‘So tempting,’ he growled as he grabbed the edges of the lace and ripped, making me gasp. He did it again and again until he pulled and they slid off me in one tattered piece. He tossed them to the side and ran his hands up the inside of my thighs. ‘Have you imagined me fucking you, Ellie?’
‘Yes.’ I writhed on the seat as the tip of his tongue slowly ran through me.
‘Was it good?’
‘Amazing.’
‘It would be so much better than amazing.’ His tongue made another pass over me and I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, making him growl into me. ‘I’d give you pleasure like you’ve never known. I’d stretch this tight wet pussy of yours with my girth and you’d sob with happiness as I rode you for hours. I have stamina like you wouldn’t believe and love nothing better than making a woman come for hours until I finally bury myself in her and release.’
‘Have you imagined fucking me?’ I panted as he licked me slowly again.
‘All the time.’
‘You want me too? O. God,’ I groaned as he pushed his tongue into me.
‘Hmmm’ he moaned into me. I hooked one leg around his shoulder and neck, my other foot on the floor raised up on my tiptoes. The heat of my enjoyment and the proximity to the fire had me burning up as I wriggled and let out cries of pleasure until everything tensed as my back arched up.
‘Ahhhh … noooo … it’s too much.’ I climaxed again, but instead of letting me ride it out, he took my oversensitive clit in his lips and gently sucked it as he slid his fingers into me and hooked them to sweep over my g-spot. I started sobbing as my body quaked when a wave of orgasms hit me again and again. ‘Noooo … stop … please!’
He pulled away from me and climbed up on the sofa to lay at my side and pulled my quivering body firmly against his and started laying a path of kisses around my face as I tried to gather my shattered senses. I’d never experienced multiple orgasms before Dan. I hadn’t even imagined that my body was capable of reacting so strongly to someone’s stimulus. I felt like I was having an out of body experience as I tried to recover, then felt a hand soothing my hair as the other ran up and down my back.
‘You don’t want any more tonight then?’ he whispered in my ear and I half managed a chuckle, but hadn’t got the energy to shake my head. ‘Sleep, Miss Baxter. I’ve got you. All part of the service.’
Dan
Tasting Ellie, seeing her fall apart like that above me was one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life. She was so receptive to me. Christ only knows what she’d be like if we had sex. She’d need to work out harder to keep up with me or I’d wear her out. I grimaced as she shifted positions in my arms on the sofa, brushing against my pulsating cock. I’d jerked off in the toilet earlier, trying to minimise my desire to throw her down and slam into her, which had helped for about half an hour, if that, before I sprung another erection. Staying strong was killing me. I needed to get away from her before I did something I’d regret. I carefully lifted her into my arms and carried her up to bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead as she let out a contented sigh. I needed some distance, she was breaking my resolve and if I took that next step and slept with her, I’d just be hurting her even more as well as being a complete bastard myself for going back on my word. I watched her sleeping for a few minutes and quietly let myself out and headed back to the Boathouse, determined to stay away from her and temptation.
Day Nineteen
Ellie
I opened my eyes to find myself in bed alone. I sat up and looked around. ‘Dan?’ I called, but there was no reply. I sighed and threw myself back down onto the bed. I couldn’t work him out at all. We’d had another great night together, he’d blown my mind, again, with some seriously intense orgasms and had obviously carried me to bed, yet he’d not let me touch him or kiss him and it seemed he’d already left without saying goodbye. I pulled a pillow over my face and screamed with frustration into it. What man who hadn’t had sex for so long would only want to pleasure a woman and get nothing in return? I knew he didn’t have erectile dysfunction, he’d had no problem ejaculating that time I’d seen him lying in the snow, and he obviously wasn’t gay. I just couldn’t understand it. Even if he wanted no emotional commitment, I was his perfect no strings sex encounter as I’d be leaving for the other end of the country soon.
I got up and had a well overdue shower, I had to get my mind off him, again. I dressing in my black lounge pants and a grey cashmere jumper and headed down for a coffee and some poached eggs on toast then went up to the office. I printed out the lease agreement for the house and signed it before handwriting an envelope and licking it shut. I could give it to Dan to post to the agents, then I rang them and asked if I could let Brooke pick up the keys if she took some ID in with her and they said they’d get back to me via email. There was smoke coming from his boathouse so I decided to give him a ring and idly wondered the etiquette for thanking a man for selfless mind blowing orgasms, while being pissed at him for leaving in the morning without saying goodbye or leaving a note.
‘Morning,’ he answered in a clipped tone.
‘Morning, Dan. How are you?’
‘Fine. A little busy.’
‘O, sorry,’ I replied taken aback by his abrupt tone, and what the hell was he busy with? I mean seriously, like I’d thought before, other than chopping logs and sexually frustrating me, I didn’t see him do much here. ‘I wondered if you were going to the mainland this afternoon, as I need to post the signed lease back to the agents and my overdue Christmas cards.’
‘Yes.’
‘Would you like me to bring them all down for you?’
‘No, thank you. Leave them on the console table. I’ll let myself in and pick them up so I don’t disturb you.’
‘Ok. I also just wanted to say thank you for last night, I had a really nice time, even without the amazing … well you know.’
‘Was there anything else?’ he replied, and I felt the icy blast right in my chest.
‘I … I just wondered if you had any preference for dinner tonight and if you were joining me?’
‘No, I won’t join you and I won’t require any, thank you.’ If anything, he was sounding more distant and pissed with me than he ever had.
‘Dan, have I done something to upset you?’
‘No. You’ve just interrupted something important.’
‘I’m sorry to have troubled you then. I’ll leave the post as instructed and I’ll try not to bother you again.’ I hung up before he had a chance to say anything else, or I got all emotional and broke down over the phone. I refused to sit feeling sorry for myself wondering what I’d done wrong. He’d made it clear from the start he was complex and didn’t want anything to happen between us, but it still stung really badly. I took the envelopes downstairs and put them on the hall table, made myself another coffee and headed up and buried myself in my writing.
It was nearly one p.m. when I spotted him walking up to the house, so I kept my head down and pretended I hadn’t seen him and was engrossed in my laptop. For some reason my stomach was churning nervously. I heard the door unlock and him enter, so I bit my lip to stop myself from calling down to him, but he surprised me by calling up instead.
‘I have your post, Ellie.’
‘Thanks,’ I called back down.
‘Have you had a nice morning?’ he asked. I raised my eyebrows and my jaw dropped in a WTF? expression. Was he being serious? After being so cold on the phone earlier and pretty much blanking me, he now wanted to play all nice?
‘Yes.’
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m busy writing. See you tomorrow.’ If he wanted to play cold, well so could I. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. He didn’t reply, simply closed and locked the door. I sneakily watched him walk away over the top of my laptop, dropping my eyes a couple of times as he looked round and up at where I was sitting and frowned. ‘Bloody men,’ I muttered. ‘How the hell do I pick such fuck
ed up specimens?’ It didn’t, however, stop me watching him cross the ice again, this time through my fingers and heaving a sigh of relief as he made it to the other side. I fired off a quick email to Brooke.
So, did you make your decision? Molly or Steve? Either or neither? Things are just as fucked up here. He came over yesterday afternoon and we chatted, played backgammon, had dinner and then he made me come multiple times with his fingers and tongue again, I fell asleep in his arms on the sofa then woke up in bed alone this morning. He was really short and sharp when I rang him earlier. I’m so frustrated. I’ve asked the agents if you can pick up the keys, they’re going to come back to me. LYMY more than you’ll ever know. xx
I powered on with my novel until I realised my stomach’s rumblings could no longer be ignored and my head was pounding. I sat up, stretched and groaned to realise it was already dark. I looked at my watch and made a surprised gasp to see it was actually eight-thirty, no wonder I was hungry and had a headache from squinting at the screen with no lights on for hours. I quickly looked to make sure Dan’s lights were on, even though he was so rude this morning I still needed to know he’d got back safely, and I smiled when I saw that they were. I headed down and heated up the small plate of dinner from last night that I’d saved and headed over to the lounge and wrapped up in a blanket, I couldn’t be bothered doing a fire so late and didn’t even bother putting the Christmas lights on. It was hard not to compare how miserable and lonely I felt today in comparison to this time yesterday. Much as I didn’t like to wallow, and wasn’t normally a wallower, I decided I was going to. I ended up heading to bed at nine-thirty, reading in bed on my iPhone with a slab of chocolate and glass of wine for company.
Dan
I felt like a complete shit for being so cold with her on the phone. Why couldn’t I just be strong around her? I’d had no trouble resisting women in the last three years. On the rare occasion I went to the pub, Pete said it was always one of his busiest nights. Within the space of an hour suddenly it seemed the entire female population of the village descended and batted their eyelids at me. Some of them were attractive, some of them I wouldn’t have hesitated fucking in the past, but that was before my life spiralled out of control and left me completely broken. I’d turned off the sexual side of my brain for all of that time, right until I’d seen Ellie. Nothing I did seemed to dampen the desire for her that coursed through my veins. I’d kept myself busy all day, trying not to think about her, but couldn’t resist stepping outside and looking up at the house. All the lights were off. I looked at my watch surprised, as it was still early and it wasn’t like her to be in bed at this hour. I cursed, knowing I probably had something to do with it.
Day Twenty
Ellie
I woke up, let out a contented sigh and stretched out, enjoying the coolness of the sheets further down the bed on my hot feet. It was eight a.m. and I felt so much better for a really good night’s sleep, even if I’d spent most of it dreaming about Dan fucking me until I begged him to stop. I rolled my eyes as I realised he was more amenable in my dream than he’d been in person yesterday morning. I spent an hour exercising, then cleaned up with a nice hot shower and spent time having a pamper session with a face exfoliation and masque, deep hair conditioning treatment and all over body lotion. I left my hair to dry naturally as I slathered my face with serum and moisturiser and put on my black skinny jeans and emerald green blouse, with a black lace vest underneath, deciding to make an effort as it was Christmas Eve.
After another breakfast of eggs on toast and coffee, I got the turkey out of the freezer to defrost. I could hardly believe it was Christmas Day tomorrow. Last year I’d cooked for Zac and his parents who’d come to stay with us in London. We’d been out Christmas Eve for afternoon Champagne tea at The Goring, then taken them to see The Lion King in the West End and had a takeout Thai for dinner. They all went to the pub Christmas morning while I cooked, we’d had a late lunch, gone for a walk along the river and had a night in front of the TV relaxing with left overs and too many chocolates. I wonder what tale he’d tell his parents about why we’d broken up, and was happy that I had a new number so they couldn’t ring to question me.
Boxing Day, Zac had invited a load of his stockbroker friends and their girlfriends around and I’d prepared canapés and a light hot meal and we’d partied till late. I let out a ‘Hmph’ when I realised that was one of the last times that we’d had sex where both of us seemed to have enjoyed it. Zac had seemed so happy and relaxed that day, he’d virtually ripped my clothes off the minute the last guests had gone, and fucked me on the lounge floor, then in the shower and then again in bed. Just like Dan though, he underwent a personality transplant overnight and I’d woken up the next morning, ready to initiate sex again and he’d virtually leapt out of bed to avoid me touching him and had gone out for a run.
I started writing again, hoping that Dan would call to apologise for yesterday, but he didn’t. I watched him head out over the lake again, just before one o’clock, and figured that they must have reopened the mountain road and he was off to do whatever he did in that town every day. The mind boggled. I set an alarm this time to stop me working at six. Even if I was going to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day on my own, I was going to make it memorable and uphold some traditions, even if I had no presents for myself to open. That reminded me, I quickly went to my wardrobe and got out the presents that I’d purchased for Dan and put them under the tree and laughed to see how pathetic they looked all on their own under the enormous bushy pine. I returned to my desk and saw an email had come in from John.
Morning, Ellie. How are you enjoying your break? Everyone’s missing you at the office, but they’re all thrilled that you’re returning in new capacity as Junior Partner. HR will email over the new contract, if you can get it signed and returned as soon as possible, please. The interviews went well and as we suspected Tom was the perfect choice, he was head and shoulders above the other candidates on interview alone, without his resume to back him up. He’s able to only give two weeks’ notice at his current employers so I’ve pencilled him in to start on Tuesday 7th January, the day after your expected return. This will give you a day to clear out your old office and move to your new one and settle back in. I’d like you to spend the first few weeks in the office, on a pretty hands on basis, working with him to settle him in and get him used to our firms way of doing things. Then you have the flexibility to work as you choose, subject to deadlines of course ;-). Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. John
Holy crap, not only was he still winky smiling at me, I was getting a new office as well? He hadn’t mentioned that before, and why give me an office when I could work from home most days? ‘Ellie Baxter, 2015 is going to be your year,’ I announced to myself with a smile and carried on with my writing. I actually got up for a break before the alarm reminded me, when I realised it was getting dark. The boathouse was in darkness as well. I went downstairs, put the Christmas lights on, made a fire and set up my Christmas greatest hits on the iPhone dock and had a little dance around to loosen myself up. I kept checking to see when Dan’s lights came on and it was nearly seven when they did. I’d planned on inviting him to stay tonight, but he’d distracted me when I’d gone to ask him on Monday and then yesterday we’d hardly spoken. I decided to wait and see if he’d ring me first, but when it got to eight-fifteen and I’d not heard from him, I was determined I was going to confront him. If I was going to spend tonight and tomorrow on my own, it would be with a clean conscience that I’d told him exactly what I thought of his behaviour yesterday.
I loosely did up my boots, opened the front door and carefully climbed over the mound of frozen snow and slipped over straight away, which actually made me laugh. By the fourth landing I wasn’t laughing anymore, my bum was sore and wet, my hands were freezing and I was feeling extra irritated. I fell again before I made it to the jetty and somehow ended up cutting my left index finger. I sucked it, tasting blood, managed to get up again
and onto his veranda in one piece and banged on his door, steam coming out of my ears by this point. He opened the door and looked really surprised to see me.
‘What the hell is your problem?’ I demanded, hands on my hips as I scowled at him.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘We were having a really nice night as friends, I was trying to stay distant from you to avoid any complications and you initiated it! You’re all caring and concerned about cheering me up, then you tuck me up in bed to sleep, which was really sweet, then you disappear without even a goodbye. You’re snappy with me on the phone when I was just ringing to be friendly and then you’ve ignored me all day today. I didn’t ask to be treated like this, I wanted to go home to avoid this very situation. You promised me Dan, you took the option of being friends, and right now I’m really wishing you hadn’t and that I’d taken that flight home when I had the chance. I’m angry at you, angry, confused and frustrated, but I don’t want to spend Christmas on my own. Are you going to invite me in or what? It’s bloody freezing out here, I’ve fallen over five times, my bottom’s wet, my finger hurts and I’m starving,’ I huffed, taking a deep gulp of air after my irate rant. He stood looking at me slightly startled at my reaction, stepped aside and gestured for me to come in.
‘I didn’t actually have a chance to get a word in edgeways.’
‘Thank you,’ I replied as I stepped in and he closed the door behind me.
‘Jesus, Ellie,’ he exclaimed and grabbed my left hand. ‘What did you do, you’re really bleeding.’
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