I yawned, sprawling lazily across the couch, my phone in hand as I mindlessly scrolled through endless videos and posts. Lazy days like this were becoming a regular thing, the kind of slow, uneventful routine that creeps up on you.
My thumb flicked across the screen, landing on a clip of a girl fumbling with a bag of groceries, cans and boxes spilling everywhere on the sidewalk. The sight jogged something in my brain.
"Fuck, we've gotta get groceries..." I muttered, my voice muffled against Elara's warm arm. I was half-draped over her, using her as a makeshift pillow.
Across the room, Bella sat at the kitchen table, munching on the leftover pancakes I'd whipped up earlier. The faint sound of some random video game stream blared from her phone, the over-the-top commentary filling the quiet space.
Elara, nestled beside me on the couch, was scrolling through her own feed. I caught a glimpse of a massive, sprawling mansion on her screen—white pillars, glass walls, the kind of place that screamed money.
I didn't think much of it, too comfortable and lethargic to care. She must've sensed my restlessness, though, because she set her phone down on the armrest with a soft clack and turned her attention to me.
"We can go later..." she said, her voice low and soothing. Her hand slid up my back, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles through my thin shirt, the warmth of her touch grounding me.
I shifted slightly, feeling a familiar heat stir in me. My face flushed as I pressed closer to her, my words barely a whisper. "Can you... suck it?" I grumbled, half-embarrassed, my voice cracking with a mix of need and awkwardness.
Elara let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her lips curling into a smirk. Without hesitation, she slid off the couch, dropping to her knees on the plush rug in front of me.
The movement was smooth, almost practiced, and her eyes locked onto mine with a playful glint. "You asking that? It's always gonna be a yes from me," she teased, her voice dripping with confidence.
Her hands moved to the waistband of the loose pajama pants I'd thrown on earlier, tugging them down with a slow, deliberate pull.
The cool air hit my skin as she revealed the underwear beneath—black, lacy, the pair she'd personally picked out for me weeks ago. Her fingers lingered at the edge of the fabric, her smirk widening as she took in the sight.
Elara's warm breath ghosted over my skin as she whispered, "I never get tired of seeing it..." Her voice was low, almost reverent, as she eyed my soft, limp cock.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at my sack, teasing and slow. The sensation sent a jolt through me, and within moments, I was rock hard, aching with need.
Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, firm but gentle, while her other hand played with my balls, twisting and tickling in a way that made my breath hitch.
My toes curled involuntarily as she dragged the tip of my cock against her lips, her tongue flicking at my urethra with deliberate, maddening teasing.
I couldn't hold back the whine that slipped out. "Please, Elara, I need it badly," I begged, my hips bucking toward her instinctively.
She smirked up at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Patience, baby," she murmured, stroking me a few times before finally taking me into her mouth.
Her lips closed around me, warm and wet, and she moved with a hungry passion that made my head spin. God, I'd been craving this for so long—her mouth working me like she knew every inch of me.
"You're so fucking good at eating dick," I gasped, my fingers threading through her soft hair, brushing it back from her face so I could watch her.
She hummed around me in response, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine as she took me deeper.
I moaned, loud and unrestrained, my hands wandering up to my chest. I started playing with my nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers, losing myself completely in the pleasure.
It was pure heaven—my vision blurred, drool trickling from the corner of my mouth, my eyes rolling back as waves of ecstasy washed over me.
My toes curled tight again, my body tensing as I felt myself building toward the edge. Then, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.
I groaned in frustration, the sound raw and irritated. Elara pulled off me with a wet pop, her expression mirroring my annoyance. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glaring toward the door.
"Bella, can you get it?" she called out, her voice edged with irritation. I heard the scrape of a chair against the floor as Bella stood up from the table, her footsteps trudging toward the door. She cracked it open, and after a brief pause, her voice came through. "It's for you, Bella."
I groaned again, louder this time, yanking my pajama pants back up over my still-hard cock with a grimace. Elara stood up beside me, smoothing her hair as we exchanged a look of mutual frustration.
Together, we made our way toward the door to see what the hell was going on. Standing there, in her crisp uniform, was the cop lady from before—the one we'd dealt with a while back. My brow furrowed. What the fuck was she doing here?
"Payment." she declared flatly.
Elara didn't hesitate—she walked over to the small duffel bag sitting by door. I hadn't paid much attention to it before; I'd assumed it was Bella's gym stuff or something harmless. But the way Elara lifted it... that wasn't a gym bag. That was heavy. Intentional.
She set it down in front of the cop lady with a quiet thud.
The woman didn't even check inside. She just gripped the straps like she'd been waiting for this exact weight in her hands.
Her eyes flicked up at us once—cold, business-only—then she turned and walked out without a single word of gratitude.
SLAM.
Elara turned back to me after slamming the door, the sharp bang echoing through the house. I glanced over at Bella, still hunched over her plate of pancakes, completely oblivious to everything around her, lost in her own little world. My attention snapped back to Elara as a familiar heat stirred in me again.
"Can we continue?" I asked, my voice low and eager, a hint of desperation creeping in. My hands slid up under my shirt, pulling the fabric up to expose my chest, my hardened nipples on display.
I wanted her to crave me as much as I craved her right now, my body practically begging for her touch.
"Of course, darling..." Elara replied, her tone dripping with promise. In one swift motion, she scooped me up into her arms, her strength making me feel weightless as she carried me toward our bedroom.
Her grip was firm, possessive, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'm gonna be in heaven..." I muttered under my breath, already feeling like I was halfway there. My head rested against her shoulder, the anticipation building with every step she took down the hallway.
She pushed the bedroom door open with her hip and laid me down on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. Her eyes roamed over me, hungry and intense, as she climbed over me, straddling my hips.
"You've got no idea how bad I want you right now," she growled, her hands sliding under my shirt to drag it up further, her thumbs brushing over my nipples.
"Fuck, Elara, don't tease me," I groaned, arching into her touch. My hands reached for her, tugging at her top. "I need you. Now."
She smirked, leaning down to nip at my collarbone. "Oh, I'm gonna take my time with you," she whispered against my skin, her hot breath making me squirm.
Her mouth trailed lower, lips closing around one of my nipples, sucking hard while her hand worked on getting my pajama pants off again. "Tell me how much you want it."
"Goddamn it, I want it so fucking bad," I whined, my hips bucking up against her. "Please, just—fuck me up, Elara. I can't wait anymore."
Her chuckle was dark and teasing as she tugged my pants down, freeing me once more. "That's my boy," she murmured, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking slow and deliberate.
"I'm gonna make you scream when I'm done with you." Her mouth moved back to mine, kissing me hard, her tongue pushing in as she kept working me with her hand. Every touch, every word, was driving me closer to the edge already.
"Please, I need it..." I whimpered, feeling the tip of my cock brush against her slick entrance. The heat of her was maddening, and I was so fucking desperate I thought I might explode right then and there.
"Please..." I begged again, my voice cracking as tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, the raw need clawing at me.
Without warning, Elara sank down onto me, her tight cunt enveloping my cock in one swift, overwhelming motion. I moaned loud, a guttural sound ripping from my throat as she didn't hold back.
Her thrusts were feral, animalistic, her hips slamming against mine with a brutal rhythm that had me teetering on the edge already.
"Fuck, this dick is so good, Noah... FUCK!" she yelled, her hand clamping around my neck, fingers digging into my skin. More drool pooled in my mouth, spilling out as I struggled to keep up with the intensity, my body trembling under her.
"Fuck... me..." I gasped, barely able to form words. I was seconds from shattering completely, my mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of her riding me.
"You're a good little bitch for me, aren't you, Noah? Take it... who's your mommy? Tell me, bitch!" she growled, each word punctuated by a fierce thrust, her pace relentless.
"You, mommy... you're my... mommy," I choked out, my hands gripping hers around my neck. I could feel the pressure, the marks she was leaving on my skin, and fuck, I loved every second of it.
"Give me that fucking cum... SHIT!" she demanded, her voice raw as her body tensed. She came hard, her cum splashing over me, some of it hitting the tattoo of her name inked on my lower abdomen.
The heat and tightness of her insides pulled me in deeper, squeezing me like a vice, forcing me over the edge.
I moaned so loud it felt like the damn earth shook beneath us, my cock pulsing as I shot my load deep inside her, every muscle in my body locking up with the intensity of it.
My vision blurred, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, completely spent and wrecked under her weight.
"Fuck, Elara..." I panted, my voice hoarse, my hands still trembling as they fell to my sides. "You're gonna kill me one of these days."
She smirked down at me, her grip on my neck loosening as she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. "Good way to go, though, isn't it, baby boy?" She nipped at my earlobe, her hips giving a slow, teasing roll that made me twitch inside her. "You're mine, Noah. Don't forget it."
"Never," I mumbled, still dazed, my body buzzing with the aftershocks. "I'm all yours, mommy."