Weeds

Weeds - Chapter Thirty Eight

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As our lips touched it became a fight for dominance, I ran my hands greedily through his hair and Elliott pressed my back against the elevator was and with one hand lifted my legs to wrap around his waist. 

When they were around him he grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head and he continued kissing me, but he moved from my mouth to my neck, to my ear and I couldn’t do anything because frankly I wanted to absorb the pleasure while it lasted. 

His hand testily moved off my arms and as if it was almost paining him he dragged his hand down so that in incredibly uncharacteristic move his hand was gripping my butt. 

I moaned into his mouth and I brought my no longer captivated hands up to his head to hold him still. 

A loud clearing of the throat knocked us both out of the trance. 

Elliott's hands moved up from my butt to my waist so that I didn’t fall as my legs slowly slid off his body and down to the floor.  

My legs felt like they had just ran a fifty mile race, they shook violently and my knees buckled. Elliott moved forward a little so that I could move out of the corner of the elevator and I did so, slowly adjusting my shirt which had risen up. 

A woman in her mid forties glared at the too of us as her and who I assume was her fourteen year old son stood as far away from us as possible but the boy was flushed and judging from the way his hands were positioned in front of his pants covering something I could tell the kid was a little hot and bothered no doubt from the show Elliott and I had just put on. 

When the woman began typing away on her BlackBerry, the boy looked up to me and shoved his tongue into his cheek. 

Little nasty. 

Deciding to teach the kid a lesson , I slowly brought my tongue out my mouth and let the tip lick my lips and then I bit down softly. 

The boys jaw dropped but he remained with his cocky expression, he was a typical So-Cal pre teen boy in his Nike socks, white vans and basketball shorts. 

I winked at him and he winked back. 

I brought my finger up to the neckline of my shirt and a subtly pulled it down to reveal just enough cleavage . 

Don’t ask me why I was being suck a tease but trust me, there's something about elevators that gives you a sudden rush of confidence. Besides it was his fault for being hard in the first place, he shouldn’t have watched. 

I felt Elliott's arm snake around my waist and he pulled me into his side, roughly. 

His fingers came up to my shirt and he pulled it back up. He grabbed both sides of my jacket and pulled them together, he had me in a position so that I was standing in front of him and both his arms were across my stomach. I could feel his face lower down to my ear, "You're really going to regret doing that." 

"Doing what?" I questioned. 

"Teasing that kid, because I really don’t like sharing." 

"What the fu-" The woman's head shot up to glare at me and I trailed off into ,"Fu-uuuudge." 

What the hell did Elliott mean sharing? He had never seemed like the jealous type, much less possessive. I had read so many books on possessive lovers but I never thought they actually existed. Especially someone like Elliott who had as far as I had known him been a firm advocate for not objectifying women.