CHAPTER 9
Addler
Elena Santos. The taste of her skin will be burned into my consciousness until my last days. Right now, I don’t care that it’ll make hell that much hotter.
To say I spent too many nights imagining this doesn’t come close to reality. No, it stretched out a lot longer than that. She’s wandered into my thoughts over the years despite my knowing she has no business being there.
She’s never been one for jewelry, but I can see a necklace fitting perfectly. Something classic. Half inch. Gold. Earrings dropping to caress her skin with every movement. A perfect reminder of the occasion.
Does she see this as a sacrifice? Offering herself up for the greater good? She may tell herself that to get her through the day, but I realize what she hasn’t. I released her, yet she still has her arm out where I held her. Her pulse is beating wildly at her neck. And I can’t help but enjoy the way her breath is stuttering.
I move down her body, letting my hands mold the curve of her hips. This scenario fueled my fantasies in my younger days. I’d have her come over to where I was sitting and explain something I already knew, just to have her within reach. My fingers would itch to palm her ass and bring her between my legs.
I run my hands up her waist, my thumbs spread out to feel her taking shallow breaths. She’s slimmed down over the years. Not that it ever mattered to me. But it seemed to matter to her back then. A likely reason for the change.
When I reach the top, I send my thumbs fanning out under nice, full breasts. For once, I’m grateful for the size of my hands because they cup her perfectly, leaving her stiff nipples at the juncture of my thumb and index finger. I press my fingers against her, enjoying the way she whimpers.
“Addler—” She’s said my name in so many ways, usually annoyed at something I’ve done just to get a rise out of her. In all those times, it’s never been breathless like it is right now. It’s enough to leave my cock straining against my jeans, eager for the opportunity to join the exploration.
“What is it, Elena?” I tug on her nipples, a lot more gently than I would if I were using my mouth.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “I-I…” She shakes her head, and I nip at her earlobe just to keep her off-balance.
Straightening, I whisper against the shell of her ear. “Changed your mind?” I continue to play with her nipples, not relenting unless I absolutely have to. I’ve wanted this way too long to stop now. “Calling off our deal so soon?”
She shakes her head, pressing her thighs together. Making me want to run my fingers across her pussy to see if she’s wet. Instead, I take up the last few inches between us. Pressing my cock to her belly. “Good.” She brings her hands up to grip my arms.
I shouldn’t enjoy being this much of an asshole. But it comes so naturally to me that I can’t help but follow through.
There’s one thing I have to do. Bringing my hand to the V of her blouse, I let my middle finger brush her chest as I open the buttons. One by one, they bare her skin until I reach the birthmark I got to see only once. A perfect little circle, slightly bigger than a pinhead, flanked by perfect breasts.
I move down to set the knuckle of my index finger on the button of her jeans and my thumb on the waistband. I stroke the edge of her belly button, moving back and forth while she trembles.
I flip the button open, the sound of the metal pulling free of the narrow eyelet filling the space between us. She shifts, but she’s not trying to move away. No, it’s that moment of anticipation, waiting for what you want, your heart beating in your throat, and you’re barely able to breathe until you get it.
I push the zipper down, the teeth pulling apart two or three sets at a time. As much as I want to remain unaffected, I recognize the flare inside me, even though I’ve experienced nothing like it before. It’s a need to touch her, claim her...make her mine.
If I had any sense, I’d step back, stop things now, despite the protest screaming in my head. I’ve never had an issue walking away from a woman. Never had to work for it. Never had to use an underhanded tactic to make things happen. But this damn woman…
I work my foot between hers, making room for myself. Then she does the unexpected, shifting her stance to let me take what I want. Sweet mercy. I don’t hesitate, running two fingers over her skin to the flattened hair at her pussy.
This time it’s me dragging in a long breath. “Fuckin’...” I don’t know what was supposed to come next. I’m deep in the haze of lust, my fingers diving into the wet slit she’s letting me discover.
The need to see her is overwhelming. I look down, but her breasts block my view. The birthmark taunts me, reminding me of times I’d wondered if I would ever have the chance to see it again.
Now, I want to taste it. Run my tongue over the dot and see if I can feel the rise in her skin. I want her nipples against my tongue. I want to see if I can stroke my cock between her tits so often, I can stop the head at the dot with my eyes closed.
Her whimper breaks through the fog, and I find myself stroking her wetness over her clit. I stop, my gaze tied in with hers. The simple act of drawing my hand back sends a shudder through her body. Seconds tick by, confusion covering her face. I’m tempted to take those full, parted lips, just to teach her she shouldn’t deny me.
“Go.” I nod toward the hallway, giving myself a moment to clear the gravel in my voice. “Do what you’re going to do.”
Averting her face, she moves her hands to her jeans, sidesteps me, then disappears down the hall, her legs stiff. I curl my hands into fists, conscious of her essence coating my fingers. Another second, and I would have been fucking her on the table. Which would ruin the hours of stress she has to look forward to.
I guess I’m just that kind of asshole.
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Elena