It's About Time (Blossom Peak #4)(77)

Both of his hands push through his hair as he twists away from me and starts to pace. “Stop…stop talking, Dilynne.”

“Or what?”

“Just stop talking, please!” he shouts, burying his hands in his hair while closing his eyes.

But I’m not through with him. I want answers. I need answers.

Just a few minutes ago he was standing against me, teasing me with his touch. What was the point if he’s just going to keep trying to ignore what’s happening between us?

“You can’t make me shut up, Elliot,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Newsflash, I’m not some woman that lets men boss her around, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

He stalks toward me again and grips my chin in his hand more gently than the tension in his entire body is conveying right now, starin g down at me with eyes that I want to burn me. Hell, I’m already on fire between my thighs, let’s see what else this tension between us can scorch.

“If you can’t stop talking long enough for me to respond, then I’ll shut you up when I shove my cock down your throat.”

Flash flood warning.

Flooding will occur on the floor of my garage in three, two, one…

“Do it,” I fire back, shocking myself even though I fight not to show it.

He squints, but his eyes remain locked on mine. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Dilynne.”

Palming him through his slacks, I rub my hand over his erection—his long, hard, hot cock straining against his zipper.

Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that in my mouth right now at all.

Elliot Thorne is packing and my rational brain has officially vacated the building.

“No, I do. And I know you feel it too—this sexual tension between us. So, what if we give in? What if we fuck and get it out of our systems? I know I think more clearly after a good orgasm, so…”

“If I fuck you, it won’t just be one time. I will fuck you over and over again until the only cock your pussy craves is mine.”

“That’s a big promise, Elliot. You sure you can deliver? You sure—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because Elliot’s mouth is covering mine, swallowing my moans as his arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me in his arms. My legs wrap around him instinctually and I bury my hands in his thick tresses, groaning as our tongues tangle and fight for control.

“You’re so fucking mouthy,” he mumbles against my lips.

“You act like you’re shocke d by that.”

He carries me over to the door that leads to the front reception area and flicks on the other set of lights in the garage, bright fluorescent swirls blinding me for a minute. “What the…”

“If you’re going to be on your knees swallowing my cock, I want to make sure I can see it.”

“And what about your rules?” I ask as he toys with my bottom lip, still holding me in his arms.

“None of the rules said no sex, so technically, we aren’t breaking any.”

“I think that’s one of the wisest things you’ve ever said.”

“Funny. Now get on your knees, Dilynne.”

The feminism leaves my body as he sets me down and I instantly obey him. Something about the way he’s bossing me around makes me want to abide, and that’s a first for me.

I reach up and pop his belt open, pulling the leather to release the belt and then free the clasp on his slacks, slowly pulling the zipper down to find the bulge behind his black boxer briefs that has been taunting me for weeks now. “I have one more question for you, Elliot.”

His fingers tip my chin up so I can look into his eyes, and vice versa. “And what is that?”

I pause with anticipation for his answer. “What piercing did you get?”

His lips part. “How did you…”

“Guys talk just as much as the girls,” I say with a shrug, rubbing him through his underwear again, feeling a piece of metal near the tip of his erection.

He swallows roughly, reaches down into his briefs, and pulls out his cock that instantly makes my vagina clench. “It’s an apadravya,” he says as my eyes take in the steel barbell going through the head of his di ck vertically. “And you’re the first woman who gets to experience it.”

“Lucky me.” I bring the head of his cock to my lips, dragging my tongue along his slit and then slowly circling the head. “No luck sealing the deal with anyone else, huh?”

“Fucking hell,” he grates out, watching my every move. “No. Apparently the only woman my dick has been interested in lately…is you.”

And even though I already knew that, my response still comes out shocked to hear him confirm it. “Oh.”

“Yeah, Dilynne.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “Now, if you’re done talking, I’m ready to shut you up.” He licks his lips and pushes his cock toward my mouth. “Take me in, all the way back, and choke on it like you asked for.”

With my eyes locked on his, I open wide and revel in the way he feels sliding between my lips, the barbell on the underside of his shaft dragging along my tongue until he hits the back of my throat, making me gag.

“Fuck yes…” he groans, watching me take him in and out of my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Dilynne…”