Page 23 of Room 710 (The Scarlet Hotel #15)

Ziggy

Fuck, did I ever love this side of Eli. He was barely restrained testosterone, nostrils flaring, chest heaving, his fingers digging into my flesh, a vein throbbing at his temple. I couldn’t believe it was little old me who had reduced him to such base needs.

Of course, I wasn’t much better. Goosebumps pebbled my skin, regardless of the warm water and steam filling the room.

His white dress shirt had become transparent, clinging to every ridge and plane of his torso.

As erotic as it was to see him like that, I was more than happy to see him peel it off and drop it to the bottom of the shower with a wet slap.

His chest hair was plastered to his broad torso.

His body was solid under my hands, built for strength without all the unnecessary showy cut abs.

He kicked his shoes off somewhere behind him, and then his pants and boxers soon joined his shirt.

Which just left me in my demolished bathing suit. It was barely more than an elastic waistband at this point, and Eli dropped to his knees, peeling the slip of fabric down my legs. “The things you do to me,” he moaned, before drawing me fully into his mouth.

I gasped at the warm suction, eyes rolling back.

This man knew just what to do with that tongue.

He lavished attention on every vein, pausing at the crown to dip into the slit.

He dragged his teeth gently over the glans, before moving down to suck my balls into his mouth.

He devoured every inch of me and then paired it with a finger at my slick entrance.

I let him work in a second finger, then a third, stretching my tight rim to accommodate his girth.

When he crooked his fingers, pressing over my prostate, I saw stars, and while it would’ve been too easy to lose myself in the sensations, I had more important goals in mind. I gripped his hair and forced his head back. “Condom. Now.”

The sound he made was more beast than man. He extracted his hand from my hole, leaving me gaping, then scrambled for one of the condoms he’d dropped across the floor. “Hurry,” I whined as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his shaft.

Without pause, he hiked me up against the wall, arms under my knees to spread me wide, and slotted himself at my entrance.

The head of his cock breached my hole, and with a few blunt thrusts, he was buried balls deep in my ass.

There was a glorious sting as he stretched me.

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” I grunted, clinging to his shoulders for all I was worth.

He wasn’t gentle about it, thank the gods, because I felt like he’d been edging me non-stop for the past month.

He was always there, just out of sight, out of reach, and I had roommates, so it wasn’t as easy as jerking off every time I thought about him. Which was all the damn time.

Eli paused, our hips pressed together, and dropped his head to my shoulder. “Please tell me you’re good,” he got out through clenched teeth, and I felt him twitch deep inside me.

“So good,” I whimpered. “Fuck me, alpha. For the love of gods.”

That was all the permission he needed. He withdrew until only the tip remained, then slammed forward. My cry echoed in the shower stall, but I couldn’t give a fuck if my housemates heard me. After the way Eli manhandled me, it was no secret what we were up to in here.

He kept his thrusts long and slow for as long as his restraint would allow, until I was shaking with my impending release.

Slick mixed with water, adding to the friction and enhancing every sensation.

With the position I was in, I was helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure he gave me.

My legs were pinned back to the tile, my cock dripping and untouched between us, and no amount of squirming could bring me relief.

“Eli, please…” I begged, though I didn’t even know what I was asking for. On the one hand, I was getting desperate, but on the other, I never wanted this to end.

Eli’s eyes were closed, like he was trying to concentrate on not coming, but at my words, his lids snapped open, and I saw my desperation mirrored back at me. This was a man always in control, but when the two of us collided, we burned like a wildfire. “Hold on to me,” he demanded, voice ragged.

He moved my legs to wrap around his hips as he moved his large hands down to palm my ass, and I hooked my heels at the small of his back. He drove forward hard, then picked up the pace with sharp, shallow thrusts that quickly had me keening.

The steam made it hard to breathe as my heart pounded, panting hard to catch my breath. My skin flushed under the over-warm spray, but there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to come, needed to. “Harder,” I demanded. “Faster!”

Eli did everything he could to oblige, pistoning into me until I lost all sense of time and space.

But then he reached between us and wrapped his hard around my cock, and my entire world narrowed, reorienting so that he was my new axis and all things revolved around him.

“Come for me,” he groaned, stroking me in time to his thrusts.

I would always do what my alpha asked—especially when he tilted his hips to drag his cockhead over my prostate. “Eli, I’m… I’m…” I stuttered, choking on the words, before my balls emptied themselves, cum spilling over his fist before being washed down the drain.

With a final groan, Eli buried himself inside me, ejaculating into the condom. His knot swelled, forcing itself into my channel and locking our bodies together, forcing a last dribble of cum to leak from my tip.

Shuddering, I sagged against him. “Too… hot…” I muttered, the room spinning from the intense aftershocks.

Eli reached over and slapped at the shower handle, turning it to cool, and while it was a shock to my system, it helped clear my head. “Better?” he asked, adjusting his hold on me.

I nodded. “Much.”

As our breathing returned to normal, I noticed Eli’s arms were shaking. We should’ve thought this position through a little better, but there hadn’t been much thought involved. Now we were stuck like this in the shower, instead of in a nice comfy bed.

I leaned my head back against the tile and looked up at him. His hair was plastered over his forehead, and I reached up to smooth it back from his face. He was so handsome, I had a hard time believing it.

He looked far more relaxed now than when he’d come storming into the house to “save” my virtue, but he was still exuding some pretty heady big-daddy energy.

He cupped my jaw, stroking his thumb down my throat.

“You’re mine. Your cock, your pleasure, your heart…

all mine,” he said, before tacking on, “Okay?” As if he was giving me a choice in the matter.

I was sure my smile was all kinds of gooey. “Okay.”

His knot deflated enough that he could wiggle out of me, then he lowered my legs to the shower floor, keeping a hand on my waist until he was sure I could stand.

Then he turned away to dispose of the condom.

It made me strangely… sad. I looked down at my flat stomach, imagining what it would look like round with pregnancy.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting my chin up with a finger.

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” I said, brushing it off as I reached for the shampoo.

He plucked the bottle from me, pouring some into his palm, before reaching up to work it into my hair. “It’s not nothing,” he said gently. “I want to know everything that’s going on in that brain of yours. I’ve been dying to hear all about it for weeks. Tell me.”

I snorted a laugh. “Just a passing thought, really.” He watched me sternly while massaging my scalp, his gray eyes curious.

“I was just… thinking that I wouldn’t have minded going without a condom.

That’s all.” I shrugged like it was nothing and I wasn’t implying that I wouldn’t mind being pregnant with his baby.

It was way too soon for those kinds of thoughts.

We hadn’t even dated yet. When he didn’t say anything, his hands stilling in my hair, I shook my head sharply. “Like I said, it was nothi—”

“I wouldn’t have minded either,” he said, interrupting me. He brought one of his soapy hands down to my stomach and set his palm there.

Neither of us said the B-word out loud, but this hypothetical baby was there all the same. This potential future sitting just out of reach, like all we had to do was reach out and take it.

“Come on, let’s rinse you off,” he said at last, breaking the moment. He tilted my head back to rinse the shampoo, then carefully tended to my sensitive hole.

Eli was an abundance of opposites, taking me hard but afterward handling me gently like I was precious.

One minute stern, but the next, he lavished me with praise.

A man who always needed to be in control but who lost his mind around me.

There was something about being his weakness that did it for me.

When we turned off the water, though, we both realized at the same time the dilemma we found ourselves in.

Neither of us had wearable clothes. Looked like we were about to do that walk of shame out of this bathroom.

Eli wrapped a towel around my waist, then another around his own, before he paused with his hand on the doorknob.

“I won’t let them televise all of it,” he said, looking down at me. “What happened between us… that doesn’t belong to them. I won’t let it be a source of gossip.”

I shrugged. “Would it be so bad, letting people know I was yours?”

He sighed and pulled me tight one last time. “No. It wouldn’t be so bad at all.”

“Good, because I’m sure I’ll be sent home after this stunt, and it’ll all be your fault.” I winked at him so he knew I wasn’t even a little mad about it.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t stay in here all day. He had a job to do, and in a way, so did I. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, I heard whispers and giggles. “Here we go,” I muttered.

Heads held high, Eli headed for the front door, currently being held shut with a kitchen chair.

“Thanks for stopping by,” Darnell called after him, and Eli grunted something and waved over his shoulder, his towel-clad ass disappearing out the door.

How was he going to explain that to his staff? Or the neighbors?!

I, on the other hand, only had a short walk to my bedroom. Before I could even get the door closed, both Prairie and Darnell forced their way in. “Those were some serious touch-him-and-die vibes. Tell us everything .”

And so help me… I did.