As we continue to maul each other like rabid animals with teeth clashing and lips biting, my hand falls between us as I pull him from his underwear then wrap my hand around his hard cock. Sliding it up his shaft, pulling grunts and moans from his lips, at the same time his fingers are disappearing between my thighs as he begins working his magic on me.
“Fuck the foreplay, I need you,” I tell him as I let go of his cock, and he curses at me.
“You owe me this wet pussy in the future,” he states boldly.
I’m okay with that as he pushes and pulls his fingers out of me. I slide down onto him as he sucks my wetness from his fingers. “Show me what you’ve got, kitten.” He quirks a brow, asking me to take the reins.
I place my hands on his shoulders and begin to buck like I’ve been bull riding my entire life. Alistair leans forward and begins sucking on my nipples which are my kryptonite. I slow my bucking. Otherwise, I’ll throw him off my breasts, and no one wants that. So I begin to slowly grind against his dick while he teases me with his tongue.
My hand slides between my thighs, and I circle my clit, the sensation from the stimulations sending goosebumps over my body. The tension from the rest of the day eases as I draw closer to my orgasm. I throw my head back and bite my bottom lip as we work each other toward the edge.
“Yes … yes …” I groan as he pushes into me deeply, hitting the perfect spot time after time as my fingers reach their crescendo. I begin to crash over the edge and then back down to earth with Alistair not far behind me.
We both catch our breaths as we sag against one another.
“I’ll never get tired of making you come, Elle,” he says.
“It’s Eloise. My name is Eloise.” I’ve well and truly crossed that line, so I may as well tell him myrealname.
Alistair pauses, and his hazel eyes land on mine. “Nice to meet you, Eloise.” He grins which does all kinds of things to my body.
“Nice to meet you too, Alistair,” I add, saying his name.
Tonight is about Eloise and Alistair having fun. There’s no Paradise Club, no dark cloud of moving to the Caribbean, and certainly no threat of losing my job. It’s just two people hanging out enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m sorry about what happened today. I tried to catch him.”
“It’s not your fault,” I tell him.
“I’ll find that thug, and I’ll make him pay,” he tells me angrily.
“Don’t worry about it. He obviously needed the money more than me.” I mean, what could I do even if Alistair found him? The money would be long gone anyway, so there’s no point worrying about it now.
“As there is not a threat to my balls because your cunt is tucked tightly around them, I’m happy to give you the money that asshole took. I’m the one who distracted you by trying to warm you up. If I hadn’t tried to push my luck with you, the guy wouldn’t have seen the opportunity to take your money.”
“It’s no one’s fault but the person who took it. It sucks, but it’s not going to break me,” I tell him.
“It’s so close to Christmas though, and I know you said today was your biggest day.” He frowns at me.
“And it was, but I’ll have other big days.” I soothe away his frown with my fingers. “Please don’t worry about me.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, I am sure.” I grin down at him.
He doesn’t look convinced, but he stops pushing the subject. “What are your plans for Christmas?”
“Lauren and I are having the day with her family at their country estate … it’s a holiday tradition.”
“You don’t spend it with your family?”
“No, they haven’t been in my life since I was eighteen,” I explain to him, and thankfully, he doesn’t push for more of the story. “What about you?”
“I’m off to Australia for a couple of weeks. It’s a mixture of business and holidays.”
“You don’t celebrate with your family?” I ask.
“Nope, not this year,” he says with a shrug. “Do you think it would be okay if we caught up before I left? I could take you out on a date?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I answer sadly. “We have dates at the club, remember?”
“I know, but you’re not there anymore. What if I brought the date to my house, then we wouldn’t have to worry about being seen out,” he asks.
“I think that would be awesome,” I say because the days are counting down on my time left here in London, he just doesn’t know it yet.
“Good. Now come here, I’m ready for round two.” He grins then he kisses me.