C8 Chapter 8

Eliana

I spread my folds, rubbing my fingers in between the wet, soft skin. I imagined Nicholas's fingers sweeping my moisture from down, moving upwards in slow, precise movements. Heat spread from my core, enveloping my entire body. I took my time spreading my juices, making my clitoral area slimier for much easier and sweeter rubbing. I knew I had 20 minutes to finish up, freshen up, and go downstairs.

"Oh fuck." I threw my head back, stroking three fingers on my slit. Goddess, it felt so good and satisfying as I gave myself what Nicholas refused to give me.

"Yes, yes," I chanted, adding more pressure as I moved my digits up and down. My other hand found its way up my stomach, under my crop top, and cupped my breast. My eyes closed, letting the pleasure consume me. I pictured Nicholas leaning on the door, enjoying the scene.

I imagined his hand venturing down to his crotch, stroking himself over his trousers. I lifted my hips, spreading my legs as far as the trousers around my knees could let me. I couldn't believe I was actually giving my body what it wanted.

"Oh god." I circled my fingers faster on the hood, making pleasure shoot up my spine. I imagined Nicholas whispering huskily as he stroked himself.

"So good," I whispered to myself, feeling my knees begin to tremble. I was on the verge of plunging my fingers deep inside when the door creaked, making me snap my eyes open. I was met with the sight of the man I was fantasising about staring right into my wide eyes.

He stood in the doorway, hands pocketed in his slacks. Time seemed to stop between us as my mind chose that moment to pause and go blank. When his eyes lowered to my chest, then my front, only then did my mind resume functioning. I withdrew my hands, bent down, and attempted to pull up my trousers as fast as I could.

"Don't stop on my account." His voice was raspy, just as I had imagined it. He took a step inside slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I finally dropped them, mortified at what he had just caught me doing.

"Please go on." He indicated with a spread of his palm before he pushed the door and locked it in its place. Having him there messed up my sober mind completely.

"Nicholas." His name came out as a breathy whisper from my parted lips. I was trapped inside my own bedroom with a man I so much desired. My nipples ached to be touched at that moment, pressing on the inside of my top. The ache in my pussy worsened as he took slow, calculated steps towards me.

"Eliana," he breathed, shifting his eyes further to the spot between my legs, now covered by my unbuttoned jeans. I didn't move a step from where I stood, caught red-handed in my own fantasies. I raked my mind for an excuse, for any lie to make him leave my room. The proximity between us was dangerous, and my body seemed to prove just how much it wanted attention.

"You're making it hard for me." He finally stood in front of me. He wasn't shy about raking his eyes up and down my trembling form. Then he locked his hand around my right wrist and lifted it up between us. He was much taller than me, and my head only reached around his broad chest. I watched as he bent, sniffing my fingers that had just been on my wet cleft.

"Intoxicating." He closed his eyes briefly, sniffing loudly. My whole body was assaulted by giddiness at his appreciation. I attempted to pull my hand off his grip, but he didn't loosen his hold.

"Push down the trousers." It was an order that I executed without even trying to say no.

"Spread your legs," he added, sweeping his tongue over his upper lips. I bit down on a moan at the blatant display of desire and temptation. Slowly, he guided my hand between my legs, then placed my hand over my sex, making me cup it.

"What are you doing?" I breathed out.

"Helping you finish what you started." He pressed his hand on mine, making me add pressure to my already pulsating bundle of nerves.

"Nicholas," I called out again, a hint of hesitation in my voice.

"Do it for me; touch yourself for me, Ellie." He let go of my hand and moved to stand behind me.

"I don't bite," he whispered right behind my ear, his voice making my hand move in its own accord. I resumed circling the desire to cum, skyrocketing more than before.

"Nicholas," I moaned, rotating my hips in time with my fingers as I circled them.

"That's it, Ellie," he praised, moving my hair from my front, over my shoulder, and to my back, letting it flow.

"I can feel your shallow, fast breaths; are you close?" he asked, making me snap my hips forward.

"Yes." I bit my lower lip.

"I want you to pinch your clit for me." I did as asked, a scream passing between my lips. The pleasure intensified, making my entire body shiver. I couldn't believe that Nicholas was in my bedroom, watching me as I touched myself. I could not believe I had the courage to do that in his presence. A man I barely knew, evidently older than me and soon to be my step-uncle.

"Is everything okay?" A knock sounded at the door, followed by my mother's voice. I stilled, while Nicholas shushed me. I was glad he had locked the door because, knowing my mother, she would have just pushed it open.

"I know you're in there, Ellie; please come down. Even if you don't want to, at least do it for the sake of our guests." I heard her footsteps ebbing away after some time, making me release my breath.

"She doesn't know you're here?" I whisper-yelled at Nicholas, turning to look at him.

"She sent me to fetch you. I guess since the door was locked, she assumed you didn't let me in," Nicholas replied, heading for the door.

"I will come up with an excuse, come down in ten, for me, please." He unlocked the door and left me in a worse place than I was before he came in. With a sigh, I put on a short and a simple sweatshirt, then went down.

We ate in silence, ignoring the looks my mother was sending my way. I sat on the opposite side from where Nicholas sat, choosing to keep my sanity. I knew sitting beside him would worsen things for me. "Robert and I have something to tell you two," My mother began.

I busied myself with taking a bite of the well-cooked spaghetti and meatballs. Every spice was well balanced, and the taste of the food exploded in my taste buds. Nicholas was really a great cook, and I couldn't help but imagine what else he was great at.

"Are you listening?" my mother asked again, making me nod rigidly.

"Nora and I decided to postpone the wedding to give you time to come to terms with it." I lifted my eyes from my plate, dropped the fork, and stared at both of them.

I humorously chuckled as I watched my mother smile as if she had done the best thing in the world. "I don't care about your damn wedding anymore, mother. You can do whatever you please; after all, it is your life, isn't it?" I used the same words she had used on me, satisfied when her smile fell.

Nicholas sat quietly, observing me. "Ellie I thought you'd be happy with the news." My mother looked at me in disbelief.

"Oh I am happy; as long as you'll move in with him in his own house and leave this house to me, I have no objection. I will not live with you, and I certainly will not allow you to tarnish this house. My father's house." With that, I stood, carrying the plate with me because the food was damn too sweet to waste it.

As I exited through the backdoor to have a moment in the backyard, I caught Nicholas's voice saying he was coming to talk to me. Sure enough, he followed me, making me rethink my decision about leaving the table.