The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(57)

My fingers brush my clit, and it has me trembling on the spot, my body threatening to surrender unforgivably. I try to keep my eyes open, but I can’t help the heaviness that comes over me. It’s as if everything is on edge, ready to reach the pinnacle before free-falling.

I can’t lose this. I want to make him come before I do, but that seems impossible when I’m so close to coming myself.

I focus back on the phone and find him watching me, his back against the headboard and his hard cock in his hand. It’s an image I don’t ever want to forget.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“You want me to show you?” I ask with a seductive hum.

Elliot’s jaw flexes at the thought, his forearm bulging as he grips himself.

“I would dip inside,” I tell him, doing it anyway. My fingers sink into my sex before quickly slipping out and back up to my clit. The lights above me shine down, illuminating the arousal that coats my fingers. The obvious slickness is visible on the phone screen, and I know Elliot’s seeing what I am. “But in my mind,” I continue, dipping my head to my shoulder as I slip back inside and rotate my hips. “You’re already there. Inside me. I can feel you filling me, Elliot. Every inch of your thick cock stretching me, taunting me, fucking me until I cry out.”

Elliot moans, working himself faster. “Lucy.”

A shiver runs through me.

I’ve got him. “You’d fill me up; I know you would. Wouldn’t you? You’d fill me up, Elliot?”

He twists his wrist, pumping his dick with relentless vigour. “I’d fill you up so good we’d both be dripping down my balls. Then I’d have you on your knees licking them fucking clean.”

“Elliot,” I fall forward, grinding into the bed as I ride my hand.

“Me… too, baby.”

I lift my head, panting and flushed as everything tenses blissfully inside of me. I watch as cum paints Elliot’s abs and drips down his fingers. My hips grind down harder, thrusting over my hand as my own orgasm tears through me. My limbs shake. My face burns. My core throbs. It feels so damn good, and I can’t stop.

Not until my eyes roll and Elliot pulls me from the moment.

“Princess,” I hear the smirk in his voice.

I lift my head from between the pillows, still shaking. He’s cleaned up and looking perfect. Not a hair out of place.

“I win.” He grins, darting his tongue out and wetting his bottom lip.

I roll to my back, leaving the phone where it is as my chest heaves. “Whatever.” I smile.





17





Lucy





Maxwell calls me just after ten a.m. the next morning. I’m halfway through eating an apple when I notice his name lighting up my phone, making my hangover come to life all over again. Memories of dancing around the bar last night flash through my mind, and I smile on the inside. Maxwell wasn’t up for dancing, and that’s fine, but I hoped to get to know him a little at least. He’s currently my only friend here in New York.

“Hi, Maxwell.”

“Lucy. You didn’t answer last night. I was worried.”

“You called me?”

“I did,” he tells me, sincerity in his voice. “I called lots. I stepped out with Alec for a cigarette, and when we came back, you were gone. Was everything okay?”

“I was waiting at the table. You weren’t there, so I thought I’d leave. I thought you’d left too.”

“I wouldn’t leave without you. Fuck, I’m sorry, Lucy.”

“Don’t apologise.” I frown and think about all he’s said. Did I wait long to see if he’d come back? Maybe not. “I had a lot to drink, and I probably wasn’t waiting as long as it felt at the table.”

“Did you at least have a good night?”

“It was good. Polly and Alec seem lovely. Thank you for inviting me.” I smile.

“I feel like it was ambushed by the two of them, and I let it happen. Do you think we could have a do-over? Maybe I could book a table, and we could actually have some food?”

No.

Crap, no, I don’t want to do that.

I want to be his friend, and he isn’t suggesting more, but food—one on one with another man. After last night and the feelings I’m starting to develop for Elliot, I don’t think I can.

I wouldn’t like it if the shoe was on the other foot. “I’m not sure, Maxwell. I have a lot on over the next couple weeks with finding an apartment and work.”

“Do you need any help with moving or finding a new place?”

Probably… “Nope. I have it all planned out.”

“Maybe after you’ve moved and are settled, I can pop by, and we can have a do-over? You probably think I’m a complete douchebag.”

“I don’t think that,” I say through a defeated smile, dropping my heavy head into my hand. “And, of course, a do-over sounds great.”

I’ll deal with him when it comes to it. It’s not a right-now problem, and I can tell he’s not going to drop it.

“I hope you don’t think I was being off with you last night. I haven’t seen Alec in days, and he had a bunch of work stuff to catch me up on. I’ll show you a good time when we go out again.”