The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(89)

Sensing the lack of control from both of us, I walk us to the side of the dance floor.

I pin her to the wall, shifting my hips until my cock nestles into the soaked line of her pussy. “Fucking snug,” I breathe out, pulling away and looking down at where my jean-clad erection strains against the tight lace of her underwear.

Lucy looks back up at the same time as I do, and the idea she was seeing what I was— “That smirk will be the death of me,” she rushes out, pulling my mouth back to hers by my T-shirt. “Don’t stop kissing me,” she orders.

“Your pussy.” She bites my lip, making my eyes water and voice drop dangerously low. “Is fucking dripping,” I finish on a growl.

“Prove it.” She hikes her legs up higher, working her hips and sliding back down my length despite there being layers between us. “Don’t move,” she mutters in a rush, panicked even.

She starts to rub herself over me as if her life depends on it, and like the good boy that I am, I don’t fucking move.

“Oh my god.”

She’s going to come. Right here, grinding against my dick in the middle of this club.

Her head hits the wall, and she looks down her nose at me, her mouth growing slack. I lean in, careful not to move our position while she works herself over me. I kiss along the underside of her jawline.

My lips dust her ear. “Come for me.”

“Elliot.” The words shake as her body tenses, her legs going stiff at my back.

I push her deeper into the wall, and my cock jerks, desperate to be properly freed.

“Take me home. Take me home, Elliot.” The words rush past her lips as her pussy pulses. I can fucking feel it. “Please.”

She slows her movements, and I know that if she was barefaced, her cheeks would be the perfect shade of pink. Her head falls forward and hits my chest, and then I feel her smile against my left pec.

I unhook her legs and drop her to the ground. Stepping back, I look down at her. “If I take you home, I won’t be able to stop. I can’t lose control with you, Luce.”

She palms the back of my neck, bringing her lips to rest against mine. “Control? It’s already gone. Fuck control. Fuck everyone else and their opinions.” She licks along my lips. “Fuck me, Elliot, and don’t hold back. Please!”

You’d have to be a fucking saint to deny this woman.

“That’s what you want? What you really want?”

“Is it not what you want?” She frowns, and I see the doubt settling in, her stance growing defensive as she crosses her arms over her body.

I pull her to me, and she comes to me with ease.

Pushing her hair back from her shoulders, I try to fight my smile. “There’s still room for me to fuck up, Luce, that’s all. I’m trying here.”

Her face softens, and I see her melt little by little until she drops her arms to her side and brings herself nose to nose with me.

The air shifts, and I swallow hard as something twisted happens in my gut.

The fuck.

“Hey. Outta your head, handsome.”

She kisses me like before. It’s soft and gentle and apparently my newfound obsession.

“Take. Me. Home.”





25





Elliot





There isn’t any hesitation left as we stumble through her front door. I try to get a look at her home, but she pulls on my shirt and up the stairs to her bedroom. It’s a decent size and has a walk-in closet and en suite bathroom.

“Naked.”

I watch, amused, as Lucy starts on my belt buckle. She tugs my trousers down my legs then immediately pulls off my shoes. As she stands and grips my shirt, I grab her wrists. Twisting them in my hold, I pin her chest first against the door.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Your body—”

“Hmm.” I brushing my nose along the smooth skin at her neck, placing a kiss just below her ear. “What about it?”

“I want to see it. All of it. Bared of the mask you give to all the others. Give me it all, Elliot, please.”

I plant my hand beside her head, my jaw tight. “Tell me something first,” I rasp the words, my teeth exposed and rippling across her cheek. “When was the first time you imagined what I might look like bared?”

She twists her head, catching my gaze as she swallows guiltily.

Fuck.

“Bend over and don’t fucking move.”

I readjust myself and watch with anticipation as she takes a step backwards and further into me. Her wrists are still poised in my hands, and I move them to sit high on the wall. I take a slight step back to make room for her, then wait.

Her hips bend, growing wider as her ass stretches, and all I can think out is how I need her bared.

Spread out beneath me and fucked.

“Don’t move your hands.”

I let her go and start on my buttons. My pelvis is the only part of my body touching her, and it lines my dick up perfectly with her ass. My shirt floats to the ground, and I step away from her. Picking up her iPad, I search through her songs.

“Elliot.”

“Shh.”

Her hips wiggle, and I give her a slap across her ass.

“Oww!” She giggles.

I side-eye her, loving how this feels between us.