Smut in this one.
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"You don't seem shocked by my words," Elliot points out as he sees that I didn't give him a big reaction.

I exhale a normal breath and say in a matter-of-factly voice, "Elliot. I already expected this to happen. I warned you about it."

"And I didn't listen to you," he admits with sorrow.

"She brainwashed you, it's not your fault," I place my hand on top of his.

He shakes his head, a disgusted expression settles on his face, "you are being too polite. Everything is my fault. If I didn't go back to her she wouldn't have been able to pretend like a victim because it was me who walked out, and now! I have no leverage and she has all the lies that she can morph and present as truth because I was too stupid being a dumb fuck," Elliot rages on.I can imagine thousands of regretful thoughts transcending his conscious.

"It's going to be alright," I try to say something because I have no idea how to comfort somebody in this situation. I don't know how to lie to make someone feel better but it is an important part because you can't always tell the truth if the truth sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

 Sometimes it's better to lie and make somebody feel like they are lying on a bed of flowers even if in reality those are iron nails.

"You don't even sound genuine," he calls me out and I pout, "I'm trying, Elliot. I knew she would play like this."

He groans and closes his eyes as he lets his body loose resting his back on the couch.

"Elliot, why did you give in to her? What does she have that I don't?" the question has been bothering alot. I can't fathom how he could go back to her! In my mind, she is a demon, so why would he go back to her to let her unleash her wrath on him?

I know this moment is about him but I can't help myself from making it all about me.

"She wasn't always this bad Charlotte," he answers my unsaid thoughts.

"I don't care about her, Elliot. I am so disappointed in you because one needs to draw the line at violence. If someone hits you, you get the fuck out. That is it," I reply strictly. I want him to understand that he should not be taking violence lightly.

"Yes. I know now," he nods, his eyes and tone reflecting sincerity. 

"Charlotte please never compare yourself to Pearl. She doesn't belong to your level. If she's a star, you're the milky way. Two different leagues," he says after a moment of silence. Maybe he took into consideration how I might've felt when he left me for her.

His response, instead of making me feel special, pinches at an imaginary chord in my brain producing the noise of arguments that I had subdued.

"You put her in my league, you made me stand along with her for you, and then you chose her, on top of me," a soft half smile graces my lips as I spit the harsh facts that I accepted with much difficulty. Strong, I feel strong now.

Agreed. Some experiences break you, but they make you too. 

He looks at me with regret, hurt, and pity in his eyes, " fuck," he pulls at his hair as he closes his eyes in frustration. He moves to lay his head on the armrest of the couch away from me.

"I'm so fucking sorry Charlotte. I don't have any words to say except for this," his hands join in the form of a prayer action near the bridge of his nose.

He abruptly moves towards me, a crazy wild look in his eyes, his features fierce and contorted. He enunciates the words with so much pressure and power underneath them, " you have to trust me this time Char. I will not make the same mistake again. It's you that I want. The idea of you going away from me is making me crazy," he says it as he means it.

I offer him a bittersweet smile," I do want to believe you," I keep my hand on top of his, "but tell me how can I? Because my mind keeps telling me on a loop that—you've heard all of these words before?"

He closes his eyes like I have plungered him with a dagger. Yeah, it's a dagger, and it's called a taste of your own medicine.

"Charlotte...," he mutters once he opens his eyes. He gets down on his knees in front of me and sits down as I sat in front of him last time when he was at my house telling me that he was going back to his fiance.

He held my hands as I held him and the biggest thing was— he looked at me like I looked at him while I begged.

Begged for him to change his mind.

Now he was doing all that I ever wanted and the truth is I want him. I still do.

"Charlotte, I know there is no need for you to give me a second chance. I don't deserve it, I'm well aware of that. But if you, in the weakest chambers of your heart somewhere still feel something for me, I would call myself the luckiest man alive because," he stops midway.

"Because?" I urge him, pleading with my eyes to continue.

"Because if you decide to come back into my life, there's no way I'm letting you go till the day I die or you decide to walk out for good," he says.

His words lay in the open between us like a fresh bed sheet on grass, ready to be graced upon by us, ecstatic wanderers.

I placed my hand on top of his as I looked into his eyes. His eyes try to judge the reason behind my movements.

"Why the weakest chambers of my heart?" I asked him because his words confused me.

"Because I know you don't feel what I feel for you and it's all due to the trauma and henceforth the pain that I have caused you,"

A snort escapes me and he has the most adorable lost puppy-like expression on his face.

"Henceforth? Who the fuck says that now?" Slowly the expression on his face morphs into one of a young boy. He joins into my careless laughter, not being able to control himself.

"Shut up, Char," he uses my nickname and it indescribably clutches my heart.

I pull him up and waste no time attaching myself to him as I hug him tightly. His hands slip onto my waist as he pulls me closer. My hand travels smoothly over his neck into his hair and now I get to tame his hair the way I wanted.

I haven't decided If I'm ready to forgive him or trust him yet but the one thing that I know is, I want him in my life but I don't know in what form and for how long.

I feel his hand travel up my back slowly. It's just something about the way he's touching me that I feel the bundle of emotions inside of me that I just want to let out.

I want him to kiss me. I want to kiss him. The same.

It's like he had the same thought in his mind because we pull apart at the same time only to match each other's wide eyes and wild expressions which means that we wanted the same things. 

And bad things.

He wastes no time in attaching our lips and just like that we are synchronised like we were never built to fall apart in the first place.

Whenever we have kissed, we have always started at a sweet soft pace but this, this is so so so hard.

I fight him lip to lip, teeth to teeth. Sometimes our teeth slide against each other, and he slows down a bit, "with care, honey. Don't want to harm you," he says amidst the kiss. I moan.

His voice was so hot and the way he stopped to take care of me just because our teeth crashed made me want to kiss him harder. Fuck, it's so fucked up.

"I want you, Elliot," I say as I lay my forehead against his trying to calm down my breathing. His chest puffs and rests like mine.

"Right now?" He questions.

"Yes," I replied.

"Right here?" He asks me again.

"Fuck yeah. Didn't you hear the first time? I want you to fuck me! Is that better?" I voice out the words louder and clearer this time.

He laughs at my words, "my demanding woman!" he claims proudly and my eyes certainly are shining with a happy gleam beneath them. I wanted to correct him that I'm not his, yet but I let it slide, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He pulls me closer till I am pressed against him. I feel his erection against me. Oh!

I groan and push into him more as I wrap my hands at the back of his neck. Now it's his turn to groan as we start to grind against each other, shamelessly.

"Bedroom, Char. Lead me the way," he says.

"Just take any room except mum and dad's because I don't know which is mine and I can't wait for us to go and find where my room is. I can't wait, baby," I mutter against his neck as I lick the skin near the junction of his neck and shoulder and I feel a shiver as I blow some air on it. I  smirk.

"Mm baby, you're killing me," he mutters. He grabs hold of my hips roughly, it hurts but in a good way.

"Jump, now," he orders me and my subconscious is there, purring at his feet like that horny little bitch she is.

I waste no time in following his orders. He helps me in crossing my legs at the back of his bum. He starts to walk towards the gallery leading to the rooms. I reached the first one and thankfully my parents had the names out on the doors because this one was theirs.

He smirks and I know then that he has a very bad idea up his sleeve, "do you want me to fuck you on your dad's bed?" 

My eyes widen, "Oh my God! That is wrong on so many levels!"

He laughs, "agreed. I just wanted to see your expression and it was phenomenal."

He runs over to the next door, "looks like this is—,"

"My room," I complete the sentence for him as he twists the doorknob and I kick it open with my foot. He laughs, "be patient, honey," to which I reply, "I can't."

My heart pounded erratically in my chest as Elliot's lips parted mine, his chest pushing me further into the bed as he laid on top of me. My harsh breathing which matched his was the only sound in the otherwise silent room. It somehow made all the feelings that I was feeling more intense and sacred. I didn't even try to suppress the moan that originated from the depth of my throat as his tongue pushed into my mouth while his fingers tangled with mine at both sides of my head. His mouth dominated mine in a wholesome way.

His hips pushed against mine urgently. The fabrics feel like huge hurdles in between. I just wanted them gone. I wanted to be burned by the searing nature of his touches. I wanted to show him that I burned for him.

I sucked a gasp between both of our teeth as I felt a palm slide down my stomach. I didn't even realise amidst the heavy kissing when he had un-tangled his hand from mine. His hand travelled to my side to squeeze my hip before dipping in between my legs. I raised my free hand and started to twirl his hair, enjoying the feeling of his soft tresses.

I felt the fingers of his hand dip underneath the waistband of my jeans, the pads of his fingers pressing firmly against my skin. He pulled his lips from mine to drag his teeth down my neck, nipping harshly at the skin before running the flat of his tongue over it, the heat sucking away the sting of his bite.

My back arched off the bed as his fingers continued their descent. Currents shot out over my whole body as the bedroom resonated with the loudest moan that erupted from my mouth when I felt the tips of his fingers reach my sensitive clit and started to move in circles around it.

"Yes baby, just like that. I love hearing the sounds that you make. Makes me feel good at how good I am making you feel," he muttered seductively, his voice laden with lust. I nearly moaned again at his words. Even though there was very little space for him to move his hand because the button of my jeans was still done, the heat was extravagant.

He removed his hand from mine and with that hand, he opened the buttons of my jeans which allowed him to move his fingers to my entrance. His thumb pressed into my clit and I braced for what was to come. He slid two fingers inside me instead of starting with one, burying them up to the knuckle. I mewled and buried my lips into his neck as I felt so ecstatic and ..complete.

My mind thought back to how a few moments back we were brutally broken up in the worst way and now here I am lying under him with his hands inside my pants. I remember how I pretended to be so strong and not at all needy, the sexy successful independent woman who didn't need a man but as soon as he came back I allowed him back so easily. I allowed a cheater back.

But then how could I say no when he apologised so nicely? Am I dumb in giving him a second chance? Should I not let him touch me?

But I'm not letting him touch me because I'm too easy for him but I'm letting him touch me because I want this. I want this relief for myself. Am I wrong in wanting sex? Men, do it all the time?

This is it. I do not love him. It's just for sex for me. He doesn't have to know it. He had his fun, now I need mine.

What use is loyalty, when you're going to get fucked anyway? I want to get fucked on my terms and I want to enjoy it.

I try to tell myself I'm not doing anything wrong because am I wrong in wanting sexual gratification for myself when he's the one who walked in, literally giving it to me on a plate?

All these thoughts leave my head as soon as he pushes his fingers inside me once again, his forearm flexing beneath my hand as I hold onto his bicep. I gave into the feeling that he was giving me like a shameless needy woman as his thumb circled my clit once again. His lips trailed back up my neck and near my lips. He took advantage of my open mouth as he dipped his tongue in it, aligning my mouth against his. My mouth had never been claimed like this before but I loved every second of it. I thought I was in love with this man, shame how all that is over, and now all those feelings have totaled down to just sexual advantage from him.

He pushed another finger into me, and my tight pussy felt the stretch most beautifully as I felt myself smile while he entered my pussy with his fingers again and again. Bliss. This is life. This is everything. You don't need men, you just need sex from men.

"Eyes on me baby, look at me. Show me those beautiful eyes of yours," his words made me open my eyes. He gave me a dark look and I tried to match his heavy look from my side but it was difficult because my eyes kept getting shut because of the movements of his fingers. He made a purposeful effort to make me watch him as he looked down at his fingers buried inside me. He smirked as he saw the state that I was in. 

Jerk! Look at him being all cocky about himself!

"Damn baby, my hands have never looked so good before," he said and winked.

"Well then you should put them there more often," I replied breathlessly. He laughed at my reply. 

I groaned as I wanted more from him. I pushed my hips upwards to meet more of his fingers, "that's enough," he growled as he gave one more flick of his finger over my clit and I was done. My body radiated the pleasure from the pressure that he had put my body under and now that I got to feel the relief settle inside of me, I felt at ease with my brain and my life. This is all I want.

No stress, just sex.

I laid my head back on the bed as he pulled his fingers out and brought his face close to my face as he slid his fingers inside his mouth, his tongue licking them clean. I looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the way his lips puckered around his fingers while he looked at me catching up from the high that he gifted me. His eyes were dark with need and his dick pressing into me told me that he needed more from me. So much more. And I needed him. Just not in the way he was expecting me to want him. I'm over love.

I gave him a meaningful look that explained to him all that I wanted from him. I raised my body and tore his t-shirt away from his body. I helped him out of it. Simultaneously his hands pulled on the hem of my top. I raised my hands and he eased me out of it.

"Stand up," he ordered me. I rose to my feet and stood on the bed in front of him. Since the buttons of my jeans were already done, he pulled them off my legs with ease. He got off the bed and pulled his jeans down. Now he was just in his boxers. I could see his strained erection and that made my pussy ache, which was so weird. How could I feel tingles while looking at his member? I guess this is what attraction does to you.

"Turn around and sit down on your knees," he told me. I complied. When I sat down on my knees, I felt him press kisses on my neck. I moved my neck the other way, giving him enough space to do as he pleased. I felt his hands reach my straps and pull them down till they were hanging by my biceps. He peppered kisses on my shoulder blades as I felt his hands brush on my chest, right above the borders of my bra.

He was going too slow, I wanted more!

I moaned and pressed my body into his chest, "let me take my time. Big men like to play with dolls like you," he hummed as he felt me shiver after he blew air on the nape of my neck.

He unhooked my bra and it fell on my lap. I pushed it aside. He cupped my boobs in his hands and started to squeeze them. He would loosen them and again squeeze them. He would keep on doing this again and I loved it. 

It felt so good to be given attention like this. I felt taken care of. I felt myself getting complete, it was hard to explain.

"Moan for me if you like this," he whispered in my ear. Soon after, I felt him twist my nipples, Ow! I felt pain.

I screamed which ended up sounding like a moan that ended in his name. He twisted them again.

"My name has six letters, I think I should make you scream my name like six times. C'mon give it to me baby," and true to his promise, he made me scream. Each time he would pull on my nipples harder than before and I would scream but love it.

"Good girl," he nudged my neck with his nose, "face me now," he said and I turned around to give him a better view of my body.

"I promise I'll play with you better next time, right now I just want to fuck you," I sighed in relief at his words, glad he wasn't in the mood to mess around anymore.

He picked up his jeans from the floor and took the condom out. As he wrapped it around himself, I removed my underwear, not wanting to waste any more minutes, and laid down on the bed comfortably.

His lips dropped hungrily to mine as he slipped his tongue directly into my mouth, letting it roll with mine. It was hard and delicious at the same time. My kind of flavour.

With no warning at all, he pushed himself into me, stretching me to the fullest, as my mouth fell open and a heavy gasp escaped my lips. His hand grabbed my hair in a fist as his elbows touched the bed and his chest contacted mine.

He dropped his mouth to my chest and bit on my clavicle, making sure to leave a mark there for people to see. He pulled his hips back while he kept on kissing me, he dragged himself out of me slowly before pushing in once again. He slammed into me, burning through my walls, he managed to make me forget how to breathe. That good he fucked me. After dealing with all the shit that he has put me through, I deserve to be fucked so good.

My hand clutched at his back, my nails digging into his skin, sure to leave my marks on him so that if he goes running back to his fiancee again, she better know he belongs to me now.

He was destroying my body with each thrust he gave me because, after him, I am destroyed for somebody else. There won't be somebody else who would make me feel this way.

He roughly moved his hand up my hand and gave a hard slap on my boobs, "Oh Elliot," I moaned as he thrust into me.

"You like that," he asked me as he gave my left boob another hard slap. I moaned and bit my lip but didn't say anything because I was lost in the pleasure of my own.

He twisted my nippled and thrust into me at another angle as he spread my legs farther, which let him cut deeper inside of me, "answer me!" He yelled.

"Yes, yes, Elliot. I love it," I breathed out in whispers. He grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips. My hips pushed into his as he drove deeper into me.

Every thrust of his took me to hell and heaven at the same time. He started to move faster and deeper as he grasped hold of my hands and pinned them on top of my hand. He brought his lips closer to my nipples and started biting on them

 It hurt, his thrusts hurt, but this is what I wanted. I loved every moment of it.

The relentless pounding of his hips against mine was maddening and it pushed me closer to my edge. His merciless movements gave rise to so much pressure that it almost started to hurt like before and I was on the verge of begging for relief.

When his hand reached between us to put pressure on my clit, I gave up control. My second orgasm of the night was like a hailstorm, sudden and extreme, shocking my entire body, and making me tremble extremely. He held onto my waist and continued his assault till he found his relief, stiffening inside me.

He was dripping with sweat like me as he rested on top of me. I let out a breathy laugh as he slumped against me. He opened his eyes lazily. I could see it on his face that he was well spent.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked me, a smile gracing his lips.

"I'm just happy," I smile back at him.

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Author's note

Don't.

Don't say anything.

My cheeks are super fucking red.

Okay bye.

Luv, Leena ❤❤
Bye-bye, until next time.