Page 11 of Ours to Keep

He thinks for a beat and then nods, tilting his head slightly. “Okay. Fight or fuck?”

I swallow thickly, my nostrils flaring. “What?” Not what I was expecting.

Stepping up to me until his chest brushes mine, he says, “You heard me. If you need to fight, let’s fight. If you want to fuck, let’s fuck. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

My lips part on a heavy exhale at his words. He turns his back on me, returns to the counter, and brings the glass of juice to his mouth. “The choice is yours, River.” He arches a brow in challenge.

I watch as he downs it, his throat rolling with each swallow. He barely has time to put the glass down before I strike. My fingers wrap around his throat as I back him into the wall, a rush of air escaping him right before my mouth meets his, the sweetness of the juice fresh on his tongue.

The kiss is raw and savage, full of carnal need and desire. Elliot gives as good as he gets, refusing to submit, giving me exactly what I need.

Our tongues duel, teeth clash. It's messy and filled with abandon.

I squeeze his throat tight before easing off my grip and pulling out of the kiss. Our breathing is ragged as I rest my forehead against his.

“Fuck. I want to fuck,” I say, his heavy breaths mingling with mine. “Bedroom. Now.”

I draw back and release his throat, popping the button of my jeans and turning on my heels. I don't need to look back to know he’s following me.

Once inside the bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind us as I strip down to my boxer briefs, a wet patch from my arousal evident.

“Clothes off. Now.”

I expect him to counter my demand, but he complies beautifully, knowing what I need before I know myself.

Desperate to escape long enough not to be riddled with self-loathing over Lily being hurt on our watch. Those thoughts have me clenching my jaw, shoving down my boxers, and kicking them off my feet. I reach down and give myself a couple of hard, firm strokes before I let go and reach into the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube, popping the cap and squirting a generous amount over my shaft.

I glance up to find Elliot standing before me in all his naked glory. My nostrils flare, fuck this man slays me.

“Remember how much I care about you, okay?”

He nods, his eyes darkening as he slips off his glasses and lays them on the other bedside table. Something about the action only turns me on more. I love him in his glasses, but fuck me, does it give him a darker edge when he removes them.

“Good, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.”

He swallows, his Adam's apple prominent, tension cording his neck as he sits down and removes his prosthetic. My chest softens. Something about how comfortable he is around me, especially when I know how he still struggles with his insecurities, takes the edge off my anger. Not enough to expel it entirely, but enough to have me ready for what comes next because regardless of my need to let loose, I don't want to hurt him. Pleasure with pain is good, but not at the expense of actually causing him harm.

I tip my head towards the bed, and he moves, shuffling up until he's lying down.

“Spread your legs.”

His hands move to the inside of his thighs, spreading them as I crawl onto the bed, one hand lazily stroking my shaft as I move between them.

I reach for a pillow. “Lift.”

He raises his arse from the bed, allowing me to stuff the pillow under his lower back, giving me the perfect view of his puckered hole and, just above that, his Guiche piercing. Fuck!

Using my lubed fingers, I lower them and tease his taint, running my finger down to his piercing and back up, loving the way his body reacts to my touch.

His breathing grows harsher the more I tease him, my fingers dipping lower until I’m at his entrance. I give his hole a tap once before slipping in my index finger, his tight ring of muscle sucking me in as I slowly push deeper.

Slowly, I work him. He clenches around me, and I know he wants more, so I oblige, adding my middle finger and moving it with a come-hither motion towards his belly button.

“Fuck,” he says, arching into me, going up onto his elbows.

“Hmm, you like that?”

His eyes flash. “You know I fucking do.”

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