Chapter 516 Since You Won’t
Delia’s POV
I stood in the bedroom doorway and watched Noah sit on the edge of the bed with his back to me, scrolling through something on his phone like the last three weeks had not existed. He had not touched me since the night I told him Elliot had kissed me. He still came home. He still asked if I had eaten. He still slept beside me. But every time I reached for him, he found a reason to pull away, and tonight was no different.
I crossed the room and sat behind him. My hands settled on his shoulders. I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the side of his neck, the same way that used to make him turn and pull me under him. He stayed still. His thumb kept moving across the screen.
“Noah,” I said against his skin.
“I am tired,” he answered. He did not look at me. “Long day.”
I stayed there another second, waiting for him to change his mind. When he did not, I stood and walked out of the room. I did not slam the door. I picked up my keys from the bowl by the front door, locked the house behind me, and drove to Elliot’s place with the windows down and my hands tight on the wheel. Noah could stay tired. I was done waiting for him to decide he still wanted me.
Elliot opened the door before I finished knocking. He looked at my face, then at the keys still in my hand, and stepped aside without asking why I was there. I walked past him into the living room. He closed the door and locked it. I turned around, and he was already close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.
“Noah still will not touch you,” he said. It was not a question.
“No.”
He reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head in one motion. My bra followed. His hands went to my breasts, and he pinched both nipples hard enough to make me gasp. He backed me against the wall and kept his grip while he looked down at me.
“You came here because you need to be fucked,” he said. “Say it.”
“I need to be fucked.”
He kissed me then, hard, his tongue in my mouth while one hand dropped between my legs and rubbed me through my underwear. I was already wet. He pulled the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I moaned into his mouth, and he fucked me with his hand until my legs started to shake. Then he pulled his fingers out, turned me around, and bent me over the back of the couch.
I heard his belt. I heard the zipper. He pushed my underwear down to my knees and drove into me in one long thrust. The stretch burned in the best way. He did not give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, hard enough that the couch moved an inch across the floor. His hand closed around the back of my neck and held me down while he fucked me.
“Does Noah fuck you like this?” he asked, voice low and rough against my ear. He thrust deep and stayed there, grinding until I felt him hit the end of me.
“No, Daddy,” I gasped. “I have not touched him since you. He will not even let me try.”
Elliot laughed once, short and dark, and started moving again. He fucked me hard, each thrust sharp and deep, the sound of his hips hitting my ass filling the room. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit while he kept me pinned. I came the first time with my face pressed into the couch, and his name breaking out of my mouth. He did not slow down. He kept fucking me through it, harder, until my legs were shaking and I was begging him not to stop.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the cushions, and pushed my knees up to my chest. He slid back inside and leaned over me so I could not look anywhere but at his face. His hand closed around my throat, not tight enough to cut off air, just enough to hold me still while he drove into me.
“You like it when I use you,” he said. “You like knowing your husband is sitting at home while I am buried in this cunt.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Please.”
He gave me exactly that. Rough, deep strokes that made the couch creak under us. He told me I was dripping for him. He told me Noah would never fuck me like this again. He told me to come for him, and I did, clenching around him while he kept thrusting. He followed a minute later, hips grinding as he emptied himself inside me with a low groan against my neck.
We stayed like that until his breathing slowed. He pulled out and stood. I stayed on the couch, legs open, his cum already starting to leak out of me. He fixed his pants and looked down at me.
“Are you serious about Tessa Sterling?” I asked.
His expression did not change. “Do not meddle in my business. She is useful. That is all you need to know. Stay out of it.”
I sat up and reached for my dress. My legs were still unsteady. I pulled the fabric over my head and found my underwear on the floor. Elliot watched me get dressed without offering a hand. When I was finished, I walked to the door. He unlocked it for me but did not touch me again.
I drove home with the windows down and the taste of him still in my mouth. Noah was already asleep when I got back. I showered, climbed into bed beside him, and closed my eyes. He had not touched me in weeks. Elliot had. For tonight, that was enough.