De Luca

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

"Graaaccceee, oh Gracie girl, Grace."

My eyes snapped open when I felt hands around my neck, gasping in air as I looked down at my throat to see my own hands wrapped around it.

I sighed, mostly in relief as I realised it wasn't Lucus. I unwrapped my hands from my throat, Looking up to survey the room in the dim light the moon provided. I frowned as I realised I was looking at the room from a different angle then noticed Elias on the couch.

I bit down on my lip when I noticed the blanket covering half of his bare back, showing off his toned muscles. My thoughts drifted as I imagined what it would be like to ride him, gripping onto those glorious shoulders of his. I shivered as I felt a tingling sensation in my core.

"Damn it Grace," I hissed to myself, looking away from him. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if he was naked under that blanket.

"Ugh, I need a shower."

Standing, I made my way into the bathroom. Turning on the tap to the shower I removed my shirt and bra revealing my hardened nipples.

I huffed out a frustrated sighed.

Would it be so bad to masturbate to the thought of him?

It probably would be. But I just can't. I need a release and the thought of Elias turns me on... Just this once.

I stripped from the remainder of my clothes, sitting on the basin bench as my finger slid down my chest just as I imagined Elias's would. I spread my legs when my fingers dipped into my wet pussy, pulling out before pushing back in. I moaned, gripping onto the basin faucet as I accelerated my tempo.

I imagined Elias staring up at me as his fingers did their magic, making me squirm under his intense gaze.

"Fuck, Elias."

"Grace?"

I bit down on my lip as my toes curled and my grip on the faucet tightened, throwing my head back as my finger worked their way through my orgasm.

"Grace, are you okay?"

I looked at the door, flustered from having my release and hearing Elias's voice from the other side of the door.

"Y-yeah I'm fine."

"Right, well could you make it quick because I need a shower too."

I rolled my eyes. "Whenever I'm done is when your turn is," I called, stepping into the shower. But despite my words I made my wash quick. I dressed myself in a black long sleeve and black jeans, leaving my hair out to dry, before exiting the bathroom.

My eyes instinctively shot to Elias who stood shirtless with only a pair of his dress pants on, standing at the door. The sight was definitely something to behold, but that thought changed immediately when I saw a flustered girl — the one who is meant to be the receptionest — standing before Elias, eyeing him up like there was no tomorrow.

I walked up to the two who were having a conversation, smiling at the girl with fake sweetness.

"Im so sorry, he does this with every girl, I'll make sure it dosen't happen again." With that, I shut the door.

"Admit it."

I snapped my head around up to Elias, finding him with a smitk on his face.

"Admit what?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Your absolutely jealous."

"Pft, I am not."

"Well maybe I will take that girl up on giving me head, apparently she has quite a tongu–"

With lightning speed, I un-crossed my arms and balled my hand into a fist, throwing it at Elias's chest. He caught it before I could even touch him, instead he pulled me close, pushing me up against the door, his knee between my legs and both my hands beside my head.

I looked at him wide eyed, seeing that it all happened in a quick second. My heart began to race when I looked him in the eyes.

"Dont play dumb with me Grace, I heard you in the bathroom–" he lowered his head to my ear, his hot breath on my skin sent a shiver down my spine "–your sweet moans as you thought of me fucking your pussy."

Those words. Ugh, they made my core burn with lust.

"I don't know what your talking about," I breathed.

"I told you when I first met you, I don't like liars." He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth a nibbled on it as his knee traveled higher, until it was touching my core, rubbing it through the material of my jeans.

I unintentionally moaned.

"Do you want me to fuck you senseless?"

Yes.

"I told you we can't be anything."

"That doesn't mean we can't fuck."

"No," I breathed.

"I'll ask again. Do you want me to fuck you."

I closed my eyes. Yes.

"No."

Suddenly all the warmth disappeared, I snapped my eyes open, finding Elias on the other side of the room with a towel in hand.

"I won't if that's what you want, but if I hear you even utter a yes, I won't be able to hold myself back, do you understand." He turned, heading into the bathroom and closing the door.

I slid to the floor, my legs being too weak to hold myself up any longer.

"Holy shit," I breathed out.

I bit down on my lip as I felt my core burn with lust and craving. It ached for intimacy. Pulsating as if it had a heart beat.

I was in for a God damn hard time.