The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(119)

I look up and find him watching me.

“I’m sorry.”

I swallow, needing more and less and the entire world he lives in. “So am I.”

He takes my lips in a gentle kiss, coaxing my tongue with his own. It makes my body ache for him. A burning need that starts in my lower belly and flushes throughout my entire centre.

“You’re so hard,” I say, running my fingers across his scalp as his lips drop to my neck.

I roll my hips over him, and he groans.

His head lifts, and an amused smile transforms his face. “Fuck, I’ve waited too long for this.”

I smile and laze back as he rests me against the side of the hot tub. Elliot stands, and my legs drop to the water, but he keeps himself between my thighs.

I bite my lip as I take in his naked body.

He’s phenomenal.

His penis is fucking phenomenal.

He glides his hands from my knees up to my hips, then to my waist, where he dusts his thumbs across the taut skin covering my ribs.

I know what he’s going to do before he does it, and my back arches, meeting his hot mouth as it falls to my chest. His stubble scratches and tickles me, and it’s completely on purpose. He knows what it’s doing to me. Knows I’m desperate and needy and insatiable for him in this moment.

“Elliot, please.” I look down, watching as his mouth dusts over my breast but never where I want him. “I need more.”

His cock is hard and hangs heavy between us, occasionally dragging over my stomach and groin.

“So impatient. What if I want to take my time?” He skims the tip of one nipple with his chin, and I whimper.

He chuckles. “I already know it’s not going to be enough. You want to know what I’m thinking about? What’s making my dick weep for you right now?”

“Yes.” I roll my hips against his thigh, closing my eyes when my pussy clenches, becoming slick with my need for him.

“I’m thinking about how I should take you, how long I’ll have to wait to take you again if I go too hard, what you might like, what you won’t like, how much you’ll take from me before you reach your limit. Fuck, I hope you don’t stop me before I’m done with you.” He runs his hands lower and around to my ass, lifting me out of the water slightly.

I hold on to the side of the tub.

He bends, sinking to his knee, and I watch with a lust-filled stare as his shoulders move through the water. His mouth covers my pussy, and I groan. He pushes his tongue deep between my aching lips before sucking once. His mouth glistens as he pulls away all too fast, and I reach for him. “I want you to take every inch for me, sweet girl, and then I want you to take a little more.” His thumb sweeps over my clit, and I moan in desperation. “Will you be a good girl and take it for me?”

I nod.

“I knew you would.”

He rights himself, taking his cock in his hand and pumping three times.

With my arms lying along the top of the hot tub, Elliot takes my hips and hikes me up. He lines himself up, trailing his cock through my folds, teasing me, before he pushes in the slightest bit.

Our mouths part, and our eyes meet. We were both looking at the same thing—the way he braced against me. The way I coated him right before he—

“Take it all for me, princess.”

He rolls his hips, sinking into me as he collapses forward. His arm brushes my head as his hand plants itself on the side of the tub, bracing himself.

“Fuck.” He bands his arm around my lower back, taking me completely in his hold. He bends his knees and rocks slowly into me.

It’s the perfect position.

Gentle.

Deep.

Close.

My arms wrap around his neck, knowing he’s got me. “Elliot?” I whisper, needily pulling him tighter to me.

His eyes open, his nose brushing mine. “What is it, baby?”

I slant my thumb over his lips, and he kisses the pad. “Please, look at me.”

He groans, closing the distance and licking through my mouth. I catch his tongue with my own before drawing his lips into a wet kiss. It’s hungry and sends us into a frenzy.

His hips work as he guides my own, sucking at my throat then jumping back to my mouth for a messy kiss while he pulls me harder onto him with his arm that’s wrapped around my back.

The water sloshes over the sides, and it’s euphoric—all of it. The sky above us and the wind that whips through my hair. The water we fuck in. The way Elliot’s jaw hangs slack, his eyes almost closed, but never fully.

This is ecstasy in its purest form.





“I’m sorry,” I say in a whisper, frowning the moment the words are out.

We’re in the master bedroom of the Montgomerys’ family lodge, and I watch transfixed as the sun rises up over the cliff’s edge. We haven’t slept. I’m not sure we would’ve even if we wanted to.

The need we shared to consume ourselves with one another was too overwhelming. Elliot couldn’t stop, yet I still begged him for more. Every time he’d pull away from me, I’d be on him, holding him, wrapping myself in him and making him hold me for longer.

I know I’ll never find a better lover than the beautiful man currently sprawled out across my stomach, and that realisation makes the guilt burning in my stomach seem all the more bitter.