“So, the bathroom is right over there,” she says indicating a door to the right. “The towels are in the cabinet under the sink. Everything should be in there but let me know if you need anything else. Would you like some coffee?” she asks.
“Coffee sounds great. Thanks, Sue Ellen,” I reply heading into the bathroom. I don’t really need another shower, but I do need a minute before I jump the poor girl. I have never felt this way before and it’s fucking with my sense of decency to be honest.
Turning the shower on, I strip and step in, immediately the warmth overtakes me, though I gotta say the cold shower in my room would be preferable to ease the ache in my cock. Giving up, I step out and wrap a plush towel around my waist. Without thinking, I step back out into her living room.
“Holy fucking shit,” I hear just before glass hits the floor and shatters.
“Shit. Fuck. Hotttt,” she hisses in rapid succession. It takes about two seconds to reach her kitchen. Once there, I see that she’s dropped both mugs of coffee onto her feet. They are red, but it doesn’t look too bad.
“Oh fuck, are you okay?” I ask pulling her out of the liquid and glass mess. Her hands land on my chest. She gasps and looks up into my eyes.
“Um… Yeah. I’m fine. You distracted me,” she admits, looking back down. I use my thumb and forefinger to grip her chin and bring her gaze back to mine.
“I apologize,” I all but growl. Then she licks her lips and I lose my fucking mind. I lower my head and take her mouth in the deepest kiss I can manage. Her tongue dances with mine while her arms encircle my neck. She moans and I know without a doubt that she’s mine. I lift her up so that I am carrying her. She rips her face away from mine.
“My bedroom is over there,” she gestures wildly while holding on tight to me with her other hand.
“Is it now?” I groan.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles before kissing me again.
Still carrying her, I reach her room. Again, I am surprised. Most of the room is taken up by a giant bed. It’s much larger than a king-sized bed. I set her gently down on it.
“Shit, I should take a shower,” she sits, sitting up suddenly.
“Are you a filthy girl?” I ask out of nowhere.
“Um… Yes,” she says grinning and arching an eyebrow at me.
“I like that,” I tell her before losing my towel. I slowly run my fingers up her legs. Reaching the waistband of her leggings that are covered in turkeys, I slowly peel them off of her. Hooking my thumbs in her panties, I get rid of the last piece of clothing that hides her beautiful cunt from me. She pulls off her own sweater. Reaching behind her, I try to open her bra, but there is no clasp. Despite never having done this, I didn’t think it would be so hard to do.
“It’s a front clasp,” she says reaching between us to pop it open. I pull it off of her and toss it to the floor. I watch as her ample tits bounce as I do so. Automatically, my hands reach for them. I palm them before lightly tugging on her already hard nipples.
“Fuck, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I tell her.
“Yeah right. I look like I am dead.”
“If that’s true, then you are still fucking gorgeous,” I tell her before kissing her again.
“You’re a smooth talker, Elliot. I bet you say that to all your one night, well day, stands,” she says. Again, I grip her chin bringing her gaze back to mine.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Sue Ellen. I don’t do one-night stands. This is my first time, period. Once I fuck you, you’re mine for life, got it?
“You can’t mean that,” she breathes.
“Which part?”
“Any of it.”
“Oh, babe. I am telling the truth. You are the first and last woman I will ever fuck, and that’s a motherfucking promise.”
“Me too,” she says shyly.
“Yeah?” I question. Oh, shit. Her pale green eyes meet mine and I see the truth in them.
“Yes,” she says nodding.
“Lie back, babe. I am about to claim this pussy in the name of Elliott Cole.” She bursts out laughing.
“That was really fucking cheesy,” she says still giggling.
“Be that as it may, that doesn’t make it any less true,” I reply also chuckling. She nods, sobering up. Then she leans back on the bed and spreads her thighs open. Her pretty pink pussy is wet and ready for me, and I have no choice but to taste what she is offering me.
Jesus. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
Chapter Three
Sue Ellen
Oh my God. I can’t believe this is really happening. I never thought it would. I am not the pretty one, that’s Millie Kay. Perfect Millie Kay who doesn’t know how perfect she is. I force my thoughts away from my sister. I don’t date, not even once. I don’t even get crushes, not unless Ryan Reynolds counts, which I am sure it doesn’t. The second his tongue touches my clit, I scream. I never knew what pleasure really was. I tried to pleasure myself many times over the years, but I couldn’t obtain it. One slow, delicate swipe of his tongue is almost more than I can take.