Page 24 of Sweet Venom

His hands glide up my back as he breaks our kiss, and those silver eyes that make me weak in the knees latch onto mine. "If you want something of me, all you have to do is ask. I'm all in, Vivian."

My eyes dart between his, finding nothing but sincerity, and I'm hooked. I need him. Circling my arms around his neck, I pull his mouth to mine as I grind down on the boner he's had pressed against me since he pulled me onto his lap. Ellis is a man of few words, and he just gave me the only ones I need to hear. I know they wouldn't have been said if they weren't true. This man wants me as much as I want him, demons be damned.

His hands move down to my ass, where he grips a cheek in each hand before squeezing hard and releasing a deep, appreciative groan that vibrates through his core. He pumps his cock up into me, creating sweet friction that makes me clench while simultaneously running one hand between my cheeks. Finally, he feels the plug, instantly reminding me of my other purpose. I need to get laid.

"Fuck, baby. What are you trying to do to me?"

I knock him back and reach for his belt buckle to free his cock while asking, "What aren't you telling me?" Once his cock is out, I can't help but stroke him hard. Ellis is deliciously thick. While I know people get the impression I'm promiscuous, in actuality I'm not. I'm twenty-five, and I can count the number of partners I've had on two hands. I like kinky shit and a little pain with my pleasure, and for the past two years now, I've only allowed myself to be a third wheel, but not with just anyone. A night of drinking with a guy from high school and his wife led to more. She mentioned wanting to try a threesome and suddenly I was their girl. It worked for me. I wanted no strings attached. It was fun. Being the third wheel allowed me to discover things about myself I didn't know I liked or wanted. I wasn't worried about pleasing one of them. I had no leg in the race either way. They were married, and I wasn't trying to be a homewrecker. But there were some things I missed out on, and one of them was a big dick buried deep in my pussy. His wife's one hard limit was he couldn't fuck my pussy. By the time I met Ellis, I was starved for it like I am now, but he still hasn't answered the question.

I straddle his hips before settling on top of him, allowing my lips to slide up and down his length without taking him in. His hands come to my hips, halting my movement. "I can't read your mind, Vivian. You want my truth, then ask it."

"Last night, you said the next time you have me, it would be the way it was always meant to be, and you barely touched me at all today. What did you mean by ‘the way it was always meant to be?’ I gave you truths today, parts of me I haven't shared with anyone. I thought that's what you wanted from me."

His hands move from my hips and run down my thighs in a motion meant to soothe. That's one of the things I love about Ellis. Where I'm always quick to react and overly emotional, he's always levelheaded and even keeled, calming the raging storm that always seems to be brewing inside of me.

"I can't tell you. It's something I have to show you."

"What does that mean?" I say, somewhat exasperated by his evasive answer.

He squeezes my thighs and asks, "Do you trust me?"

My brows automatically furrow at the direction this conversation seems to be going. What does fucking me have to do with trust? Regardless, I bite all the same, "You know I do."

His hands move to the hem of my dress, and he says, "Take this off."

I hesitate, looking around before deciding to do as he asks. It's dark, and there are only three other people here on the property, two of whom, it's their job to be unseen and unheard unless needed, and the other hates me enough not to come looking anyway. Without another thought, I pull the cream-colored satin gown off over my head, throwing it on the lounge beside us before saying, "Lykos, if you think getting me naked is going to make me forget—"

He cuts me off, "Sit on my dick, baby."

I lift slightly onto my knees, taking his length into my hands and running his tip through my folds. I'm more than wet; I'm fucking soaked. It's been months since we fucked, and between this past week and the plug in my ass, I'm thoroughly teased, but I want his confirmation first. "Promise me—promise me you're going to show me."

"That's my plan."

He doesn't promise, but I can see the sincerity in his eyes. I slide his tip to my entrance and slowly take him in. "Oh, god," I rasp as the first inch pushes in. "So good." I pull up before attempting to slide back down. I'm no virgin, but my man is big. I move my hips from side to side as I slowly rock before finally bottoming out.

"Fuck," he draws out. "Don't move, baby. I need a minute." My hands hurriedly find the buttons of his shirt undoing one before deciding, fuck it, and ripping his shirt open.

“Slow down, baby. I don’t want this to end before it even starts. You’re the last person I had.”

I had assumed that much was true, but his verbal confirmation only makes me simp for him more. My mouth finds his bare chest, where I slowly leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses up his well-defined pecs as I attempt to rub my clit against his pubic bone, searching for the slightest amount of friction. When my mouth meets the stubble of his jaw, I teasingly give it a nip before pushing back down on his cock.

His hand slaps my ass hard and he says, "Don't hold back." His right hand skates up my stomach, stopping to give my breast a firm squeeze before continuing its ascent and resting around my neck in the exact spot Sebastian grabbed me. My breath catches from equal parts thrill and hurt. Last night, he caressed my marks as if they didn't bother him. It made me feel as though he was accepting me regardless of my indiscretions. In my eyes it felt like we were moving forward and putting it behind us. But this now feels different. His grip is tighter, and the feral look in his eye tells me the lasting effects of these marks are not something we are putting behind us. "Fuck me like you wanted to fuck them."

I hesitate. His words sting, but only because I'm letting them. Ellis isn't trying to hurt me. This is something different. My pause, while brief, doesn't go unnoticed. He gives my throat another squeeze to spur me on, and fuck if that wasn't all the incentive I needed to give it to him. I rise onto my knees only to slam back down hard.

"Fuck, yeah," he chides, pushing back up into me. "Let me see those titties bounce, baby."

He releases my throat, and I sit straight up and start a punishing pace riding his dick. Fuck, he feels so damn good. This is what I came back for. The man beneath me that accepts me as I am and makes me feel beautiful and free. Throwing my hands into my hair, I slow my pace as I look up toward the night sky. I don't want this moment to end too soon. The high I feel right now from the drinks and exposure is exhilarating, but no sooner do I feel like I could spread my wings and fly, than the sound of the back door closing snaps my attention out of the sky and toward the house. As I move to dismount him, Ellis grabs my thighs hard and says, "Don't do that. Eyes on me, baby."

"Ellis," I hiss out. I'm not looking for more insults to be hurled my way should our onlooker be Sebastian.

Any questions about who has caught us are soon answered when our guest says, "You have twenty acres to fuck. You had to do it right here?"

Ellis has his eyes trained on Sebastian, who is still behind me when he says, "Don't act as if you are repulsed. We both know you've been watching." His eyes snap to mine before he adds, "Unless you plan on joining, keep walking."

"Ellis," I whisper yell his name, slapping his chest.

I once again move to get up, but he captures my wrist and pulls me down this time, "I asked if you trusted me. Is that still true?" He questions loud enough that only I can hear, and I swallow hard as my eyes search his.

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