life in a glass house

It was a little stupid that Isabella shivered at the double entendre, but she did. She was fairly familiar with the way he had tasted her and she couldn’t help the subtle squeeze of her thighs at the idea of it again. “Yes, but…I’ve earned the right to just lay here with this blanket,” she commented, letting the blanket drape over her legs. 

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Even if Isabella tried to not let it show, he caught her small shiver she did at just his double meaning of his words, he loved to be able to have such a power over her like this. They were far too clothed right now, if he was being honest all Elijah wanted to do was spend the rest of their day in bed, completely getting lost on her, but that could be left for later. 

“Because I need something to cleanse my palate,” she responded with a wicked smile. “Besides, I enjoy starting over from scratch every now and again. Don’t you?” From how she sat, the shirt rode up her body to expose more of her thighs. It did extremely little to shield her from his gaze, but she found herself becoming more confident.  “And also, wouldn’t you want me nice and not tired? I somehow get the feeling you’ll want to do this again. If I’m up and moving around, I might get a little too tired to work you up again.”

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Oh how she was playing with him now. Isabella was wicked, he always knew that, but he was experiencing it first hand this time. “I don’t mind, I like the taste,” he shrugged, giving her a once over again, letting his eyes linger a little too long by her thighs, or more specifically, to what was between said thighs. He licked his lips just to put some emphasis to his words, just in case.

“I’ll still mess with you and it’s up to you to decide which is which,” she informed him as she crossed her legs together. At some point, Isabella needed to find out what he did to make his stuff feel so soft. First was the blanket, now was the T-shirt. It smelled clean, much like him. It was a scent she hadn’t realized she enjoyed. 

“I will be borrowing some mouthwash because it’s likely a good idea. I will also be enjoying being able to sit and I’ll make the great sacrifice of being a sufficient view.” It was a bold statement coming from her and she found herself a little surprised for saying it. “I mean, men enjoy the view of a woman in something oversize, right?”

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It felt like each round went a little faster, became more practiced. The two of them could easily become experts in the other by the end of this. Isabella returned the kiss Elijah gave her and rolled as he lifted her off and she stretched out on the mattress. 

She easily caught the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Much like the blanket, she found the worn T-shirt incredibly soft and comfortable. “I’m not in the business of lying outside of work,” she responded, accepting the water. “You’re still going to get the food, however.” Her head butted against his shoulder once more as she stretched her legs out in front of him.

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“And have you reached a satisfactory decision?” she asked, her breath hitching as he found that little spot of hers that had her rocking her hips just a bit. Her chest pillowed into his and her head tilted back to give him easier access. 

Though he had spoken, neither of them made any move to actually stand up and get said water. She certainly wasn’t about to be the one to get up. “Mm, I’ll let you get it. I’ll stay here and be warm in this soft blanket.” It pooled around their hips, but she could still feel the soft fabric on the small of her back and around her thighs. “I think it’s a great idea.”

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“Not quite there yet, but it is a work on progress,” he smirked. He loved to hear the noises she made, especially when he was the one causing them to come out of her. As she rocked against him, though, he groaned against her skin, having to take a deep breath to focus otherwise he would end up getting lost on her all over again.

Elijah was completely fucked already.

He chuckled against her skin, pulling back to look at her. A small shake of his head. “Oh so this is how it is going to be, hm?” His hand roamed over her back once more as his lips inched for hers, pressing a soft kiss before he drew back. “Fine, but just this time.”

 He did say he was a gentleman after all. 

Isabella’s fingers gripped the back of his neck while he kissed hers, letting out a giggle as his scruff scratched at the delicate skin. “Just now, yeah? I guess the other three times were just practice before we get to the good stuff.” Her head tilted up to allow him further access to her neck and jaw and she hummed.

“Mm, both. Water’s a little more pressing at the moment.” Her lips traced the line of his collarbone and along the tattoo there, tracing it with her tongue. “We’ve got plenty of time to go again later, but you’re gonna have to be the one to get the food. My clothes are a bit indisposed at the moment.”

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He smirked against her skin, quite content with their current situation “Mm, pretty much. You know what they say, practice makes it perfect. The other times were just a warm up. I had to know how you worked,” he smirked, his lips lightly grazing at a sweet spot he discovered not too long ago. 

She couldn’t contain her devilish giggle as he pulled her on to his lap and kissed her. “How about that for exertion? Are we at just good now, Harvey?” she teased, her hands sliding over his broad shoulders. They were now orgasm for orgasm. 

She pulled back, her hands resting on the back of his neck. “I think we need water or something to keep up our strength if we’re going to keep doing this. Do you want to?” she asked.

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He smirked against her lips, pressing his lips to her neck as she teased him with her words. “I think we are getting on the good part, Cross.” He said against her skin, pressing soft kisses instead of the rough ones that marked her not too long ago. This changed everything, he knew that, but that wasn’t something that bothered him anymore.

Isabella milked him through his release, letting each rope down her throat. When it appeared as though he was done, she very gradually let her head up and released him with a soft pop. Her thumb slipped along her lip line and she sucked along the skin.

“Now we’re even.”

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Her strokes and sucks were methodical and rhythmic. Golden-brown eyes lifted to watch his reactions, each contortion of expression of pleasure in his features. Each time she went down, she took him just a little deeper and stroked what wouldn’t fit. 

Apparently, this was how they were spending their day.

As she felt him twitch in her hand, she quickened her pace just a bit. Judging by his reaction, he was close and she was beginning to taste pre-cum on her tongue. Her hand and mouth twisted in unison and she gave him a small nod in encouragement.

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Elijah was getting to the point of no return, the more she stroked and sucked, the less he had control over his own body. His legs started to twitch from holding from thrusting up at her, his heart was pounding on his chest and the old tightness on his stomach started to make it’s appearance.  He was close.

Isabella took the curse as an encouragement to continue and lowered her mouth down on to him more until his tip bumped the back. She squeezed his base once more when she pulled back up and began a rhythm. Release when she moved back down and squeeze going back up, rub that spot on his base that had him reacting the other times she had touched him. 

This was one thing Isabella knew how to do and do very well. 

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Elijah couldn’t even register what was going on right now. There was pleasure and there was pleasure. This wasn’t the first blowjob he got in his life, but he could swear it was the best. In such a short period of time Isabella learned how to touch him and where to touch him and he wasn’t even going to bother hiding how much pleasure she was giving him. The noises coming from his mouth where sinful, he couldn’t keep himself quiet. His knuckles of his hand were white from gripping the sheets as he tried to not thrust his hips up or grip her head. 

Isabella opened his pants enough to let his cock spring free once again, half-hard and clearly wanting. Her hand wrapped around his base once more and her thumb rubbed just at his base. Just as it was absolutely ridiculous how easy she came, he clearly was the same way. 

She braced with one hand and finally lowered her mouth to his tip. Her tongue flicked out over the head, golden eyes raised to watch each contortion of his face. 

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Out of all the things he was expecting her to do, this clearly wasn’t on the list. When she mentioned giving it back to him in return, he honestly didn’t even think she would be serious about it, but as he saw her bracing herself, he knew what was to come. 

“Fuuuuuuuck...” he breathed out, one of his hands instantly going to his hair as he didn’t know what to do with the other. She hadn’t even started it yet, and she was already killing him.

Each sound he made went through her. Her teeth nipped a little harder, her sucks grew a little more urgent until she was satisfied with the results. Ever so gradually, Isabella learned what made Elijah tick. She could feel him hardening between her thighs and she fought the urge to roll over him. 

“Very sweet revenge,” she murmured in agreement. She kissed and nipped her way back to his mouth and her tongue flicked over his lower lip. “I’ll see if I can try a little harder.” 

Her point was enunciated by rubbing the growing bulge she felt beneath her.

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Elijah didn’t even bother if his body reacted a certain way based on how she touched him, or if she was capable of actually figure out how he worked, as long as she continued to do what she was doing. He had to try really hard not to take control of the situation, or even thrust his hips up as he started to harden. He had two orgasms already, but his body still was ready for more. His hands were still on her legs and he had to hold he urge to kiss her again with her mouth being as close as it was to his. He didn’t even get the chance of a reply as she started to rub him again, getting a loud groan out of his mouth as he squeezed her thighs harder and his head fell back on the pillow.

“Absolutely. You had more covers than I would have if I left it here.” She tossed her hair behind her so it spilled off the opposite shoulder. Her mouth lowered to his in an almost playful way. “Mm, not really stealing if I’m not taking it home. Just repurposing.”  Her lips danced from his to his jaw, near his ear, then along his neck. Every other kiss, she let her teeth graze in a slight pinch and then focused on the hollow of his throat. She nipped and sucked until the spot turned a somewhat lovely shade of pink to darken later. If she hadn’t been naked, her hips would have rolled over his.  “Feeling adequately warm, Harvey?”

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“No, not at all. Because that is the best blanket in here and you just stole without even blinking about that fact,” he pouted, eyes focused on her as he looked up. His hands slowly roaming over her legs, knowing that he was mostly fucked by all the power he had over himself.

He had to hold the urge to kiss her, remembering that he was playing abide her rules this time. The more she moved her lips over his body, more moans slipped from his lips, he pressed his head back on his pillow to give her more access to her lips on his skin, smirking as he realized what she was up to. “Sweet revenge,” he whispered, groaning as she sucked his skin.

“Your apartment is cold, I needed to check my phone,” Isabella responded as she lifted the blanket to invite him back under. Part of her wondered if he would ‘call her out’ on initiating, but all she needed to do was remind him not to get in his own way. It appeared playing hooky meant repeatedly hooking up. 

The only problem was remembering to keep her phone within arm’s reach, even if they were in the middle of something. 

“Besides, I’m claiming this blanket for the day and I’m sorry that there’s nothing you can do about it but let me do it.” She tucked her side of the blanket back over her and rolled to straddle his hips.

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“And that sounds like a good enough reason for you to leave me suffering?” Elijah asked, scooting closer to her under the blanket without a second thought. This wasn’t about who initiated anything anymore, at least for him a white flag had been raised, for now at least as he was simply just enjoying the moment. Who knew their idea of playing hooky would turn out to be as interesting as it was?

“I thought we established that you weren’t a gentleman.” Isabella playfully stuck her tongue out at him and adjusted her laying position a little more to get comfortable. “Greek?”

She initiated it this time, but if they were playing hooky, they may as well do it right. Maybe it was the fact that while it was ridiculously for her to get off, it was also as easy to wind her up. “You did point out that you didn’t exert yourself all that much. Why not fool around while we wait?”

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“I can get my point across without using foul language,” she informed him. It did, however, contradict her earlier statement, but she wouldn’t point that out. Instead, Isabella stretched out on the mattress and pushed it all out of her head. His comment about the energy spent had her pushing him playfully. 

“Really? You made it sound like you didn’t get to exert yourself all that much. Now I’m not sure what I believe.” She rolled on to her side to face him again and tucked the blanket over her chest. “Ordering in sounds good.” 

God, she didn’t even know what restaurants were good there. She had been rather fond of the Mexican place down the street from her apartment, but with the maze of New York, she wasn’t even sure how far that was from where she lived. 

“I mean, if you really wanted to exert yourself, we could always do that again.”

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“Really? Could’ve fooled me before,” he teased her. He never saw her curse in all the time he got to know her, he was just holding the right moment to mess with her about that. It was an incredible turn on actually, especially know it was because of him that she was doing that.

“Hey now, I am just trying to be a real gentleman here, you know? Thinking about your well being,” he teased, rolling on his side so he was face to face with her again. “Good. What are you in the mood for?”

There were some options that they could go to, he had some pretty good restaurants next to his place, but that would depend on what she was feeling like getting today. He could go for pretty much anything if he was being honest. 

“It was, because they would have found your car at the bar and my truck gone. Everyone knows no one drives my truck but me. If I was healthy enough to drive home, I’d be at work right now. The deli is horrible and it’s always a new level, so botulism doesn’t exactly seem far-fetched,” she responded. “And you’re welcome for getting you out of the thick of it, too.”

The mention of Jameson had her blanching. “He wants to talk to me about how I felt seeing what we saw yesterday. I’m about to tell him to go blow it out where the sun doesn’t shine.” Yet she could do that later. A glance in the mirror he had nearby and she was certainly a sight with the hickeys and messed-up hair. She could lie and say she hooked up with literally anyone else. “I look like I was attacked by a vacuum cleaner.” 

With that, she adjusted the blanket back over her shoulders to try and cover up the worst of them and sat back down on the edge of his bed. With a little wiggling, she was back to her former spot next to him, in a bed far more comfortable than it had a right to be. “Do you want food?” 

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He hated to admit it, but she really came up with a good solution for their situation, if it was up to him, there was a probability that they would be in a tough situation right now. “Fine, you did come up with a clever solution, I’ll give you that,” there. That was the most he would say to her about the situation. Was he still bothered about the antics from before? Most probably yes. He just hated to lose.

Jameson was always a touchy subject when it came to her, for some reason the man made it his mission to make her life completely miserable and he didn’t know why. “I already told you to do that a long time ago, this whole southern ways of yours are keeping you from doing what is right.” Jameson knew he shouldn’t be pulling his tricks on him because he made it quite understandable what he thought about the man in the past. Seeing her still naked and somewhat comfortable on his apartment gave Elijah some sort of satisfaction, even if he wouldn’t even admit it. “You are welcome for those, by the way.”