A Beautiful Forever - By Anderson, Lilliana Page 0,54

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.

Elliot

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.”

Paige

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