For the longest time, Elliot didn’t move; his eyes remained locked on my naked body, traversing my hips and breasts and already-dripping pussy. The glow from the TV flickered across his face, but I could tell he wasn’t watching the game anymore. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, but no words came out. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his frustration, his desire…

I leaned back slightly, resting my arms on the table behind me, my breasts rising and falling with each steady breath. “What’s wrong?” I asked, tilting my head. “I thought your game was important…”

His chest rose and fell heavily, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to compose himself. “Sarah…” he began, but his voice was low and strained, almost a growl.

I smirked, rolling my shoulders to let my breasts sway ever so slightly. “I told you, just play. Pretend I’m not even here. Pretend you’re not thinking about fucking me right now…”

That was all it took.

Elliot moved so fast I barely had time to react. One moment he was frozen in place, the next he was standing in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me off the table. I let out a surprised gasp as he spun me around and bent me over the couch, my chest pressing into the cushions.

“Elliot—” I started, but my words caught in my throat as he grabbed my ass, his hands rougher than I’d ever expected. There was nothing hesitant or shy about the way he touched me now. All the nervousness, all the restraint he’d been holding onto, was gone.

“You think this is funny?” he said, his voice suddenly so unlike the soft-spoken Elliot I knew. “Driving me crazy like that?”

I shivered at his tone, his hands running over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I wasn’t—” I started to protest, but the words dissolved into a moan as his fingers trailed lower, brushing against my pussy for the first time.

“You weren’t?” he said, his voice laced with mockery. He spread my legs wider, his hands firm but not cruel, and I felt the hardness of him pressing against me. My body reacted instinctively, arching into him, but he held me still, making me wait.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, taking control of my body…” he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. “Let’s see how much you like it.”

Before I could process his words, he thrust into me, hard and fast, filling me completely. I cried out, gripping the edge of the couch as he set a relentless pace. There was no hesitation, no gentle buildup—just pure, fast, hard, fucking.

“Elliot!” I gasped, my voice breaking as he drove into me again and again. He was rougher than I’d expected, his movements almost frantic, but I didn’t care. If anything, I loved it—the way he was finally letting go, finally giving in.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his voice low and strained. “You wanted me to lose control?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my fingers digging into the couch as he slammed into me. “God, yes.”

He let out a low, guttural sound, his hands sliding up my sides to grab my breasts. His fingers were rough, pinching and kneading, and the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core. My moans grew louder, each one punctuated by the slap of his hips against mine.

I could feel him everywhere—his cock stretching me, his hands roaming my body, his breath hot against my skin. It was overwhelming in the best way, and I found myself giving in completely, letting him take what he needed.

I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face. His expression was intense, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched as he pounded into me.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. If anything, he went harder, his grip tightening, his cock twitching as he fucked me. I felt the tension building up inside me. My moans turned into cries, each one louder than the last. I wondered about his neighbours. I wondered if his gaming mic was on mute. I wondered if I gave a fuck.

“Elliot,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I’m—oh, God—”

I didn’t even get to finish my sentence, my pussy convulsing as I came all over his cock, my body shaking, my breath ragged, my ass backing up into him further, trying to take him deeper, trying to milk every last drop from his cock. I felt his cum pulsing into me again and again and he filled me up with it, until each thrust drove it out of me again, dribbling down my legs.

For a moment, we stayed like that, both of us panting and spent. His hands softened, his grip on my hips turning into a gentle caress as he pulled me up against him. I leaned back into his chest, letting him hold me, my legs still trembling.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice soft again, the Elliot I knew returning.

I smiled, turning my head, my hair stuck to my head with sweat. “Better than okay.” I said. “But what about your game?”

Elliot's eyes went wide, and I realised that for just a few brief minutes he had forgotten about it. I smiled, watching him scramble to get back to his clan.