This was a first for Elle. Not the sex, not by any stretch of the imagination but the predicament. The anticipation, the desire, the green light to be herself. The challenge of Tre holding back any reciprocal affections. It made her wet with desire as she felt him coming to life under her touch, growing in its confines.
He watched her bite her lip in anticipation turning him on even more when she seems impressed by his size. Her hands are soft.
“I’m clean” he says before she can ask making her smile, he’s a control freak of course he is.
“So am I” she affirms before kissing the tip of his manhood chastity and stroking it slowly.
A tease, she smiles looking up at him before taking as much of him as she can in her mouth and stroking him. She continues using her mouth to give the head attention while stroking his length.
He shudders when she licks the underside of his dick on a visible vein. Its all the cue Elle needs to finish him off cupping his balls and going to work.
“Fuck” he groans contracting and trying to last.
“Fuck” he repeats yanking her up to her feet by her hair.
“You’re going to pay for that” he rasps all libido having cum already on her nightdress. He didn’t know where to start but he wanted that satisfied smirk off of her face for his prides sake. Swallowing allows him to catch his bearing and he sits lifting her onto his lap and kissing her intimately. Elles centre throbs as how good his tongue feels, how soft his lips are how good he feels, how hard his body is against hers. Just when she touches his face he stops her abruptly taking her chin.
“Cant touch me like that” his eyes are dark as he catches his breath.
“Not until you tell me I own this pussy” his words come out as a growl as Elle smiles putting her hands up determined not to break first and he grabs her neck turning her to back him and spreading her legs. She doesn’t flinch a little at the pressure proving a level of trust.
Her folds are slick and dripping as he swipes them for a taste. She can’t help but moan its been too long since she’s had any worthwhile attention. His hold around her neck tightens as he finds her clit in no time massaging the sensitive spot and making her moan even more.
“Please Tre” she asks breathlessly letting her head fall back as much as the position will permit enjoying every moment of pleasure. The words only made his dick harder, her arousal turning him on more and more by the second. The sensation overwhelms her, the rooms spinning and the tension is too much. His hand loosens around her neck at the feeling of her heart rate increasing and she holds onto his arm tight as she comes.
Tre peppers kissed in the nook of her neck until her recovery is evident, still sitting behind her now giving her tits some attention.
“You broke a rule” his words are calm cool and collected.
“Did I?” Elle asks curiosity and a touch of excitement in her tone.
“Mhhmm” he continues fondling her.
“You’re still touching me” he noted freeing his arm from her hold.
“Are you going to do something about it?” She asks turning to him with a mischievous rebelliousness in her eyes.
“Wait for me in my room, without this” he instructs touching the fabric of her night dress. In an act of defiance she pokes his chest touching him again before heading to his room.
“Fuck” he mutters once she’s gone rock hard again even after getting one out of the way. A game of pride, pain and pleasure that he had to win but if he knew anything about Elle it wouldn’t be easy. He’d play dirty if he had to getting some ice from the ice maker only to find Elle completely naked tying her hair up in the mirror. Her owning her sexy made her even more alluring. No coy looks just genuine happiness and excitement. He points to the bed and she sits attentively.
“Am I really in trouble for trying to make you feel good?” She asks sitting on the edge of the bed at the corner holding it and giving him a good view of her full soft breasts.
Definitely no angel.
Everything inside of Tre wanted to return the favour of good head first.
“You’re stalling” Elle smiles adjusting her position on the bed to be less seductive.
“Giving you a moment to prepare” he comments taking off his shirt, chain, ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. He needed to collect himself too. He’d win the stand off.
“Keep your eyes open, I want to watch you come undone” a truth in its entirety. “If you’re good, I’ll let you get it from behind how you like it.”
“Still no touching?”
“Not until you tell me what I want to hear and I believe you mean it” he smirks a little knowing she’d say it for her own benefit.
“Understand?” Adjusting her on the bed and looking in her eyes as he slides into her causing pressure to build. Her hand goes to his arm but stops short of the touch as her eyes close.
“Fuck” she barely gets out hands on her head, the dick of her dreams property of her next-door neighbour.
“Let me see those eyes” he says finding a slow rhythm.
“I hate you” Elle breathes trying to listen, take it and not touch him all at once. He leans into her giving her a moment to enjoy the sensations. Body to body, it felt so good she had to fight her moans as he kissed her neck. “Faster” she pleas keeping her eyes open only for them to flutter at the change in pace. “Shit Tre” she mewls feeling him in her guts as he switches positions for better access to her spot.
She comes
Giving her no time to recover he gets under her holding her body to his and thrusting quickly making everything go white. The sensation is everywhere. He’s digging her out with every single stroke. Its too much.
“It’s yours” Elle mutters near combustion and wanting some reprieve. His eyes search hers wanting a genuine submission as his pace slows. “It’s your pussy Tre” she says softly holding his torso completely spent as she comes again resting her head on his chest. The aftershocks of the orgasm ripping though the both of them. Elle needed to catch her breath pressing her forehead against his chest as they lay there.
“You’re a legend” she says laughing a little. Satisfied, wanting more but too exhausted to go further.
“Now you know” he runs his hand down her back satisfied with her body’s reaction to him. Their lips find each other in mutual understanding and arousal. Elles smiling when he stands her up holding her waist steady as she catches her bearings. “This why you brought me out here? To use me?” Tre teases in good spirits.
“Use you? Please you’re no angel” she says leaving his room and he sits for a second.
……
There was no detergent, he couldn’t wash his sheets so instead he went onto the couch. But then the storm started picking up and Elle dragged him to bed with her. She promised it wasn’t a ploy as she cuddled next to him falling asleep in moments.
New territory.
He never trusted anyone enough to share a room much less a bed with them. He didn’t like being in spaces that weren’t his own. But something about how difficult Elle was made her easy to be around. By the time he fell asleep Elle was out of bed and doing her morning routine. A soft knock at the door gets her attention and she tightens her robe heading to open it.
Champagne in ice and a bouquet of roses with brunch. The server smiles pushing the cart in making her laugh. It was twelve in the afternoon already.
“Thanks” she smiles pushing the cart to the kitchen and making light work of her fruit plate and waffles. The champagne and roses were clearly the work of his aunt. Tre would never. He phone rings and she checks the ID to see missed calls from Kizzy and unsaved numbers probably her mom.
Tre lays in bed awhile after hearing the knock on the door and Elle turning on the tv before sitting up with morning wood. Checking his phone gives him a sense of relief that there’s nothing to worry about. Her scent makes him lay back down reading through all his texts and emails from the morning.
“Wake up!” Elle says pouncing on him, with a pamphlet in hand. “You lucked out picking this place. Your aunt got us complimentary indoor rock climbing, spa access and wristbands to the bar - I like her” Elle adds getting comfortable on his lap and ignoring his erection.
“None of that sounds like me” he mutters honestly.
“Typical, boring man” she says going to get off but Tre stops her.
“Im boring”
“Outside the bedroom yes, very” Elle affirms. “It’s alright I’m good at making friends. Don’t be alarmed - your aunt also got us breakfast and roses from you to me … allegedly” she smiles leaning forward to peck his lips.
“You need upper body strength to rock climb look at these things” Tre jokes feeling for her nonexistent muscles.
“I got people for that” Elle smiles. “Bat my eyes at some buff guy and he steps back hoisting me higher” she shrugs.
“Huh?” Tre questions not appreciating her trying him like that.
“He’s kinda tall, dark, handsome, kind of mean looking but I can tell he’s strong” Elle winks saving herself.
“Nice save”
“Preciate it, come on get dressed we can fuck anytime Tre, we can’t always go indoor rock climbing and for massages afterwards. Please its tradition after a dry spell is lifted celebration is in order” Her excitement makes him smile. She’s not ashamed, not playing a game either its just Elle. A fucking ace in the bedroom and a handful any other time.
“Alright, let me eat first”
“How was I last night - I’m way out of practice” Elle asks like its a performance. Once Tre’s started on his brunch.
“No complaints” he shrugs. “I did most of the work”
“Shut up!” Elle laughs tossing a grape at him. “You only took control cause you wouldn’t have lasted otherwise. I know the tricks - three brothers, guy bestie” she smiles. “But I really didn’t like the no touching rule” she adds pouting playfully as he pulls her into a hug. A knock on the door interrupts the moment.
“Hey” Tre’s aunt says once Elle’s opens the door.
“Tre!” Elle calls
“Came to speak to you actually, I’m having dinner at the house, once the storm passes. Tre hasn’t been buy in awhile I was wondering if you two could stop by.” She smiles.
“Well … I’m not Tre’s keeper, you’ll have to ask him. Sorry” Elle apologizes shrugging sincerely.
“If he’s here with you he cares.”
“I’m not looking to exploit that and butt in where I don’t belong” Elles voice lowers when she feels Tre behind her. His aunts expression changes.
“Dinner tonight, I can make your favourite. I’d appreciate you coming” she says before leaving abruptly.
“Thanks” he mutters to Elle having heard her acting in his best interest before closing the door.
“No no, don’t go soft on me now Mr. Asshole” Elle smiles heading back to her champagne and he taps her ass playfully ready for another round.
NEXT CHAPTER: COMING SOON
Authors Note: How’d you guys like Elle and Tre getting to know each other on another level? Also this gif of Tre gives me D’Angelo ‘How does it feel’ tease - which was one of the songs I was listening to when I started writing this. We all know what that was about *winks* lol.
Elle and Tre get some alone time, get to know each other some more and ... smut? Maybe just a little.
Enjoy, xx
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“So” Tre said gripping the wheel and glancing at the GPS. His need for control made him drive - what he hadn’t banked on was his quiet passenger. Women were always trying to be seen and heard around him.
“So?” She repeats glancing up from her phone being difficult per usual and making him smile a little.
“Always an attitude” he comments
“Guess you can say I’m learning” she says getting right back at him.
“You have a smart mouth, you’re a pain in the ass, grieving, your cousin thinks you’re an angel and that I’m an issue? Hows that?” He asks.
“How is it-“
“Come on answer the question, I know you can go back and forth all night” he interrupts making Elle laugh as she looks out the window at the streetlights.
“I’m the last child from my mom, I have three older brothers. My brothers all have the same dad - mom’s ex husband. He hated the idea of a girl ruining his streak. I got good at playing angel because it was the only way I got attention” Elle shrugs honestly. “Are you going to share too or do I get to talk about myself for the next hour?”
“Where was your pops?” Tre asks ignoring her commentary and making Elle smiles.
“Who knows? Didn’t know Kevin, my mom’s ex wasn’t my dad until they had a divorce. He took my brothers - mom had me DNA tested so he couldn’t take me.”
“Any you’ve been a shit starter ever since?” Tre asks.
“No Mr. Therapist, my mom was distraught. I had to be an angel and then I found her a new pogo stick to bounce on so I could live my life” Elle smiles. Her eyes sparkle every time the light hits them.
Tre shook his head - nothing about her outer appearance teased at her being so crass. He’d been with a few girls from Elles world before and they were all the same - victims of their privilege. Some whoa is me tale from lack of attention or affection. Thats what fucking with him was good for - attention. After a few he stopped - they were no fun.
“You ever meet your dad?”
“I have to hear something about you first”
“Ask away” he nods looking at the road in front of him.
Elle smiles looking at the ceiling and milling through her thoughts, “What’s your zodiac sign”
“You believe in that shit?”
“Just answer!” Elle shouts.
“Aquarius” she laughs at his response making him feel self conscious.
“Ok”
“Nahh, whats so funny?” He asks slightly offended.
‘It’s not my turn to answer questions, its yours. Are you a pimp?” Elle asks and its Tre’s turn to laugh. “what’s so funny you have girls, girls, girls, you’re rude to them and they’ll fight for you”
“If I was a pimp you’d be working, not getting a personal escort”
“Excuse me, I don’t know much about that stuff” Elle smiles as Tre’s turns. Silence falls on the car again as memories of his mothers hustles for drugs comes back to him.
“My dad, I met him once. I was the youngest of his kids too and the only girl. He was cool and so were my brothers. It was a long time ago. I barely remember what he looks like but he’s never missed a birthday or Christmas since” Its an olive branch, an attempt to curb the awkwardness. He was uncomfortable all of a sudden and she could feel it. Not the fun kind of discomfort from pushing someone too far - the hurt kind.
“My mom was an addict, streets can be rough for women - I’m no saint but I don’t take advantage of anyone or sell dreams” he explains toughening up.
“Do you have any other family?” Elle whispered looking him over - here she estranged from hers feeling alone because of Jesse’s death when he may very well be.
“No one that matters”
“Whats your type?” Elle asks as her heart races tears bound to fall at any moment. She felt that. No one that matters. Everyone she’d been raised around, that she wanted to be with had chosen her step-fathers side. Kizzy, Dia and her Uncle were all she had left and even they didn’t really know her.
“huh?”
“Your type of girl, we’re headed to a show things got kind of dark I can slide you an assist” she sighs blinking them back.
“I don’t have a type - whats yours?” Tre watches as her body language changes mirroring his moments ago - discomfort.
“Jesse… he always picked guys out for me. It was fun that way, now it isn’t and I don’t know - if I’d had known things would get like this I wouldn’t have asked you to come. Honestly, I’d rather argue” It makes him smile.
“That’a all I’m good for to you”
“Pretty good body guard too - those muscles intimidate effectively”
“Just not you”
“Ehh, usually men who look like you are overcompensating for something, low self esteem and are more dangerous because of that.”
“Not me?”
“Not you, you haven’t flipped out on me yet that’s big dick energy. Reinforced by the fact that you didn’t exploit my drunkenness. I think you’re a good guy and an asshole - people can’t be perfect”
“I don’t like you much” he comments but its not true.
“I’m not interested in being likeable to you sir”
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He watched her, watching people had become something he was adept in. She’d changed in a bars bathroom on the way to the event - looking and smelling like temptation. He couldn’t help but notice the way the satin in her dress brought out the melanin in her skin - even in the dimly lit club. Everyone else took notice as well.
Parties were never really his speed - a recipe for a lot of things to go wrong. He could see Elle was the opposite making quick work of the crowd, getting straight through to the acts and making fast work of them. Every so often she’d elbow a guy for pushing up on her too much or point to Tre watching her intentionally.
“Hey” a woman says snapping him out of his thoughts. The voice is familiar and so is her face.
“Hey” he repeats.
“South beach, last year at that club a few doors down from the Versace Mansion?” She blabs distracting him from his focus. “We could get out of here. We had fun the last time” the woman proposed with no success.
“Excuse me” Tre walks around her looking for Elle only to find her talking to an aggressive bouncer or body guard.
“Babe!” She smiles excitedly hugging him when he gets close enough.
“I was just telling security I can’t go on stage because I’m spoken for” Elle lies leaning her head on Tre’s chest as she puts his arm around her. “He said I was lying” she looks up at Tre who in turn glares at the man with enough disdain to make him turn away.
“Come on”
“Don’t be annoyed, we make a good team” Elle whispers heading to the bar to wet her palette. Just like that everyones phones go off. A storm warning. Grabbing Elles hand is Tre’s notice that the party over. Being out in a flood zone during a hurricane is idiotic.
“Slow down, these are five inch stilettos” Elle groans trying to keep up and free her hand of his all at once.
“We gotta get to a store then a hotel before the storm hits. Traffic will be crazy and its better we’re inside.” He instructs getting in and finding a target.
Elle wanted to say something smart but she withheld watching him instead. He always showed up in times of need. His personality type was protector and she respected that. So instead of stressing him out further she follows the orders helping where she can. Water, gatorade, snacks, everything left on the shelves. It was the smoothest an interaction had ever gone between the two of them. He noticed, noticed that and how she managed to make grocery and essentials shopping sexy.
Heading down the isle he puts gets his essentials, body wash, boxers, toothbrush, toothpaste, condoms, nail clipper, razors, aftershave and a few things to sleep in.
“Two rooms” he said passing his card to the woman at the front desk.
“Two rooms?” The older woman repeats looking between them. His words are a surprise to Elle too.
“We argued all the way here and he snores, between that and the storm I want some peace” Elle adds playing along to lessen the diss.
“And I don’t want all her shit in my bathroom - I want peace” Tre retorts but it only makes the older woman smile.
“A double room is the best I can do, same room two beds, two bathrooms, two doors a kitchen, hows that?” She asks.
“Cool” Tre agrees.
“Would you like to deal with the reservation and send her up with someone to help with the stuff?” She asks.
“She can go up, I’ll handle the stuff” Tre nods giving Elle the okay with the card key and her things.
“Two rooms?” The woman asks after.
“Its not like that Ro” he sighs.
“Why not, you usually don’t discriminate. She’s gorgeous and you’re paying”
“We’re neighbours and I don’t shit where I stay”
“Whatever you say, put that card away. Its on me” she smiles handing him his welcome package. He takes it looking at her and hesitating for a moment. The words are slow to come.
How’s mom?
“She’s still in treatment, doing decent enough, hoping you’ll come see her” Ro responds putting him out of his misery.
“Thanks” he taps the pamphlet on the counter walking away from his aunt and heading to Elle.
…
They’d been in the room for over an hour. Tre hadn’t moved from infant of the TV, tuned into the storm watch. Distance is what he was hoping for. He didn’t remember the last time the smell of women body wash made the entire space smell like it. He didn’t remember how long it took for women to shower, rather he didn’t know. He liked his space and never liked sharing. He didn’t expect Elle to look even better to him in a neglige without make up and a robe off the shoulder.
“So you know the front desk woman?” Elle asks just as perceptive.
“My aunt” he nods looking back at the tv.
“You know I thought you were crazy before but now I’m sure of it, this storm could be bad, could be stuck here awhile and you want two rooms and to stare at a tv” Elle reasons sitting beside him. The tension is thick.
Why am I holding back?
He couldn’t quite call it.
“I won’t beg, but I’ll stop using your washer machine. Don’t worry I won’t fall in love or stalk you or anything crazy. It’ll just be sex” Elle reasoned shocking him with her approach. Usually when woman propositioned him he knew they were lying about not catching feelings.
“What about the other girls?”
Elle smiles resting her hand on her fist as her elbow is propped on the couch to get a better view of Tre.
“I’m not insecure or sure it’ll even be that good” she teases turning up the temperature between them. “I’m no angel Tre, I just look like one” she says straddling his lap determined to get what she wants.
He takes a breath as she leans forward to get comfortable before putting a hand on his chest, leaning to his ear. “Come on, I know you want me on my knees. Tits bouncing as you fuck my mouth, or me from behind.” She whispers grinding slowly on his lap and giving his ear a little nip.
He looks up at her as she pulls away sitting on him upright like she wasn’t just being a fucking slut. Her hard nipples telling in her.
“On your knees” he demands. For once she’s obedient climbing off of him to get between his legs.
“You promised more eye candy” same tone it makes Elle hot as she removes the straps of her neglige letting the fabric fall to her hips. He didn’t make a move to touch her sitting there stoically waiting for her next move.
“I’m going to have fun tonight” Elle winks rubbing him through his jeans - determined to shatter his ‘so what’ persona by any means.
NEXT CHAPTER
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter of the series. How are we feeling about it? Talk to me !
