Page 76 of The Story of Us
Would she swallow? He didn’t care if she didn’t. He just didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Nate’s gaze ping-ponged around his bedroom. Where were his tissues? “Eloise, Tiger, I’m close,” he whispered.
“I want you to come on my boobs.”
It was a miracle he didn’t explode right then and there, especially when she dragged her teeth along the underside of his cock.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Nate groaned, unable to stop the truth from tumbling out of his mouth. “I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“We have plenty of time.” The echo of what he’d said to her earlier made his hips twitch. With a wicked smile, Eloise wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and started jacking him off with her hands.
He pulled away when his spine tingled, his release imminent.
Eloise released his cock, her lips all puffy, cheeks red. “I want to see you come, Nate. Feel you.”
That was it. He wrenched away from Eloise’s face, his orgasm landing on her tits, sliding down the valley between her perfect breasts. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Once his pulse had stopped trying to outrun the speed of light, Nate sat up and dragged a hand through his hair.
“Was that ‘wow’?” Eloise asked, her eyes alight with mischief and joy and everything he wanted to see in them every day for the rest of his life.
“So much wow.” His breathing was still short, choppy.
Eloise’s eyes fluttered closed and she yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
“Come on.” Nate helped Eloise to her feet, dropping his head so he could kiss her, suck on those amazing blow-job lips for a minute before he said, “Let’s get you all cleaned up, and then we can go to sleep.”
“But what about …” Her hand drifted towards the rumpled bed.
“I just want to take care of you right now and maybe you could…” Nate paused, his throat working overtime as he tried to say the words that had always been so hard. “Maybe you could take care of me too. We’re not in a rush.”
25
Eloise’s hair fell in chaotic curls over her bare shoulders, the ends brushing past the sweetheart neckline of the strapless white bodysuit Alice had chosen for her. When she turned in a slow circle, the black sequined miniskirt sparkled in the afternoon sunlight.
She eyed the long-sleeve cream dress covered in dainty black flowers she’d brought with her. The outfit Alice had suggested was fun and flirty, while Eloise’s dress reflected her plain and simple style.
But after the way Nate had made Eloise feel last night, she didn’t want to be plain anymore. She wanted to be fun and flirty, damn it.
But this outfit? Eloise bit her lip. It came with a hefty side of sexiness that wasn’t usually her wheelhouse. She didn’t even have the right underwear. The high cut lines of the bodysuit crotch had revealed a swathe of her sensible, cotton panties.
“Are you ever coming out of there? Can I see?” Alice called through the closed barn-style door.
Eloise sighed. “I don’t think so.”
“Owen’s not going to let you move into the walk-in robe.” Eloise didn’t need to see Alice to pick up on the smile that was surely on her face.
Eloise looked around the medium-sized space filled with hanging racks and oak drawers. Her friend had downsized her wardrobe several times—each sale benefitting a different charity—but she still had more clothes than Eloise could ever imagine owning. And Alice had never heard of the phrase ‘over the top’ when it came to fashion. Right now, she was sitting outside in wide-legged pink culottes, a black turtleneck and a silver velvet bolero with short sleeves. No wonder Owen could never take his eyes off his love. Or his hands. Alice was unapologetically herself, and while Eloise knew it hadn’t been an easy road to total self-acceptance for her friend, she was still jealous.
“I’ve got to get ready too, you know.”
Fine. Alice would help her bury a body if she asked her too. And she wouldn’t laugh at how ridiculous she looked. Eloise took a deep breath and slid the door open.
A wolf whistle greeted her. “We’ve got to stop doing this. All my clothes look better on you.”
Eloise tugged at the bottom of the skirt. “It’s too short.”
Her father might have a heart attack. Although, she had to make it out of the walk-in first.
“For Joanie, yes. Tell her no when she asks to borrow it. But for you? With those legs? Hell no. Pop on a pair of black tights so you don’t freeze and Nate will be eating out of the palm of your hand.”
