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Currently, Isabella was about to crawl out of her skin. Her coworkers gave her two pieces of chocolate and now she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this flustered. She felt a throb pulsate between her thighs, causing her knee to bounce. A flush stole its way across her skin. And she wanted to beat up whoever gave her two pieces when she discovered the serving size was one. All she knew was, as soon as she got home, it was a long, cold shower.

“Thanks for giving me a ride home. Beast’s in the shop,” she managed to bite out. Her arms folded over her chest, subconsciously pushing her breasts up. “Mind turning up the air? It feels stifling.”

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. 

“Oh so you are deliberately stealing my shit now I see, hm?” He jabbed once more, leaning onto her and ready to get under that blanket with her, but a knock on his door stopped his movements completely. “Ugh, you were saved by the bell,” he mumbled, standing up for the bed, getting his wallet on his way to get their food. 

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“And you’re going to do what about it?” she retorted. There it was. Their old dynamic. It was now reflected in this, though now there truly was something he could do about it by taking his blanket back. “I can’t get up, your blanket’s too warm.” Isabella made her point by wrapping it tighter around her legs. 

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.

“Stop trying to come up with excuses to your lazy ass. Just say you are too lazy to do something and it shall be better,” he rolled his eyes, standing up and looking for his wallet, wanting to be prepared for when the food arrive.

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“I always knew you were a devil in disguise.” He teased, smirking at her. His hand still remained in her leg even with her crossing them, it was natural, felt natural and something he would so easily do without realizing, he was getting too used to the situation they were in, and it was just only the morning.  “And why is that? I thought you quite enjoyed the taste,” he smirked, looking at her with a brow raised as he took another sip of his water. His eyes instantly roamed over her body, taking in the fact she was wearing his shirt and nothing else. Isabella was right, though, man definitely liked that view. “You are always allowed to sit whenever you want. And we do enjoy the view of a woman in an oversize something, especially if it’s ours.”

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The T-shirt was one of the oldest he had kept, it was the only thing he had left from his camp days, a memory of a time where he changed his life for the better, and seeing her with it, well, she looked good. “So I know now not to fall to your bullshit, clearly. Everything you say to me will be the truth,” he pointed out, taking a long sip of his water.  He snorted, eyes rolling at her antics. “Yeah, yeah, just because I am the gentleman,” his eyes followed the lines of her legs, one hand instantly laying over her knee. “And what will the Princess be doing while I do all the hard work in here?” He asked turning to face her.

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“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. 

“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. 

Elijah moved her from on top of him, getting up from the bed and heading to his wardrobe, getting a pair of sweatpants and throwing some old t-shirt her way before heading to the small kitchen to get them some water. “Here, don’t tell me I never gave you anything.”

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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. 

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. 

“Then let’s get you some water,” although he had all intentions to move from their current position, he actually didn’t want to. He was warm and had her on top of him, he was afraid to move and that be nothing but just a dream. “If clothes are a problem I am sure we can figure something out.”

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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. 

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.

His hands roamed from her thighs to her back, tracing her spine with his fingers. “Do I want what, water or keep doing this?” He innocently asked, a cheeky grin on his face as he planted a kiss on her jaw. “Food most likely will be here soon. I don’t think we have time to go again.”

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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.

Elijah moaned through his release, feeling his body start to relax he let go of the grip he had on his hands, feeling the aftershocks of the intense orgasm she just gave him. Once more, he came ridiculously fast for his liking and all because of her. “Fuck…” he breathed out opening his eyes and looking at her just in time to see her cleaning her mouth. God, how sexy she looked in that moment.  “I don’t mind being even,” he lazily smirked, he used all his strength to sit up, pressing their chests together as he claimed her mouth on his once more, he could taste himself on her lips.

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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. 

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.

He lifted his head to look at her and let her know he was about to burst when the small nod she gave was all he needed. “Fuck…fuck…Cros…” he groaned, one of his hands instantly going to her hair as his back slightly arched from the  bed and he came. Spurs after spurs inside of her mouth.

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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.

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. 

He wouldn’t last too long.

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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.

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.

Fucking her had been absolutely amazing. Her giving him a handjob something he would remember by, and now the blowjob? The blowjob was going to top it all. He tried his best to lift his head and look at her. He wanted to see it.

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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. 

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.

Isabella Cross would be the death of him.

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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. 

“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.

“Not yet, but I think we are getting there, Cross,” his hands kept moving over her legs, squeezing lightly as it roamed from her legs to her back, not pressing too hard. He was quite enjoying himself right now.

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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.” 

“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?

“Oh so you are stealing my shit now I see,” he smirked, hands instantly resting on her thigh as she straddled his hips. A move he was completely surprise for based on how things developed before. No complains on his part, most definitely not, but seeing Isabella on top of him clearly did things to him. “As long as you keep me warm, I don’t see why I would even complain about it.”

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