A Beautiful Forever (17 page)

Elliot’s and my stuff are already in our room, but it’s only
just happened, and we’re expected to leave to go to some nightclub tonight to
give Shane and Gavin a big send off.

I’d prefer it if we didn’t go though, all I want is time
alone with Elliot. We are always around other and now - we have our own space,
we can take our time with each other. I feel aroused just thinking about it.

Elliot walks into the room, dressed for a night out in
fitted dark jeans, a white jersey knit shirt with a line of buttons at the
neckline that moulds to his muscular torso, and a black leather biker jacket.

He looks me up and down, and his eyes are so dark with
desire that I just want to jump into his arms and wrap my legs tightly around
him.

“You look stunning,” he says in a husky voice that sends
erotic chills through my body. I’m wearing a dress that a deep red colour, in a
stretchy material so it's fitted to my curves. It’s fairly plain besides a cowl
neckline and ends at my mid-thigh. I haven’t put my shoes on yet, but I’m
planning on wearing heels that will bring me a couple of inches closer to
Elliot’s face, perfect for kissing him.

“Do you think we could be late,” I ask him, my voice deep
and sultry as my eyes devour him.

He responds by closing the door and locking it. I almost
come from the anticipation from hearing that sound. In one stride he's on me,
kissing me frantically as we pull at each other’s clothes.

In seconds we’re naked and on the bed in a frantic tangled
heap.

“Quick please,” I beg, desperate for him to be inside me. We
haven’t had sex since Cambridge and kissing just isn’t enough for me anymore, I
don’t need foreplay I just need him, inside me -
now.

He quickly applies a condom and slides himself inside me. My
breath comes out all shaky as he fills me, sliding back and forwards in an
urgent rhythm. It’s wonderful, and I’ve been so on edge that my body is already
set to explode.

“Oh god!” I call out, tiny fragments of pleasure rippling
through me and bursting as I come, clenching myself around him.

“Shhh!” he says laughing as he continues to pump into me.

I gasp out as silently as I can as his thrusts fill me and
my orgasm continues. Holding himself up on his arms, he stills his hips, and I
can feel his pulsing inside me. He dips his head down and kisses me leisurely,
our release finally found.

He rolls off me and lays beside me, chuckling to himself. “I
think they’re going to regret letting us have this room,” he says, smiling at
me.

“I don’t care,” I respond, rolling into him and trailing my
fingertips in between his pecs and down in between his abs, stopping just above
his pubic hair line.

“I don’t either,” he says as he rolls back on top of me
kissing me softly and trailing gentle kisses over my body, massaging my breasts
with his hands and twirling at my nipple with his tongue.

I gasp out and arch my back in response, so ready for him again.
As he trails his kisses down my stomach, he slides his fingers between my legs
and circles around my now hypersensitive clit.

My chest heaves and my eyes roll back in my head as his
fingers curl inside me, massaging my depths as his mouth presses kisses all
over my body as he edges his way down.

Just as his tongue brushes my clit there is a loud banging
on our door, “We’re just about to leave,” Brian calls from the other side.

“We’re coming!” I call back breathlessly. Elliot's shoulders
start bouncing up and down in laughter from where he’s situated between my
legs.

“Literally,” he says quietly to me. His dips his head and
sucks gently on my clit, swirling his tongue around it. He moans softly and
plants a chaste kiss there before sliding back up the bed and kissing me on my
neck behind my ear. “To be continued,” he whispers as he withdraws his fingers.

I whimper my disappointment and turn my head to kiss him
passionately, clinging to him. He sits up and pulls me towards him, helping me
up off the bed as our mouths stay connected, refusing to waste any more time.

Quickly, we put our clothes back on, and I do my best to
straighten up my hair and makeup. I wasn’t wearing much makeup in the first
place, so I just run my powder brush over my face and reapply some lip gloss.
I'm so flushed and red lipped from Elliot’s attentions that I look like I’ve
gone to a lot of trouble.   

When I step out of the room, I'm met with a group of people
with ‘I know what you just did,’ expressions on their faces. Paige comes out
behind me and noticing the same thing, starts curtseying, saying, “Thank you,
and you’re welcome.”

The guys find this hilarious and Naomi just shakes her head
and rolls her eyes. “You two are going to make me regret agreeing to this, I’m
sure,” she says, standing up and grabbing her purse.

After a short tube ride, we get to the night club, it’s
almost 11pm so the place is already starting to fill up. Shane’s girlfriend has
gotten us all put on the door list, so we don’t have to wait in line. Inside
there is a sectioned off area for private parties, there we find Coral and a
few other people I’m guessing are either friends of hers or workmates of Shane
or Gavin.

A waiter comes over with a tray of jager bombs to get us
started. They're passed around and everyone quickly drops their shot in the
glass and starts drinking and cheering each other on.

I look over at Paige and notice that she isn’t really
drinking, “You’re not a big fan of drinking are you?” I ask in her ear. The
club is so loud you can barely hear yourself swallow.

She shakes her head, “No, I’ll have one, but I’m not into
getting drunk.”

Elliot looks at me quizzically and asks in my ear, “Have you
ever been drunk?”

I laugh, if only he knew. I lean up to his ear and yell over
the music, “Of course I have. I just don’t like it.”

He gives me a look that says fair enough and takes a small
sip of his drink.

I lean back up to him, “That doesn’t mean that you can’t
drink.”

He gives me a wicked grin that sends bolts of desire through
my body, “I want to be sober when we get back, I want to be with you every
moment,” he says into my ear. I have to let out a steady breath to try to calm
myself. “Do you want to go and dance?”

I lock eyes with him and shake my head slowly. He raises his
eyebrows as if he's reading my mind. Looking around at everyone else in the
party group, I can see that they’re all having fun – no one’s paying attention
to us; I incline my head towards the exit. “Let’s get out of here,” I suggest.

Without missing a beat, he grabs my hand and drags me out of
there, in the 20 minutes we spend on the train - barely a moment is spent not
kissing or touching each other like we’re teenagers.

We literally run from the station back to the flat, so eager
to have the place to ourselves. This is one night that we know no one is going
to be home any time soon. We're all alone.

As we get to the outside door, I slip my shoes off my feet
while Elliot uses his keys to let us in. He turns to me, holding the door with
his foot and kisses me quickly before sweeping me up in his arms and carrying
me effortlessly up the four flights of stairs to our flat.

I don’t think I’ve stopped laughing for a moment. I feel
like a feather in his arms, and he’s barely out of breath.

“Are you even from this planet?” I ask, amazed by his
strength and stamina, amazed by him.

As soon as I get us through the door, I put Paige down and
take her mouth in mine, moaning as she responds by wrapping her arms around my
neck and pressing her body into mine. I feel completely possessed by her as I
run my hands through her hair, over her body, and under her dress. I can’t stop
touching her. I need to feel her everywhere. Kissing her along her jaw and down
her neck, her skin tastes devine, and I want more.

Leaning up against the front door, we slowly start to
undress each other. My jacket and shirt are the first to go as she pushes and
pulls, kissing me and gasping in between until she drops them on the floor at
our feet and runs her fingertips over my chest, and down towards my jeans. For
safety’s sake, I slip the chain bolt to give us a little warning in case
someone else has the same idea we did.

“My turn,” I murmur into her ear, halting her progress as I
peel her fitted dress off, it clings to her delicious curves and has been
driving me wild as well making me a little territorial whenever I noticed the
appraising looks from others.

Dropping her dress on the floor with my shirt, I run my
hands down over her soft skin, loving the way my hands curve in and out over
her waist and hips.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl in her ear as I
clutch her behind, urging her closer to me. She lifts her leg and wraps it
around my waist before I pick her up and carry her over to the closest surface.

I bury my face in her neck and make my way down to her
breasts as her hands roam all over my bare skin.

“I want you Elliot - I need you,” she gasps out, her hands
slipping between us to undo my pants and grab a hold of my shaft.

“Oh god,” I moan as she slides her hand up and down my
erection, tightening her legs around me, urging me to enter her.

Grabbing my wallet from my back pocket, I place it on the
bench top next to her as I  kick my pants and shoes off before hooking my
fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them off onto the floor
while Paige removes the condom from my wallet tearing the packet open with her
teeth and holding it out for me.

Taking the foil packet from between her fingers, I remove
the condom and roll it down my shaft while she watches, desire burning behind
her eyes as she bites her lip, waiting for me to return to her.

The second it’s on, she reaches out with her arms and legs
pulling me towards her with her, gripping me tightly as she devours my mouth,
biting gently on my bottom lip. Shifting her hips, she guides me inside her,
gasping as she takes in my full length. Pushing all the way in, to my base, I
need to pause, she’s so tight and my mind feels like it’s about to explode
along with my self control. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself,
reminding myself that we have time. We can take things slow.

Feeling slightly calmer, I lift her again while we’re still
attached and walk her into our new bedroom and lay us down on the bed. Sitting
back on my knees, I push in deeply, using my thumb to massage her swollen clit,
she is so wet and silky that the pad of my thumb glides effortlessly over her
nub. God, she feels amazing - I don’t know how long I can last like this.

Elliot shifts his hips slightly as he grinds our pelvis’
together, circling his thumb over my clit, sending me off into a blissful
delirium as the pressure builds inside my body. I’m trying not to call out too
loudly as my orgasm mounts but when I remember there’s no one else here I
relax.

“Elliot!” I shriek, my body starting to twitch as my body
threatens to explode. “Oh god, it’s so fucking good!”

I gasp out in disappointment as he withdraws from me, but
I’m quickly reabsorbed in my pleasure when he buries his face between my legs
and starts to suck at my clit, swirling his tongue over my most sensitive part.

“Oh! That’s it! I can’t hold on much longer!” I pant out as
he pushes his fingers inside me, I’m in heaven, grabbing onto his lengthening
hair as my hips buck and my body is wracked with my orgasm exploding through
me.

He holds onto me tightly as he withdraws his fingers and
laps at my folds, flicking his tongue lightly over my clit as I continue to
call out, soon becoming so sensitive that I sit up and push his face away. I
keep pushing until he sits, before climbing onto his lap.

Hugging his face to my chest, I take him inside me. Riding
him, slowly and sensuously, experiencing his full length before I drive us back
together, impaling myself on his shaft. Slowing things down, we lock eyes,
gasping and moaning as we luxuriate in our time together, rocking as one, our
bodies’ slick with sweat as our skin slides against each other, gloriously,
perfectly. I shudder as I feel him climax, breathing out slowly as I settle him
deep inside me, kissing him softly, losing myself in the splendour of his mouth
and his arms. 

“Good morning,” I say quietly as Paige’s eyes open and focus
on me. We are lying face to face, not giving a shit about morning breath. She
looks so happy right now. I think this is the first time I have seen her when
she doesn’t have that lingering sadness that seems ever-present in her eyes.
Perhaps she just hasn’t remembered to be sad yet.

She moves her warm body closer to mine and kisses me, while
I breathe in her raw scent, sliding her beneath me.

“Good morning,” she whispers, reaching her hand down,
wrapping her fingers around my morning erection.

“Mmmm,” I moan into her neck, kissing and nibbling at her
skin. “I don’t ever want to leave this room.”

She laughs quietly, wrapping her legs around my waist and
rocking her hips against mine. I can feel how wet she is against my shaft and
all I want to do is plunge myself inside her. I moan, kissing her as I reach
beside the bed and grab a condom.

Her hand joins with mine as she takes the packet. “Roll
over,” she whispers in my ear as she sits up and grins wickedly at me.
Complying, I watch as she tears the packet open and slips the condom in her
mouth, lowering her mouth until she’s poised at my tip. “Are you ready for this?”
she asks, not waiting for my answer before she applies the condom with her
mouth, rolling it down with her tongue in a delicious movement, her breathing
careful as she continues to roll it on – all. the. way. to. the. base.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, almost coming as I feel the tightness
of her throat around me as she sucks and slides her tongue against my shaft.
I’m losing control as my mind reels with the sensation. “I can’t hold it
Paige!” I say as I explode, gasping for breath as my hands fly into her hair.
She withdraws her mouth from around me as she climbs up my torso, gently
licking and kissing her way until we’re eye to eye.