“I love the sight of your pussy with my cum dripping from you, it’s so beautiful,” John growls.
“You do?” Elsie asks, feigning innocence.
Bravery takes over. She leans her back against the wall and lifts her feet up to rest on the edge of the desk, opening herself up to him even more. Stealing a glance at John through her lashes she sees he’s momentarily frozen. The look on his face goes from stunned to fierce in the blink of an eye.
“Damn, woman,” he says dangerously quiet.
His hand raises with his index finger extended. Dipping it into his cum, that’s oozing from her still throbbing sex, he begins to swirl it through her folds. Moving up to her clit he rubs the thick cream over it. Elsie’s back arches and a moan floats from her lips. Her knees fall open even more inviting him to probe deeper.
She feels so wanton, so wild, so wicked and so free.
His finger slides into her, twisting and turning, pulling his cum from her.
“You. Are. So. Incredibly. Sexy.”
The words come out strained, tight, and hungry.
It takes all of his control to switch out his finger for the paper towel, so he can clean up his cum from his woman.
His woman.
The thought is sobering, but no matter how much he tries to deny it, it feels right. Though right now, he pushes it aside and refuses to entertain the idea any further. That is a place John needs to go into when he’s alone. He doesn’t want to let anything ugly, like his demons, touch anything that has to do with Elsie. She is the only ray of hope and happiness that he’s ever had in his life.
“Tease,” Elsie pouts after he finishes cleaning her.
“Good, I want you writhing and horny as hell all day, you naughty girl. Tonight, we’ll give you exactly what you need to take care of that,” John promises, lifting Elsie from the desk.
“What if I can’t wait,” she pouts, jutting her lip out.
“If you touch yourself, then not only will we not take care of you, but we’ll get you to the point where you want to scream and leave you like that. This I can promise you, Angel,” the look of stern warning is clear in his eyes.
“Meanie,” Elsie mumbles.
“Nope, just demanding.”
He tucks himself back into his pants, reaches for Elsie’s clothes, and helps her dress. He pulls her close and wraps her in his arms, needing to feel her against him.
*
“Believe it or not, this is practically the first time I’ve really been out of the trailer this week, one of the girls has brought lunch back for me every day,” Elsie says a little embarrassed.
John and Elsie are sitting in a small, secluded booth, in a corner of the craft services tent, the food service/restaurant on set. There are a few other folks in here, but John and Elsie had arrived late, on the tail end of lunch service, so most everyone had finished up and returned to their work.
“That’s what I figured, and it’s exactly why I’m here. I wanted to make sure you have enough to eat and drink today. You’re going to take six bottles of water with you, and you’re going to drink all of them before I see you tonight.”
Elsie opens her mouth to protest.
“Don’t. They’re small bottles , for Christ’s sake, no arguments,” he admonishes her sternly with a smile in his eyes.
“Hhrmmph, ok,” she caves to his demand.
“Now eat, food is also a necessity,” he says, pushing her dish of baked chicken and vegetables a little closer to her.
“Gosh, you’re bossy today,” she mumbles.
“Oh, Angel, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he warns.
Her head jerks up to look into his face. He chuckles and gives her a wink. Heat fills her body at the erotic insinuation of his statement.
God, I hope not, she thinks, as her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lips.
“It looks like you like the idea of that,” his voice a deep whisper, as he studies her face.
A warm flush creeps across her skin.
“Um, huh,” she mumbles hoarsely.
“Good, Angel, then tonight is going to be what both of us…all three of us, want.”
John puts everything else out of his mind for right now. There’s no Rico, no fights, no thoughts as to what that sleazebag is doing, and how the hell he got himself so well placed within the very tight circle. John knows he’s up to something, he can feel it in his bones, and there is no doubt in his mind it’s bad, very, very bad. But at this moment, his only thoughts are of this woman, and the naughty and erotic ways he’s going to blow her mind tonight. She’s asked for it with her body language, and he knows exactly what she wants.
Hooooolyyyy shit…, Elsie thinks excitedly.
CHAPTER 13 “Tell me something I need to know, then take my breath and never let it go. If you just let me invade your space, I’ll take the pleasure, take it with the pain. And if in the moment I bite my lip, baby, in that moment you’ll know this is something bigger than us and beyond bliss. Give me a reason to believe. Causeyou gotta, gotta, got to love meharder.” Lyrics “Love Me Harder”, Ariana Grande
John’s house is cozy and welcoming; it comforts and soothes, embracing you in its space. The home emanates a calm and comforting strength, much like the man. When you’re here you feel safe, you feel protected, you feel like you’re home.
Elsie is standing at John’s front door, nervous anticipation making her hand shake slightly as she raises it to ring the bell. Her small frame is encircled in the golden white glow of the porch light, as if she were standing onstage. The butterflies that she feels in her stomach are the same as stage
