Perfectly Candid: A Dirty Deleted Scene

Somehow, despite the headstart, Aliyah walks into the wine cellar to find Elliot already there. He stands up, his hands against her waist before she has a moment to smile. His nose brushes hers and she’s regretting the lipgloss right now. 

“I can’t believe I can’t even kiss you,” he mutters. 

“I did not come here to kiss you,” she whispers, pushing him back against the wall as he frowns. 

“Then why -” he starts, his jaw snapping shut as she drops to her knees. The dress was his idea, but she only said yes because she knew it didn’t crease. 

“Lia,” he warns, but she’s already unbuckling his trousers. 

“Tell me stop,” she says, then, “And I will.” She grips the base of his dick. He’s thankfully already hard because she did some research, and it all just assumed they were already hard. She gives him a few experimental pumps, hard and slow as she rolls her neck. She looks at him just once and his neck is so tensed she’ll be surprised if he can move tomorrow. She wants to be able to see his abs, and the hard muscles of his stomach, but she can't. This is already the most reckless thing she’s ever done, she can’t waste time undoing the ridiculous cravat he has on. 

“Okay?” she asks, running the palm of her hand over his tip, spreading his leaking precum over his shaft. Elliot grunts, and she playfully frowns. 

“I am waiting to know how you taste,” she whispers, pressing her lips against the underside of his dick. “Tell me.” 

“Okay,” he says like speaking is painful. Like he’s using every ounce of energy he has to not offload on her face. She’s very thankful, and she’ll show him that. “But if you’ve -” he starts, and she’s not nervous, not with him. So she takes a deep breath, licking a strip from his base to his tip, mixing his precum with her saliva. 

“Fuck, Lia”, he groans, his neck somehow tighter than before. She moans, swirling her tongue around his tip. He tilts, and she watches him watching her. She moans again as he hits the back of her throat. Just once, then she backs up. His fingers tighten against the beer barrels. The wood creaks and she brings one hand to her hair. She wore half of it down on purpose, his fingers are clumsy in their movements, but he avoids her tiara. His fingers wind around her braids, his thumb light against her scalp. 

Aliyah can’t believe she was worried that she wouldn’t know if he was enjoying it, with the way he grunts above her, his breath coming in hard, fast bursts. She sucks on the upstroke and he bucks lightly into her mouth. 

“Sorry,” he says quickly and she pulls back, pumping him with her hand as she looks at him. 

“Careful,” she warns, holding his gaze as she takes him in her mouth once more. Lia bobs her head faster, her hand pumping where her mouth won’t reach. She breathes through her nose when she reaches for balls with her free hand. 

“Fucking hell,” he groans as she massages. “Lia, I’m - where - fuck you need to stop if -” She pulls back, barely letting him out of her mouth before she speaks. 

“I will swallow,” she says, her mouth on him again before he can say anything. His hands rest against her head lightly, and she stops her movements, letting him thrust quickly. Her tongue is stiff against him and she prepares herself. 

“Lia, I’m gunna,” he says as if she needs a warning. As if his dick isn’t pulsing against her tongue. When he comes, it’s warmer than she expected, but it’s not unwelcome. She holds it, waiting for the last of it before she pulls back, swallowing. Elliot seems more out of breath than she is, which is rude because she really did all of the work. He helps her up but holds her at arm's length and she frowns. 

“I - I need,” he starts, shaking his head as he puts his dick back in his pants. “Sorry, it’s wet and I don’t want to stain your dress. “ 

“Oh,” she says, pulling her lip between her teeth. It’s a little awkward, until Elliot pulls his trousers up, and his hands are against her face kissing her hard. 

“What was that for?” he asks, panting still. Her throat is a little sore, but apart from that she’s fine. Aliyah smiles, and Elliot wipes his thumb under her chin. 

“You are the only man I ever want to look at,” she replies. “I wanted you to know that.” 

“I do know that,” he replies, kissing her softly. “I do know that. Do you have your purse?” Lia hands it to him and he pulls her compact out, fixing the make up on her chin. 

“You are so cute,” she says as he makes sure her foundation isn’t patchy. He sticks his tongue out at her when he reapplies her lipgloss. 

“There. Beautiful.” Lia hums, taking her purse back, and grabbing the mini mouthwash she put in there earlier. Elliot’s jaw drops as she swirls it around, spitting it into the corner. 

“Oh, you came prepared?!” 

She shrugs, “I think you are stupid pretty, Elliot.” He smiles, his hands in his pockets with a boyish grin like this top isn't dishevelled and his dick is still basically out. “The night is winding down, and no one has tried to kill me, so, meet me upstairs?” 

Elliot nods. “Okay, if you’re sure.” She walks towards him, her hand against his chest. 

“I love you. See you soon.” 

“Bye, my love.” 

Unedited. Just for fun. Please don’t rate me on GR.