Page 36 of Vicious Titan

“But mine will be better.”

“Keep dreaming,” I tease.

Elliot reaches a hand over, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear while leaning towards me again, stopping just before his lips reach mine. “Challenge accepted.”

He is the challenge, but I’ll go with it. We spend the next two hours watching as our paintings shape into something that looks similar to what we were aiming for.

As we stand from the chairs to leave, Elliot peers at my painting. “Fine, you win.”

“No surprise there. What’s my prize?”

“Me.”

“Hm. Overrated.”

His arrogance is intact—and rightly so—as he says, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I hear that whimper tonight.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as I get a clear, vivid image of exactly what he does to elicit that whimper. Even when I win, he wins, and I’m okay with that.

A short time later, we are back in his car, heading to the next destination with our seahorse paintings in tow. He pulls into the familiar parking lot of Pizza Roads, my absolute favorite place.

Looking to the brick building, as he says, “I booked a reservation at that Brazilian steak house, but it just didn’t feel right. We can go there if you’d prefer though.”

“No. This is perfect.” I lean across the center console to kiss him as he threads his fingers through my hair, devouring my mouth with his. His hands drop to my waist and he hauls me onto his lap, straddling him. Rocking against him, I feel his hard cock pressed against me, fueling my desire.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to get you back in my bed.”

“Then don’t.” I reach down to unbutton his pants, hastily pushing his boxers down. Gripping his dick in my hand, I stroke him as he groans.

He fumbles with the seat, reclining it a bit. His palms caress up my thighs, sliding under my dress. Pushing my thong aside, his fingers slip inside me as he groans. “Damn you’re so wet.”

He attempts to pull the scrap of fabric down as I squirm against him. Suddenly, he jerks his hands and the thin lace tears, giving way from my skin. “I’ll replace those later.”

A lustful moan leaves my lips as I reach down between us to guide him inside me. His mouth falls to my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. My fingers grip his shoulders, hips rotating forward as I ride him. His hands grab my ass, pulling me to him as he lifts, ramming against me each time I grind against him. Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing mercilessly, easily pulling an orgasm from me. My body tenses as his hand moves back to my ass, his cock pumping into me until he goes still. Groaning, his forehead falls forward, resting against my chest. My heart races as I remain on him, not wanting to break our connection.

He leans back, his palms cup my face, and his thumbs stroke over my cheeks. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Tenderly kissing me, we remain there for a few minutes until he shifts to the side, glancing around the parking lot. The thought that someone could catch us crossed my mind a few times. Though it almost added more excitement to the moment, I was glad no one did. He situates my skirt around me, pulling it down to make sure I’m covered as he pulls out of me. I move off of him even though I’m not ready. He quickly buttons his pants before hopping out of the car and making his way to my door.

Grasping my hand in his, I step out, and he shuts the door, then leads me across the parking lot. As we approach the entrance, he guides me inside, his firm hand on the small of my back. The quaint restaurant is packed, and a few eyes look our way before returning to their meals without paying us much mind.

A familiar waiter waves us over, motioning to a booth in the back of the room. Elliot leads me that way, and the pink peony on the table, which matches the one he gave me when he arrived at my house, catches my attention immediately. The gesture is small but meaningful and almost overwhelming. I still have an unsettling voice telling me this could slip away at any moment.

“I’ll be right back.” I hurry to the bathroom, quickly cleaning up. I shake my head at the fact that I don’t have any damn underwear on thanks to Elliot, and I don’t mind one bit after that experience. I didn’t want a stuffy, uncomfortable dinner with awkwardness, but this is so comfortable it’s scary.

I quickly make my way back to the booth, sliding onto the seat opposite from Elliot. He reaches across the table, placing his hand over mine, and every hesitation I have leaves my mind.

“This really is perfect. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” A proud smile spreads across his face.

We fall into comfortable conversation as we wait for our pizza to arrive, enjoying the evening. A few of our classmates walk in, but neither of us pay much attention. The night is going perfect as we finish eating and return to his car. As he starts the engine, he glances over to me.

“Your house or mine?”

“Yours.” There’s no one there and I’m not ready to return to mine where I have to face my father who looked less than pleased when we’d left.