08: hypocritical

Eliana’s POV

“I will get someone to drop you off.” Mr. Scott said, walking away from me. I had come to him, straight from the party. It began to rain the minute I got into the Uber— something I could use to my own advantage.

Despite my advances, he still pushed me away. The heart was breaking, the alcohol didn’t help with that. He’d even advised me to find someone else after I confessed my love to him. How could he?

“I’m not leaving, I’ll stay here. You wouldn’t want me getting sick, would you?” I said, dramatically. If my love was not even for him, then I'll use his affection for me against him. I know he cares for me, he always has. Sadly, as a man cares for his niece.

“You’re welcome to stay in the guest bedroom. Follow me.” I didn’t have to be told twice. On shaky legs, I walked over to him and he led me to the guest room. I tripped on my way inside the room— a good thing. Mr. Scott caught me in his arms, leading me to the bed like fragile glassware..

Feigning sleep, I began to feel sleepy. Not now, not when I’ve been given an opportunity to get what I want. I held him back when he was about to leave. “stay…”

I smiled inwardly when he sat beside me. He didn’t just stay, he watched, touched, caressed. What happened to him being against this? What happened to all the fighting? Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and jumped off the bed. It took every atom of my being to keep myself blowing up the pretense I’d already started.

I don’t know how it happened but his face was right above mine when I opened my eyes, an invitation I could not resist. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him down on me. He kissed me like a starved man devours food. All walls of discipline and his objection towards us crumbled— that’s what I thought. Our tongues battle for control. Each thrust of his tongue into my mouth was a promise of something more, something I couldn’t wait for.

I kept myself as quiet as possible, letting nothing else but my moans slip. I didn’t want to ruin this by reminding him who exactly he was kissing, caressing and fondling. Scott’s hand roamed over my body, my hips and ass, squeezing, caressing and then doing the same to my breasts. Call me crazy but I had taken off my underwear in the Uber.

“You’re so beautiful, so soft.” He murmured against my breasts. Nipping at my nipples as he licked and suckled. His hand moved between my legs, to my heat and massaged my clitoris, making a low throaty moan escape me.

“Please…please.” I had no idea what I was begging for. Actually, I do. I wanted that huge cock of his inside me, slamming hard, just the way I like it until he spills inside me. I was already on birth control.

“I shouldn’t—” I cut him off with a kiss, massaging his dick through his pants, knowing it’ll drive crazy and hoping it would be enough to make him fuck me senseless. He returned his hand to my clit, rubbing in a circular motion with his thumb and then slipped his fingers into my pussy —finally!

“Ahhh! Yes!” I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t only get to kiss my crush, I also got him to fuck me— finger fuck me.

I came so hard, everywhere seemed blurry. I reached out for him, grabbed his cock gently and stroked him. “Good girl. That feels good, Eliana.” Mr. Scott praised. That motivated me to do more. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, sucking as I stroked. My first blowjob, I could only wish he'd enjoy it.

The moans and grunts from him proved I was doing it right. “God! Eli, who taught you that?” He asked as he pulled away. I was both sad and happy. Sad he’d pulled away and happy I had surprised him with my skill.

My happiness returned when he made me lie on my back as he hovered over me, spreading my legs, ready to penetrate.

This is even going better than I had expected.

Scott’s POV

How could a person be so perfect, so divine? Everything about Eliana is perfect. She’s the definition of perfection.

The moment she took my cock in her mouth, I saw heaven. Such pleasure from such beautiful lips. I had to stop her, if she continued I would have spilled in her mouth in seconds— not a good start for a man known for my sexual prowess. “Who taught you that?” I asked, letting my surprise show.

I gently laid her on her back, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed that pussy, it was right in front of me, bare and glistening with arousal.

I positioned myself between her legs, ready to claim the pussy that had driven crazy for days. The forbidden cunt I wanted but knew I shouldn’t have. There were two options, take what you need and leave the consequences for later.

I just couldn’t do it. “Don’t lead me on just to leave hanging. Finish what you’ve started.” Eliana said as she got off the bed with me.

“I’m sorry, I can’t i—”

“You can! You’re just a coward. Turning me on, leading me on just to change your mind at the last minute?” Her voice shook with anger. She had every right to be angry at me, even I was angry at myself.

“Eliana…” I honestly didn’t know what to say to her. Another ‘I’m sorry’ or another lecture on why we couldn’t fuck? At this point I’m just a hypocrite. I preach how wrong this is only to turn back and do the opposite. At least she was real enough to accept this but I was hypocritical.

“Save it! You know what, maybe I’ll take your advice. I’ll find someone else —someone around my age, someone who would fuck me good and not leave me hanging.”

Why did her words tear at me? Why did I get angry and jealous of the boy or man she hadn’t even gotten yet? I was the one who had advised her to get a man and now I’m pained she wants to do just that?

“Good, it’s for the best.” I encouraged her decision even as it pained me. My chest tightened up, I couldn't explain why. I had to leave the room. Staring at her sexy naked body wasn’t helping matters.

“Now, leave the room. I would like to get some sleep.” She ordered, turning around and walking over to the bed. Her beautifully curved hips and ass swayed as she moved. My cock grew even harder, a cold shower might not fix this.

I left as she had instructed. I got to my room and laid on my bed, took my cock in hand and stroked. My mind wandered off, thinking of Eliana’s beautiful body, that tight pussy. I couldn’t help but imagine my palm was her pussy clenching my dick. My strokes were fast, racing— chasing release until I spilled my cum in my hand.