Fake Maid by Cassie Mint

Eight

Billie

“Why here?” I trip over the threshold to the pool house, the humid air kissing my cheeks. I can feel Eli prowling behind me, hot and strong and determined at my back, and it sends shivers skating down my spine.

He flicks a switch, lighting the pool up from inside and casting a gentle glow through the room.

“Unfinished business,” he mutters, and tugs my jacket off my shoulders. He’s pushy but patient, working the sleeve over my cast with infinite care. And once my jacket is tossed over a lounger, he pulls my top off next, his hungry gaze roving over my bare skin.

“Catch up.” I bat at his shoulder, and he tugs his shirt off, grinning. He’s sculpted and strong, covered in the kind of muscles that only come from real hard work out in the world and not from a gym. Pale scars cover his skin, and both fresh and old bruises.

I twist and show him the scrape on my lower back from surfing last week.

“Snap. This is from wiping out near the rocks.”

He frowns, concerned, fingers ghosting over the marks, but he doesn’t demand that I never surf again. No; he crowds closer, nibbling over my collarbone.

“Take me with you next time.”

“Okay,” I gasp. His mouth is scorching hot, his hands roaming over my bare skin, and the scrape of his teeth make me jump like I’ve been electrified. “If you take me climbing.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating across my throat.

“We’ll have to get rid of these damn casts first.”

I don’t care. It’s a future plan. With that, and the surfing, and Eli telling the driver, take us home…

Hope swells like a bubble in my chest.

This is really happening.

“Eli.” He drops to his knees in front of me, working my button open and dragging my shorts down my legs. I kick off my sandals and step out of them, tugging at his shoulder. “Eli.”

“Hmm?”

“The windows. People might see.”

The pool house walls are basically glass, and with the light fading in the grounds, we must be lit up in here like a TV. Anyone could glance over from the gardens, or from a neighboring house, and see me standing here in my bra and panties with Eli on his knees.

Goosebumps ripple over my skin, and my breasts grow heavy and aching.

Huh. Guess I don’t mind.

Eli nips at my hip bone, sucking a bruise onto the pale skin. He catches my eye and smirks as I unhook my bra and let it drop.

“Since when are models shy, baby?”

I bite my lip. My breasts are warm when I cup them, squeezing and pinching my nipples.

“You’re right. We’re not.”

The knowledge that someone might see us makes my pussy throb. I widen my legs as Eli drags my panties down.

Maybe I want people to see us. To know that he’s mine. To watch me ride his face, my head tipped back in pleasure.

So I don’t hold back. When his fingers slide over my slick folds, brushing at my clit, I moan and buck my hips. I moan loud enough that it echoes around the pool house, and when Eli slings one of my legs over his shoulders, I rub myself on his tongue. He works me until I’m wound tight as a corkscrew, and only then does he push to his feet and unbutton his jeans.

“You gonna take my cock, baby?” His gaze is dark. Glittering. I nod, reaching for him with trembling hands. He laughs, the sound almost cruel, and god, I love that too. I follow him like a dazed puppy when he strides naked to the pool.

He doesn’t get in. He sits on the side, legs dangling into the water. And when he pats his lap like I’m his little pet, I can’t scramble fast enough onto his strong thighs.

“Fuck. Billie. I knew you’d be a needy little thing.”

“Uh-huh.” I grip his cock between us. I want to tease him, rub the head against my pussy until he’s wound tight too, but he’s done too good of a job. If I don’t get him inside me, I’ll explode.

I notch him at my entrance and sink down, wincing at the stretch. I get the first inch of him inside. The second. The third.

“Breathe, baby.” He rubs his uninjured palm over my back, and I melt under his touch, sinking another inch lower. “Rock your pretty little hips.”

I do as he says, rocking back and forth, and the slick slide of him in and out makes me whimper. Winding my arms around his neck, I press my face against Eli’s throat and push down lower, lower, lower.

“You don’t have to take it all, baby,” he grits out.

I hiss out a breath. “Yes I do.” But it’s such a stretch, such a full feeling, and it’s like he’s everywhere. I’m glad my face is hidden. I bet my eyes are practically crossed.

The sudden crack of his palm against my ass makes me jerk, and heat floods my pussy. I moan and sink down easily, taking the final inch.

“I knew it.” I can hear his grin above me. “I fucking knew you’d like that, sweet girl.”

I’m not sweet, not really, and I set out to show him, rolling my hips and feeling every inch of his cock inside me. He’s touching me everywhere, the ridges of him thick against my walls, and I moan as I roll my hips harder.

God. This is it. This is what all the fuss was about. My ass slams down against Eli’s thighs as I bounce on his cock. I catch a glimpse of our reflections in the dark glass over his shoulder, and I look freaking wild. Flushed cheeks; hair falling out of my braid. Desperate and frantic, working myself on his lap. The sight makes my pussy clench and Eli moans, spanking my ass again, then grabs my hips and thrusts up into me.

I love it. Every bruising grip of his fingers, every crack of his palm against my ass. He’s rough with me and treasures me all in the same go, and it makes me warm; loose-limbed and pliant. I tip my head back, gasping as he kisses down my throat before latching his hot mouth onto my nipple.

Something tugs in my pussy, a direct line from my breast, and I clamp down on his length, working my hips so fast they almost blur.

“Eli. Eli.”

“Do it. Come for me, baby.”

I fall apart with a wrenching cry. I’ve never come like this before—like my insides are rearranging. Like my body is turning inside out. It goes on and on, my cry trailing off until I’m breathing through gritted teeth, and still I’m coming.

“Fuck!” Eli bites down on my shoulder, cock swelling even bigger, hot liquid spilling inside me. A huge ripple spreads through my core, seizing my muscles, then finally I slump in his arms, sticky and sated.

Our breaths are loud. Ragged. They bounce off the pool house walls. I shake my head against Eli’s throat and he chuckles.

“I’m done. Dead. Bury me in the garden.”

His hand strokes down my hair.

“If you think I’m ever letting you go again, you’re out of your mind. You live here now, alright? You sleep in my bed. You eat my food. You take my cock. Billie Blue Walsh, you are mine.”

My arms wind tighter around his neck. Maybe it’s crazy, but the thing is, I know it’s my choice. Eli would never actually force me to do something I didn’t want to do. And do I want to be his?

Hell yes. More than anything.

“I’m going to need a map,” I mumble. “This house is freaking huge.”

His laugh bounces off the walls. I burrow closer in his arms.

I’m his.

And he’s mine.