One Night +18

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" asked Mel as she plopped down on the living room couch, her backpack dropping to the floor with a thud. Without waiting for an answer, she snuggled up next to Elliot, seeking warmth and closeness in the cold, silent environment.

"Yeah," he replied, his tone calm, almost absent, as he slipped an arm around behind her. "It would be nice to be without the group for a damn night. Get away from all the drama."

Mel raised an eyebrow, a slight smile curving her lips. "I thought you liked them?" she asked as she fiddled with the frayed edge of her t-shirt.

"Abby, no fucking way. And Owen even less so," Elliot replied with a sneer, tilting his head back as he let out a heavy sigh. "The others... well, they're fine. But after two years of doing the same shit, every day, every fucking day? I'm sick of it."

Mel let out a soft laugh, that sound Elliot had begun to associate with the few quiet moments they shared. Her head tilted toward him, leaning lightly against his shoulder. "I guess a break wouldn't hurt," she admitted, looking off into the void, lost in her own thoughts.

Elliot couldn't help but smile as he dropped his head on Mel's, feeling the softness of her hair against his cheek. He liked being with her like this, quiet, close. There was something almost therapeutic about those moments. But while she seemed absorbed, he had his mind on anything but what was going on around him.

There was something about Mel that relaxed him, yes, but also something that kept him awake. Maybe it was the way her body moved against his effortlessly, or how her curves fit perfectly into his arm. What really drove him crazy, though, was knowing that he'd already been inside her, that he'd had her moaning, trembling, begging him for more. That image would never disappear from his mind, and now, having her so close made him hard just remembering it.

"And besides," Elliot continued, his voice slightly hoarse as he tried to focus his thoughts, "there are beds here. The shitty house we're in doesn't even have that."

Mel laughed at his comment, that soft, almost musical laugh that seemed to light up the room, though the darkness still enveloped everything. But silence quickly returned, and they both lay still on the couch, as if the whole world had disappeared.

Elliot let his mind wander, his thoughts swirling between the tranquility of having Mel by his side and the possibilities his system offered him. He wasn't in love with her; that much was certain. There was no love in what he felt, at least not in the classic sense. But there was something else, something deeper and more visceral. Desire, possession, the simple satisfaction of knowing that she was now his.

Before all this, he saw her as unattainable. A girl out of his league, forever hung up on Owen, while that asshole drooled over Abby like the lapdog he was. But now things were different. He'd taken Mel, made her moan his name as her body trembled beneath his. And with every orgasm, every furtive glance, she was moving further away from Owen and closer to him. Thanks to the system, things had finally changed in her favor.

Elliot couldn't stop his mind from wandering to other possibilities. If the system worked so well with Mel, why not try it with Leah? The idea made him smile wickedly as his gaze wandered to the ceiling. Leah wasn't as voluptuous as Mel or as intimidating as Abby, but she had her thing. That tight, perfectly rounded ass that seemed designed to be grabbed hard and filled to the brim.

Sure, she was with Jordan, but so what? That idiot had no idea how to treat her. Always arguing, always making a fool of himself. Elliot knew he could take advantage of that. One more intense fight between them and Leah would be vulnerable enough to fall into his arms. He would just have to be patient, wait for the right moment, and then make his move.

The thought of fucking Leah not only warmed him, but excited him. More points for the system, more power, more resources. He imagined her slender legs and her choked moans as he sank into her, making him forget about Jordan altogether. And why stop there? Abby might be a possibility at some point. Yes, he hated her, but that didn't mean he didn't want to see her kneeling in front of him, her perfect lips wrapped around his cock, begging him for more as she showed him she wasn't as untouchable as he thought.

Elliot let out a low snort, moving his leg slightly to relieve the pressure in his crotch. Mel was still snuggled against him, oblivious to his thoughts, though she could feel his soft breathing against her neck. His hand instinctively moved down to her waist, caressing it with small circular motions.

"What are you thinking about?" murmured Mel, breaking the silence.

Elliot smiled, a smile laden with intentions she couldn't see. "At how I'd do anything to stay away from the group for one more night," he replied, his fingers lightly squeezing her waist before sliding a little lower, down to the curve of her ass.

Mel laughed softly, but didn't pull away. "Anything?" he asked, his voice low and laden with a playful tone.

"You know that," he murmured, leaning down to gently kiss her head. "Absolutely anything."

Mel's smile widened, and though she didn't respond, the slight movement of her hips against Elliot's told him all he needed to know.

Mel's hands slid decisively to Elliot's crotch, her fingers tracing slow, provocative circles over the fabric of his pants. The increasing friction sent waves of heat straight to his core, and Elliot let out a low growl, a mixture of frustration and anticipation that made him grit his teeth.

Mel wasted no time. Her lips sought his neck, leaving wet kisses and light bites that tugged small shivers from Elliot's skin. Her hot breath snuck up to his ear, and as she felt him react under her touch, a satisfied smile crept across his face.

"What is it, Elliot?" she murmured in a lust-laden voice, her words a whisper against his lobe before catching him between her teeth. "Weren't you expecting this? Ever since we left, you've been looking at me like you wanted to rip my clothes off. And now, you're going to back out?"

Elliot clenched his fists, his control wobbling as his cock throbbed hard inside the confines of his pants. His dark eyes bore into Mel's, filled with barely contained fire. "Are you sure you want to do this now?" he asked, his voice hoarse and almost cracking with tension.

Mel let out a soft, teasing laugh that fired him up even more. "Why not?" she replied, her tone laden with tease and desire as she pressed her body against him, letting him feel every curve and every calculated move. Her hands moved more firmly against his erection, tracing torturous lines that made him curse under his breath. "Are you going to chicken out now, honey?" she said, accentuating each syllable as if to provoke him further.

Elliot took a deep breath, his patience crumbling like a sand castle. "Mel, don't go on..." he warned, but his words lacked true intent.

"Not following what?" she interrupted him, her voice dripping with seduction as she released his belt buckle with slow, deliberate movements. "Make you beg? I like seeing you like this, so fucking desperate for me."

Elliot let out a harsh laugh, his head falling back as his hands finally took control, gripping Mel's hips firmly. "Fuck, Mel... you have no idea what you're unleashing."

Mel let out a soft, lewd laugh before leaning into Elliot, her tongue tracing a wet trail down his cheek. The look she gave him next, a mixture of defiance and pure lust, was enough to make Elliot's cock throb painfully against the fabric. Without a word, she settled back on the couch, getting to the perfect height of his crotch, and began to lick his erection over his pants, leaving a wet trail that only added to the tension in the air.

"You like this, huh?" whispered Mel, her voice husky as her lips moved against the fabric, pressing right where he needed it most. Her hands caressed his thighs, slowly moving up and down, as if she wanted to make him beg. Elliot was breathing hard, his eyes riveted on her, watching every movement with a hunger he couldn't hide.

"Mel... fuck," he growled through his teeth, bringing a hand down to her fat, tight ass. He gripped it tightly, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh in his hands before giving her a resounding spank that echoed through the room. The impact made Mel moan, a low, desire-laden sound that drove him wild.

"Is that all you've got, Elliot?" she teased, turning her head to look at him as her hands slowly moved up his waist, unbuckling his belt with deliberate movements. "I thought you were more of a man than this."

Elliot let out a low, dangerous laugh, bringing both hands to Mel's head, tangling his fingers in her hair before forcing her down even further. "You're going to swallow every fucking drop, Mel," he murmured with a crooked grin, lifting his hips slightly to help her release his erection.

When Mel finally pulled his cock out, thick, hot and throbbing, he let out a groan of approval. "Fuck, Elliot..." she murmured, wrapping her hand around the base and giving it a slow, firm swipe with her tongue from base to tip, leaving a wet trail that made him grit his teeth.

"That's it, gorgeous," Elliot gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her to his glans. "Kiss it, lick it.... do it good."

Mel obeyed with a naughty smile, bringing the tip of her tongue to play with the swollen glans before opening her lips and enveloping it completely. Her mouth was warm and wet, and the sensation made Elliot let out a low growl, his hips instinctively moving forward as she began to suck him slowly.

Each time Mel went lower, Elliot felt his control crumbling. Her tongue caressed him in ways that made him lose his mind, and the wet sound of her mouth working on his cock was music to his ears. When she finally began to take him deeper, almost to the back of his throat, Elliot couldn't hold back an animalistic growl.

"That's it, swallow it all," he ordered, pushing her head down slightly as Mel moaned against his cock. The vibration in his throat made him shudder, and a dark smile curved his lips as he watched the tears pool in Mel's eyes as she struggled to take it all.

Mel pulled away for a moment, her saliva coating his cock as she gasped, her lips swollen and red. "You're huge, Elliot," she murmured with a smirk before taking him again, this time moving her head faster, sucking with an intensity that made him shudder.

Elliot couldn't resist any longer. He forced her to keep up with his rhythm as his hips moved in time. "That's it, Mel... fuck, you do that so well," he growled, his breathing increasingly erratic. The sight of her, mouth full of his cock, saliva dripping down her chin, was enough to drive him over the edge.

"I'm going to cum," he warned between clenched teeth, pulling her hair tightly. "And you're going to swallow it all, you hear me?"

Mel moaned in response, her throat tightening around him as she took him deeper. When Elliot finally let go, his hot cum filled her mouth, and Mel swallowed every drop with a choked moan. Her tongue continued to stroke him, cleaning up every trace of him as Elliot lay back on the couch, panting and wearing a satisfied smile.

Mel lifted her head, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a mischievous expression. "I hope you liked it," she said with a teasing smile, letting her tongue run slowly across her bottom lip.

Elliot let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at her. "Mel, you drive me crazy," he said, leaning down to catch her in a hungry kiss. "But this isn't over. I'm not done with you yet."

End Of Chapter 11.