“Better you than me,” she quipped.
“I’ve got condoms,” Mustang told her. “Not because I’ve had anyone back to my place in months, but because they’re a part of our regular kit when we get deployed. They’re handy to make sure the muzzles of our weapons don’t get wet, and a hundred other uses. I bought a new box the other week.”
Elodie laughed. “You’re a regular Boy Scout,” she told him.
“Not even close,” Mustang replied. “But I’ll never do anything that would put you in danger. I’m clean, but as close as I feel to you, we don’t really know each other well enough to have unprotected sex.”
“I’m not on birth control,” Elodie said. “I thought about it, but my body doesn’t react well to the hormones. So I appreciate you not being a dick about wearing a condom.”
“As I said, I’d never do anything to hurt you, El.”
“I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“How long’s a while?” Mustang asked.
“Over a year.”
Mustang couldn’t help but inhale deeply. He couldn’t deny that he liked that. Liked that she hadn’t been with anyone in so long. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me,” he told her.
“That’s not gonna be an issue, Scott,” she said. “I’m practically dripping right now.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “You can’t say shit like that to me while I’m driving.” He shifted again, trying to relieve the pressure on his dick. Luckily he was wearing shorts and not more restrictive pants, like jeans or his cargo pants, but his cock still wanted out of the confines of his boxers and shorts.
When Elodie reached over and put her hand on his thigh as he drove, it didn’t help matters any. But Mustang covered her hand with his own, refusing to let her pull back. He wanted her hands on him any way he could get them, even if it meant he had to experience a little sensual pain.
As he pulled into his parking lot, he said, “Last chance to change your mind. That offer of wine and relaxation is still open.”
Elodie squeezed his thigh and said, “No. I want you. I have for months. I’ve fantasized about this moment for too long to want to waste time with seduction and foreplay. I need you, Scott. All of you.”
Slamming the truck into gear, Mustang hopped out the second he cut the engine. He went around the pickup and shut Elodie’s door for her after she slid out. He didn’t pick her up again, but wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side as he headed for the lobby of his apartment complex.
No one was around when they got into the elevator, and as much as Mustang wanted to pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders and feast on her tits, he refrained. He knew once he started undressing her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He could wait another thirty seconds. Maybe.
They walked down his hallway without a word, and Mustang unlocked his door. He put a hand on the small of Elodie’s back and urged her inside.
The second the door shut and he’d locked it, Mustang was on her.
Chapter Ten
Elodie’s back hit the wall next to Scott’s front door and before she could take a full breath, his mouth was on hers. He was devouring her; there was no other word for it. And Elodie gave as good as she got.
This wasn’t a gentle seduction. Their teeth gnashed together and their hands frantically tried to touch everything at once. Elodie felt the straps of her dress being pushed off her shoulders and down. Then she lost Scott’s mouth as he bent toward her chest. She’d worn a strapless bra, and it didn’t take much effort at all for Scott to wrench it down so it was around her belly. Her nipples peaked in the chilly air, and before she could think too much about what was happening, Scott had taken her into his mouth.
Groaning, Elodie did her best to undo the snap of Scott’s shorts and shove them down. Then her hands pulled his shirt up, and for a second she didn’t think he was going to remove his mouth from her breast to let her pull the shirt over his head. But he pulled away, tore his own shirt off, then bent to her breast again.
Elodie had a split second to see the tattoo on his left arm before she had to shut her eyes once more. The way Scott’s beard was brushing over her chest was erotic as hell; she’d never felt anything like it before. He wasn’t teasing either, was sucking at her nipple hard as his hand kneaded the sensitive flesh of her other breast.
“Scott,” she moaned as she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor.
He grunted and tried to push her dress over her hips, but it wouldn’t go. She’d always been a little hippy, and the dress was made to slip over the top of her head. Not to mention, he hadn’t bothered to undo the small zipper on the side.
Before she could help him, he’d simply torn the material, the ripping sound loud in the otherwise quiet entranceway.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ll get you another.”
Elodie’s stomach clenched at the carnal move. But he wasn’t done.
Without lifting his head, Scott reached for her underwear and pushed them down as well. Elodie was butt-ass naked in his foyer, just as he warned her she might be.
He pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop and went to his knees in front of her.
He shoved one of her legs out to the side, opening herself up to him. Elodie grabbed ahold of his head and held on as he leaned in. His eyes glanced upward and caught her gaze. She hadn’t ever been this turned on before, and seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling one hand gripping her hip and the other kneading her ass, made her feel sexy as hell—and powerful.
“Lick me,” she ordered.
She saw him grin before he lowered his head once more. But he didn’t take his eyes from her, and Elodie found she couldn’t look away. She felt his tongue trace the seam of her pussy before he groaned low in his throat. She knew she was wet, she hadn’t lied about that in the truck. She should’ve been embarrassed. This wasn’t like her. Oh, she liked sex, but this was different. More intense. More passionate. Just…more.
Scott shifted and circled her clit with his mouth. She couldn’t see where his beard ended and her pubic hair started. All she could see was his intense brown gaze boring into her own.
His chin moved as he began to suck on her.
“Good Lord!” she exclaimed as she bucked against his face. She’d never gone from zero to one hundred as fast as he was taking her. “Shit, Scott, yeah…just like that.”
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and lean against the wall behind her. She held on to his head for dear life as he ate her out more roughly than anyone ever had before. He wasn’t gentle in the least as he sucked on her clit, pushing her toward a climax.
“Too much,” she complained, even as she tightened her fingers on his head. Scott didn’t listen to her anyway, flicking her clit fast, as if his tongue was a vibrator. She began to shake, and his hands gripped her hips tighter.
Elodie wanted to thrust but didn’t have the leverage. She lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, and heard and felt him grunt in approval. He palmed her thigh and held on as she now teetered on one leg in front of him.