Strangers in the Crowd pt. 9
(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.
Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]
TW: ANGST, cussing, SMUTTT, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/ tension, the usual really dirty stuff.
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)
A/N: Hello everyone! I am so so excited for you all the read this! This is my longest chapter I’ve ever written and just could not stop! I thought about splitting this up into two parts but since it is the one year anniversary of the Elvis movie premiering, I thought you deserve a long juicy part 😉Get ready for a bit of a rollercoaster but I think you’ll like where this is headed. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.
Feel free to message me or comment what you think!💕
His hands roam your soft flesh, leaving goosebumps behind. You whimper out for him, wanting him to come closer and put his body on yours. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his hard bulge press up against your core. You let out a soft sigh, loving how you can finally be so close to him. He holds you against him firmly, ravaging your neck with kisses and biting the spot only he knows you like. He swiftly turns to the wall and pins you there, continuing to envelop your exposed skin with his lips.
Both of your breathing becomes scattered and he is in a rush to take you. He uses one of his hands to reach underneath your dress and pulls your panties to the side. Gliding his fingers between your folds, he cusses when he discovers how wet you are.
He moves his hand down to unbutton his pants and slides down the zipper to pull his hard cock out. He presses his tip up to your entrance and places his hand back under your thigh, kissing you urgently before plunging his entire length inside you. You cry out for him, clawing at his back and holding onto him for dear life as he takes you rough, just how you wanted it.
Your eyes snap open and can hear your heart beating through your chest. Your eyes scan your room, expecting to see Elvis laying next to you. But your room is completely empty and your bed feels cold. The throbbing in your clit doesn’t go away and you squeeze your legs together and groan.
A wave of anger washes over you and cover your head with the pillow and grumble into it.
It’s been a month since you abruptly left Elvis but it feels so much longer. The days dragged and he never failed to pop into your mind. Just when you thought you were doing better, you’d hear his voice on the radio or see his face on a billboard and go spiraling back to how much you miss him. How much you need him. It was the most ridiculous thing to happen to you. But to be fair, these kinds of feelings have never happened to you so you didn’t know how to properly handle them or how to cope.
You hated how much your body missed him and these reoccurring dreams of him were not helping you get over him. You tried to rationalize it and say it’s because he was your first and it’s hard to just forget that. But your brain couldn’t fully believe that and you would continue to have these dreams. You’d catch yourself moaning his name when you’d touch yourself. Trying to learn to please yourself on your own, his fingers would end up being on the forefront of your mind and your orgasm would come crashing down on you.
There weren’t any words that could make sense of the situation. You don’t know why you thought he would change and be faithful to you. You just got swept up in the situation and believed every last thing he said to you. The events of that early morning kept replaying in your mind…
Your hair was a disheveled mess, your eyes puffy and swollen from the non-stop crying you did on the plane.
The silk pajamas he gave you suddenly feel suffocating on you and need to change immediately. You unbutton the top and crumple it on the floor along with the bottoms.
You turn to grab your robe when you catch a glimpse of your body in the mirror. There you see the purple bruises starting to form on your neck, down along your collarbone to your breasts. You place your fingertips along the sensitive patches and wince.
A knock on the door startles you and you quickly cover yourself up. You wipe the tears on your cheeks and clear your throat.
“Come in,” you say sheepishly.
Cicily comes in sleepy-eyed and squints her eyes to try to adjust to the bathroom lights.
“Y/n? W-what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Graceland?” She says confused.
Tears come pouring out of you and all you can do is nod your head. Cicily goes rushing to you to console you. You sob and hug her tight, thankful that she is here to help you in this emotional time. She lets you cry until you can’t cry anymore and leads you to the living room.
“Do you want to talk about what’s going on?” She asks carefully.
Elvis would try every day to call and Cicily would pick up saying you weren’t home. He obviously didn’t believe a word she said because he would try to recall in the next fifteen minutes. You didn’t talk to anyone else about it. You went to class and came straight home. Nothing really interested you and were just focused on finishing school. You only had 4 more weeks to graduate and had to stay focused.
Looking over at the clock, it was early but you were wide awake now and might as well start getting ready. You were pround of yourself for graduating with your master's degree. You worked really hard on it and were ready for the next chapter in your life and leave that chapter behind.
Your family and a couple of friends were attending the ceremony and were taking you out to dinner afterward and were looking forward to such a special night.
It’s your turn to cross the stage and you get a weird chill run through you. The kind of chill you would get when Elvis was looking at you intensely. You brush it off thinking it’s just you being paranoid. You hear your name get called and walk briskly to the university president standing in the middle of the stage with your diploma in his hand. With his hand reached out, you shake his hand and turn to the photographer waiting to take your picture. You scan the crowd and find your family waving manically at you and screaming your name. You can’t help but laugh and smile, waving back to them with just as much enthusiasm.
Suddenly, something else catches your eye. In the back of the auditorium, you see the most beautiful man to ever exist, staring at you with a coy smile and his jet-black hair sitting perfectly quaffed, his tan skin glowing underneath the buttoned jacket he was wearing. He quite literally takes your breath away, not only because of how good he looks, but the shock he’s here at your university.
You freeze and take a sharp breath in as your brain can’t make any sense of what he’s doing here or who told him you were graduating today. The boom of the next name over the speakers jolts you out of your thoughts and you quickly get off the stage. You scurry back to your seat in a panic and you feel the entire room spinning. Your chest begins to heave and the knot in your stomach makes you want to puke.
Cicily grabs ahold of your hand and squeezes it to get your attention. You shoot your worried eyes at her and try to calm yourself down.
“Y/n are you okay? Looks like you saw a ghost,” she says in a hushed tone.
You shake your head at her, “Elvis is here. How the fuck did he get here,” you say frazzled.
“Well, I don’t know if you want me to explain to you how a plane works…” she says smartly.
“Would you stop!” You snap, keeping your voice low, “Who the hell told him about this?”
She darts her eyes away and into her lap.
“Well uh… I’ve been talking to Jerry again, and well uhh… he might have asked me…” she says sheepishly.
“Goddamn it! You shouldn’t have said anything. It was just a way to get to me,” you say.
“It wouldn’t hurt to talk to him y/n, I can’t live with that phone ringing off the hook anymore,” she says sharply.
You sigh knowing she’s right, you should give him a chance to explain even though you don’t want him to.
The ceremony ends and in the sea of people, you find your family. They all bombard you with hugs and congratulations but you can’t help your wandering eyes that scan the crowd looking for Elvis. You pretend that nothing is bothering you but your parents can tell something is up. You assure them you’re just looking for a couple of your friends that you want to say goodbye to and take some pictures and they believe you.
They begin to leave and let you know they’ll meet you in the restaurant in an hour and give you a couple more kisses. You start to turn away, your eyes scanning the crowd once more, pushing through the sea of people when you feel a hand grab your forearm.
You gasp at the sudden pull and look up to see who it is.
Jerry’s face is welcoming but serious as he lets go of you and motions you to the side of the crowd.
“Hey, y/n, congratulations,” he says warmly. You shoot him a smile, “Thanks Jerry… what in gods name is he doing here?” You say flatly.
He takes a deep breath and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Listen, he’s been an absolute wreck since you left. He went out of his mind with you walking out in him,” he says emphatically.
“Oh, he was a wreck? What about me?! Did he even stop to think about how affected I was!?” You say harshly.
He squints his eyes together, your words hurtful but true.
“I’m sure you found out what happened. How can I just forget about that,” you say defeated.
“I did… I understand your anger. But if you can just talk to him for five minutes. He needs to see you,” he pleads.
You roll your eyes and sigh. Elvis and his need to have the last word.
“Where is he?” You say sharply.
“Follow me,” he says quietly and turns on his heels to head for the exit. You try to keep up with his pace, nerves rattling your bones as you try to figure out what exactly you’re going to say to him.
He leads you to the limo that is sitting a few blocks away from the parking lot. You check behind your shoulder to make sure no one is following you two. The tinted windows reflect your worried face and you smooth out your hair as you prepare to face Elvis.
Jerry opens the back door and whispers good luck to you before you step inside. The limo is dimly lit and you instantly recognize the smell lingering in the car. Your eyes dart to Elvis sitting on the far end seat with his back up against the partition. Your heart can’t help but flutter at the sight of him; his long legs spread open and stretched out, his hand placed on his pelvis, dangerously close to his bulge, and his other arm resting on the sill of the window.
His eyes light up when he sees you in your graduation gown draped over your linen white dress. He gives you a slight smirk when he sees your reaction to him sitting there. You nervously sit down on the seat parallel to the window and straighten out your dress.
You glance at him, unsure of what to say.
“Hi baby,” He says smoothly, his southern drawl tingling its way through your body.
You take a deep breath to try and collect yourself.
“Congratulations on everything honey. You deserve it. I’m so proud of you,” he says sweetly.
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling and letting his ungodly amount of charm work on you.
“Mhmm, what are you doing here?” You say flatly. His eyes grow cold and he clears his throat.
“I wanted to be here, to congratulate you. I knew how much this day means to you,” he sputters.
You shake your head at him, annoyed at his words.
“Stop acting like you care so much,” you murmur.
“You heard me. Don’t act like I’m the most important person in the world when I know I’m not,” you spat at him with contempt in your voice.
“Y/n please don’t say that-,” he growls.
“I’m just saying the truth-,”
“Well, it’s not the truth! Far from it actually! If you would listen to me for five seconds I can explain myself!” He says sternly.
You let out a frustrated grunt, “I am tired of listening to you. All I ever do is listen to you! There’s not much you can do to fix what’s been already done,” you say defeated.
He covers his face in his hands and lets out a slow sigh, then darts his piercing eyes back at you. Your heart gallops at the way he looks at you. He could kill someone with those eyes easily. You have to look away before he says anything else.
“I know I hurt you. It crushed me. I wanted to talk to you and make this better but you wouldn’t even give me the chance.”
“Elvis, you have no idea how this hurt me. You keep telling me how much you want me and how much I mean to you, then I find those pictures and I can’t help but believe that’s all a lie.”
“It’s not a lie,” he says firmly.
You feel the tears well in your eyes as you become more frustrated.
“Stop saying that,” as you begin to sob. “You obviously want other women since you keep those pictures of them. Was I just another girl to add to the Polaroid collection or what?” You accuse.
He scoots to your side and goes to reach for you, but hesitates and pulls his hands away, and puts them on the tops of his thighs.
“It’s not like that I swear. I should have thrown those things out when I came home but I didn’t. I’m really sorry you found them in the way you did. I mean it when I say I want and need you in my life,” he professes.
“Elvis, I just don’t know if you can change…,” you say softly.
“It’s different with you-,”
“Stop saying that Elvis-,” you say annoyed.
“No, I won’t stop!” his voice booming in the small space causing you to jump and direct all of your attention back at him.
“It’s different with you. I don’t know how many times I have to explain it to you!” He says exasperatedly.
“I lost my goddamn mind when you left. And to see those pictures sprawled out on the bed when I got out of the shower… fuck I was so upset. I knew I lost you because I’m a fucking idiot,” he says sightly raising his voice, making your skin crawl. You look down into your lap, not able to look at him like this. You feel sick to your stomach hearing this and want to run out of the limo. He places his hands on your shoulders and makes you look at him, turning your body and stilling you. Your breathing quickens and you quiver at his touch.
“As you should have! You should have felt awful for making all these promises to me and just going out there when I had my back turned and fuck the next brunette that came your way!” You yell.
His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, looking into your soul almost, making you feel like you could pass out.
“Those pictures were old… they were from before I ever met you…“ he growls.
“Oh god,” your heart drops and you feel sick to your stomach. You search for something to say to him but the guilt eats at you instead.
“I umm… I thought you were…” you say lost in thought.
“Let me tell you something I’ve never told anyone before. Do you want to know why I fuck around so much hmm? It’s because there is a void inside of me and I think if I fuck enough women I’ll fill it and I’ll be okay. But that’s not how it works. I’m just dumb enough to actually think it works. This life I have is lonely. Everyone wants something from me and I can’t say no. But doing good for people isn’t enough. I still have this hole inside me. Do you know the only time I haven’t had that feeling?” he blurts out frustrated.
You shake your head and lower your eyes, too intimidated by him and the energy he is possessing right now and you don’t want to let him see the tears welling in your eyes.
“The only time has been with you. Only you. I saw you in that crowd and something drew me to you. Your charm, your beauty, the starry-eyed gleam you had. I wanted you so bad and I couldn’t figure out why,” he pauses briefly.
“Maybe it was fate or God putting you in my path but whatever it is, you make me feel different. Like I don’t need to do those things and want you only.” He says softly.
He carefully lifts your hand, almost like he’s afraid he’s going to break you, and holds it in his.
“That night you asked me, why I wanted you to stay the night again and what you were doing here, I was screaming in my head that you complete me. But I was in denial and couldn’t allow myself to fall that quickly. It took our separation for me to finally sit down with myself and figure out what I truly wanted. And my thoughts always came back to you. Always.”
More tears fall down your face and you breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. To hear him profess his feelings like this rattled you and you don’t know what to say. Everything you planned to say went out the window. You look back up at him and see tears rolling down his cheeks too. Your heart breaks for him. Why you never thought of him having this deep emotional side is kind of naive of you. You should have known he has those deep emotions.
“I didn’t know,” you whisper wiping away his tears. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m the one that needs to be sorry. I’m the one that needs to work on being better,” he admits, “I’ve missed you so much you don’t even know. I keep having dreams about you,” he says cutely. You smile and blush as the images of your dreams of him enter your head.
“Yeah… me too,” you grin.
“Oh? What were you dreaming about?” He asks inquisitively.
You shake your head, “I’ll tell you another time,” he throws you a confused look and lets the silence fall between you.
You both sit there for a while, just listening to the sound of your breathing, and your tears to finally subside. You found it crazy how his mood and energy could change yours too. Right now, sitting a few inches away, you want to bridge the gap between you and hug him.
You waiver and try to regroup yourself.
“I think I better go now,” you announce. The sorrow in his eyes grows and his posture straightens.
“Oh please stay longer,” he pleads.
“I have dinner to get to with my family. They’re waiting on me,” you disclose.
He nods his head, not protesting any further.
“I’d like to see you later if you’re not busy,” he whispers.
“Please, honey? I missed you so much. I just want to catch up with you,” he confesses.
Your heart tears yet again for this fragile man. Your brain searches for an excuse but you have none to scribe up.
“Why don’t you come to dinner with me? If you can survive that, then maybe I’ll think about seeing you later,” you challenge.
He smiles and squeezes your hand, “sounds good to me.”
Little does he know that your parents detest him and the image he has created for himself. If he can survive dinner with your parents, I’m sure he can make it through anything with you.
You both walk into the restaurant side by side, leaving a comfortable space between you both. You get stares the moment you step into the restaurant, and people are in awe of him. You couldn’t lie, he looked damn good. He was in a dark blue suit, nothing on underneath the jacket, with a short blue silk scarf tied at his neck.
Finding the table in the back with your family, they stare at you wide-eyed and say nothing when you walk to the table.
“Mom, Dad, this is Elvis Presley. He’s going to have dinner with us tonight,” you say matter-of-factly. You find the open chair at the other end of the table and make a beeline for it. You leave him standing alone in front of the table with both of your parents giving him disgusted looks.
“Good evening, I’m Elvis Presley. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he says as he reaches out to shake your dad’s hand. Your dad looks at his ring-clad hands covered in gold and jewels and has the most disgusted look on his face. You want to sink into the dark and escape this horrifying situation.
Your dad finally raises his hand slowly to meet his and shakes it firmly.
Your mom on the other hand has a completely different look forming on her face. You can tell his charm is working effectively on her and the look of disgust is shaping into something smitten. He turns his hand towards her next and she raises it in a dream-like trance to meet his.
“Nice to meet you ma'am,” his southern inflection on the word makes you squirm.
He proceeds to shake everyone else’s hands on the way to sit next to you. Everyone is dead quiet as they watch him sit down next to you. Your knees touch and you jump at the contact with him, not used to it but still liking it.
No one says a word as minutes pass by and some waters get dropped off at the table for you two. Everyone tries to make pointless small talk but it just feeds the awkwardness of the room practically suffocating you. You order your meal but don’t really care what it is. You doubt you can eat anything with so tension between you, Elvis, and your family. You look over to your dad and it looks like there’s steam coming out of his ears.
“Dad, can you please stop that? Staring is rude,” you say snarkily.
“What are you doing with my daughter,” your dad says coldly to Elvis.
“I’m sorry sir I don’t think I understand your question,” Elvis says calmly.
“You are nothing but trouble. I don’t want you seeing my daughter,” he snaps at Elvis.
“Sir I am not a threat to you or your daughter I assure you. Whatever predisposition you have of me is just not true.” He explains.
“I don’t buy it. I’ve heard about all the stuff you’ve done, all the women you’ve been involved with. You’re not going to make my daughter one of your playthings.” You had never heard your dad speak in such a tone. He was beyond upset and you knew Elvis also had a temper and did not want to see how this would clash into a disaster.
“Alright that’s enough,” you say firmly, standing up and throwing your napkin on the table.
You look at Elvis’ intense stare that he’s thrown at your dad, his jaw clenched, then he slowly releases it as he takes a deep breath before he’s about to speak again.
“Sir, with respect, that is not what I am here to do. I will not pretend that I am a perfect man by any means. But I am not this monster you have painted in your head. Your daughter means so much to me. I wouldn’t be here right now if that was not the case. She makes me want to be a better man,” he says sweetly, looking at you and smiling when he says this.
The table remains quiet as they process the words that just came out of Elvis Presley’s mouth.
You too are in shock and are overwhelmed by emotion. His words calm any doubt that may be roaming around in your head.
He can’t actually be falling for you…
Grabbing his bicep, you pull him up from his chair and drag him to the door. You hear your family’s cries not wanting you to leave but you can’t stand another second with them.
“No, I’m leaving. You couldn’t even give him a chance and just start acting like children. I’m done. This was supposed to be a nice celebratory dinner but now you’ve ruined it!”
You turn to leave and get judging looks from other customers in the restaurant but you didn’t care. The warm June air hits your face and you are grateful for the fresh air. The pit in your stomach grows and instantly regret taking Elvis here.
You see Jerry parked in the front and he runs out to get the car door for you. You quickly jump in the back seat and sit down, hugging your knees to your chest and letting the tears fall.
A few moments later the car door opens again and without looking up, you know it’s Elvis.
You continue to let the tears fall. This entire day has been such a rollercoaster you just need to let it all out.
You feel his hand on your shoulder and can feel yourself melt into him.
“Honey, I-I-I’m so sorry about all that. That was a lot,” he admits.
You nod your head in agreement and sniffle.
“Do you want to get something to eat with me?” He asks softly.
Wiping the remaining tears from your face, you agree and the car starts to drive away.
A few minutes pass by and you reach the hotel he’s staying at. It is one of the nicest in Austin and the nerves take over your body. The idea of being in a room alone with Elvis again doesn’t sit with you well but you know he won’t do anything you don’t want.
Elvis is a bit nervous too walking you up to his suite, looking over his shoulder to make sure you’re following him. He can’t stop playing with his rings and shaking his leg as the elevator cart takes a while to get to the top floor.
He grabs the phone and orders you two some food. He orders your favorite; waffles topped with strawberries with a side of crispy bacon, pesto pasta sprinkled with parmesan cheese, and apple pie.
He remembered your favorites…
Fuck, stop romanticizing every little thing he does.
You both eat in silence, for once you don’t mind it. You really needed to figure things out and what your next move is going to be.
Are you going to fully believe his words are genuine and start over and give this relationship a try?
You get lost in your own head, trying to figure out what the best path may be for you.
After finishing dinner, you move to the couch and wrap a blanket around yourself. Elvis goes to the other side of the couch and sits down, giving you your space.
“I just need a second to process everything, Elvis. Today was a lot,” you admit self consciously, “I’m sorry if things aren’t going to go back to how they were right away,”
“Please, don’t be sorry. Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here.”
You put on the tv to drown out some of your thoughts and put on an old western. Elvis was enamored with the movie and admitted how he loves these types of movies. You tried to pay attention to the movies but your head was everywhere else. You replayed all the things he said to you in the limo. Would things be different if you had waited for Elvis to get out of the shower that night? For him to explain himself how he truly felt? It's all too late for you to know the truth of what that path would have looked like.
It was getting late and your eyes started to get heavy.
“I think I’m going to go to bed now Elvis. I’m pretty tired.” He stands up and nods his head.
“Okay darlin, you’re taking my bed,” he says matter of factly.
“Oh no you don’t have to do that I’ll be fine right here,” you assure him.
He reaches out his hand for you, “No I can’t let that happen. You need a good night's rest,”
Too tired to argue anymore, you finally give in and take his hand as he leads you to the bedroom.
The large suite had a king-sized bed and a couch by the window. He pulls back the covers for you and steps to the side. A bit of anxiety fills you as the thought of him sleeping with you again makes you nervous. He sees this uneasy look in your eye and he backs away, “I’m going to sleep on the couch here, or I’ll sleep in the living room whatever you would like,” he says sweetly.
There was something comforting though having him in the same room while you slept and didn’t mind him at a distance.
“You can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” you say sheepishly. “Can I have something to sleep in?”
He searches through his drawers quickly and finally pulled out one of his pajama tops.
“I don’t have anything else other than this. It’ll probably be a night gown on you,” he notes.
“Thank you,” your voice in a hushed whisper and turn to go to the bathroom. He was right though, the top was long enough to be a night gown and almost reached your knees. Looking in the mirror, you notice the embroidered EP initials on the pocket on your left breast.
“Look at that, he’s marked you as his. He’s made you his again whether you like it or not,” your brain screams.
Going back into the bedroom, you also see Elvis has changed and is sitting down on the couch. You climb back into the huge bed and get the pillows situated with how you like them. You feel his eyes on you, inspecting every move of yours. You’re too scared to look into his eyes, too afraid you’ll give in to anything he wants.
You turn on your side facing away from him and take a deep breath.
“Goodnight, darlin’,” he says quietly.
You feel the tears well in your eyes and squeeze them shut, trying to block out the overwhelming events of the day and his voice luring you in to melt for him.
The Vegas light blind you, up in the 29th floor of the International, you make your way through the party, trying to find a familiar face. Suddenly, you feel a hand reach for your arm and pull you to the side of the crowd. The strong, powerful frame pulls you into their chest and wraps their arms around you and you can’t help but smile.
You pull away and see the face of the man holding you.
You look into the eyes of your ex boyfriend. But he’s different, he looks like a very different version of him in a way and you stand there confused. You push him away abruptly and stare at him wide eyed.
“There you are I’ve been looking all over for you,” he exclaims pulling you back into his arms.
You dart your eyes into the crowd, searching and scanning for Elvis. He’s nowhere to be found and you wiggle out of your ex’s arms.
“Where’s… where’s Elvis,” you mumble.
“Elvis?” He says confused. “Why do you care about Elvis? He’s probably just mingling with his girls. Thought you hated that guy.”
You shoot him a confused look, not grasping what is going on.
You push through the crowd, looking for a glimpse of him. Reaching the other side of the suite, you see the top of his head by the window sill. The closer you get, you feel your stomach drop when you see what he’s doing. He has a blonde in his lap, his mouth whispering sweet nothings in her ear and his hand stuck underneath her dress.
You stare, watching him make minuscule motions under her dress, like he did to you before.
Another punch in the gut.
He catches your gaze and his eyes grow cold.
“Can I help you with something,” he says shortly.
Your heart races and can’t form any coherent words.
“Elvis, I-I-I miss you,” you stutter.
“I don’t even know you, please leave me alone,” he snaps. He pulls the blonde in his arms closer and starts to kiss up and down her neck.
You feel bile start to form in your throat and have to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.
Tears covered your face as you wake up gasping for breath. You sob uncontrollably, terrified of the thought of never having Elvis in your life. Your eyes scan the pitch black room, unaware of your surroundings. You feel a slight sweat cover your body and you kick the covers back with your feet.
The glimpse of your life if you had never met Elvis made you feel sick. It was an absolute nightmare. You realize how Elvis was a blessing to be put into your life and it would never be the same if he hadn’t seen you. If you and Cicily had never got the idea to go to Vegas, would that be what your life looked like now? Would you be that miserable?
“Darlin’ what’s going on?” You hear Elvis’ deep voice break the silence of the room. Your entire body jolts at the sound of him and can’t make out where his voice is coming from.
Suddenly the lamp switches on and gives the room a dim light. You turn and see Elvis’ worried face as he sits on the edge of the bed.
You wipe the tears rolling in your cheek and try to speak.
“I-I-I, oh God. It was terrible. Just awful,” you gap.
“Baby, take deep breaths. Tell me what’s wrong,” he says calmly.
You take a couple deep breaths from your nose and try to collect yourself.
“You didn’t know me, didn’t want me,” you stifle out.
“What? Honey I don’t understand,” he says gently.
“My dream, no it was like a nightmare. You didn’t want me. You were with another woman and I… oh God I was with my ex. Oh, it was awful Elvis. You didn’t know me. It was like we never met,” you sob into your hands.
Elvis squeezes his eyes shut and let’s out a slow distraught sigh. Your tears won’t seem to stop flowing and you reach out for his hand. He opens his eyes once again and pulls you into his arms. You let out a slight squeak with how firm he’s being but suddenly, you lose all your reservations and let your body melt into his.
You sigh, missing this kind of contact with him was so intense and you clutch onto his shoulders tighter like he’s going to fly away.
“Shh baby, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he coos. He runs his hand in your hair, soothing you and rubbing your back with his other hand. It feels so perfect. Like another dream but based on your heart rate and your tears falling in your face, you know this is real.
“Don’t leave me, please,” you plead in his ear.
He hums lightly, “I’m all yours baby. I promise,” he says low as his hands travel to your face and holds you there. His thumb wipes away the remaining tears on your face and you look into those perfect blue pools of eyes he has. They were mesmerizing. Almost like it’s the first time you’re seeing them and you were falling all over again.
His eyes look over your face, down from your forehead, to your nose, to your parted lips. His hand slips to the back of your neck and holding you there.
“I’m yours,” he whispers as he leans in and crashes his lips into yours.
You gasp but your lips are hungry for him and kiss him with a new fervor you haven’t experienced yet. You take ahold his face too and push him closer wanting him to kiss you more than what he’s giving you.
You start to become breathless again, each kiss becoming more and more passionate and your body buzzing with need. You feel a surge of boldness run through you and you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues crash over each other and explore your needy mouth.
You feel a small growl come from his chest as his tongue goes deeper inside you. Your other hand trails down his back, wanting to rip his pajamas off as quickly as possible. You feel your core begin to throb and your wetness start to pool in your thin lace panties.
He pulls away slowly, trying to catch his breath too and looks at you with sincerity.
“Baby, baby we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he admits. He takes his hands off of you and gets off the bed and walks toward the couch. He puts his hands on his hips and lets out a deep breath, looking out the window at the city before him.
You squeeze your legs together, trying to stop the impeding throbbing in your core.
“Elvis,” you whimper softly.
He looks back at you, his eyes soft and concerned.
He walks back toward you and your eyes trail down to see his hard cock straining in his pants.
Fuck how does he look this good.
You quickly look away and press your lips together.
“I um… I want you. Make me yours,” you plead.
He takes a deep breath and his face is written full of conflicting emotions.
“Baby, no. I-I-I mean, you don’t have to. Really I don’t want to rush you.”
Your eyes plead for him, you want him to take care of every single need your body has.
“Elvis, please I need you,” you say and watch as his eyes light up.
“You need me…” he says in almost disbelief.
You nod your head, needing him more than anything to tame this need you have for him.
His chest begins to heave and leans his legs against the bed.
“More than anything baby, I need you. Remember the first night you saw me? How you wanted to fuck me against the window for everyone to watch. I want it like that,” you beg. His eyes widen and a small groan comes from his throat. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything but just looks at you speechless.
“Please baby, I want you to fuck me, show me how much you missed me,” you beg, reaching out and placing a hand on his hardened length and slowly start to rub him. His eyes become lust filled, seeing the need in you grow more. He give you a small smirk and leans in to your hand.
More wetness pooled in your panties and seep through, causing it to trickle down your leg. You grab his hand and have him feel the arousal leaking out of you.
“Okay gonna take real good care of you darlin’. Make you feel so good,” he growls. You moan with need and his hands trail over your chest.
He starts to unbutton each button on your shirt and pull it off your frame. You unintentionally shake at the feeling of his fingertips dancing upon your skin. He carefully leans you back onto the bed and kisses you intensely, lightly caressing your breasts in his hands making you moan by just his touch.
Elvis sinks to his knees and pulls your body to the edge of the bed. Your heart thumps wildly and you sit up on your elbows to watch what he’s doing to you. He peels off your soaked panties and he cusses when he sees how wet you’ve become.
“Fuck mama,” he mutters. Your legs continue to shake and he wraps his hands on the tops of your thighs, holding you still and spreading your legs open wider.
“I’m gonna take care of you honey, don’t you worry,” he assures you.
You let out a whimper and wait for him to take what he wants. In a swift motion, his mouth makes contact with your dripping cunt. His tongue licks and sucks feverishly, not giving you any time to get used to his mouth on you. He flattens his tongue through your folds, licking in a long hard strip, and moaning when he tastes you.
“Mmm, god,” he moans in you.
His grip on your thighs become tighter, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. He sucks on your throbbing clit, making your hips buck off the bed as you cry out for him. He sucks on it, then laps his tongue to your entrance and repeats the motions.
You missed his mouth on you, making you squirm with every lick and suck. The way he’s eating you is like he’s ever done it before. You would think he’s a starved man on a deserted island and you are his only source of replenishment. Your core continues to throb and ache for him to give you more.
His tongue enters your core and he groans deeply, moving it in and out you, lapping up all the wetness spilling out of you. Suddenly his tongue dips lower, licking your puckered hole then back up through your folds and on your clit.
“Elvissss, oh fuck,” you hiss.
He lets out a pleased sigh and looks up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Please do that again,” you plead.
He hums lightly and nods his head at you. He bends your legs up toward your chest and goes back to work. His tongue rolls and laps at your entrance, making your hips buck up into his face. His tongue goes lower and laps at your hole, causing you to groan and pull at his hair.
“Agh, yes, baby,” you moan.
He gets you right the edge, your body is shaking and pulsing with his tongue all over your most sensitive areas, licking through your swollen folds and throbbing clit, then down to your ass. He focuses on your sensitive bud, suckling with intensity making you cry out for him. He groans against you causing a nice vibration to form that makes you want to come apart on his face. Without you noticing, he carefully slips a finger in your entrance and pumps it in and out. His long finger reaches the spot you like the most and you push your hips forward, making yourself get closer to your orgasm. He slips in another finger, pumping it in and out of you faster and rubs your other hole with his thumb in slow circles.
“What baby girl? You don’t like this?” He tantalizes, continuing to tease your holes.
“Oh God, it feels so good I-I-I’m gonna cum,” you gasp.
“Mmm yes let me see you cum,” he moans, giving your clit one last suck.
He looks at you with that classic mischievous grin on his face and curls his fingers deeper, hitting your G-spot where he knows you won’t be able to hold back from squirting. Your eyes roll in the back of your head and you let yourself enjoy this pleasure he’s giving you. This was the thing your body was wanting the most and you had no fight in you like before. You wanted him to take care of every last need you had. He groans watching your wetness spill out of your pussy and feels your walls throb. You writhe on the bed, feeling that familiar feeling come back to you and you can’t hold back any longer. A clear stream sprays out of you and onto his chest, he moans and continues to ravage you with his fingers. More squirts out of you and your body feels tingly from head to toe.
Elvis swiftly pulls his fingers out of you and stands up, looming over you with sexual charisma dripping off of him. He takes off his pajamas, wiping the wetness off his face and chest. He looks like absolute perfection and he is staring at you in awe too. He wraps his arm around your back and lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around him and he carries you to the window.
You feel the coldness of the window hit your back and grunt with the sudden forcefulness. He presses himself against your body, his cock resting on your dripping heat. The window sill ledge that runs across the middle of the panel rests below your ass and he looks over you with your begging eyes. He takes his cock in his hand and lines it up to your entrance.
His beautiful blue eyes stare seductively into yours and he tightens his grip on your thighs.
“Elvis, please,” you whimper, scratching at his back, holding onto him for dear life.
He pushes his tip in, making both of you groan, not having this contact in so long you both can barely keep it together.
“Oh mama, fuck you feel so good already,” he says in your ear.
He starts to put more inside you slowly, inch by inch, making your dripping cunt squelch with each movement. He’s so controlled with how he moves his hips, still hitting the perfect spot inside you. The throbbing inside you hasn’t subsided and has only increased by the second.
You squeeze your eyes shut, letting all the sensations he’s giving you run through your body. Feeling how perfect he moves his hips makes you want to come apart any second now. The more he pushes his length into you, your eyes roll back and you turn your face away from him gasping for air. You suddenly feel his hand on your jaw, holding your chin too look at him directly in the eye.
“Look at me when I fuck you, honey. Let me see how much you like this,” he groans. You moan, unable to disobey his command. He starts to fuck you harder, plunging his entire length inside you with his jaw slacked, watching you moan for him.
“Is this what you wanted baby? You wanted my cock deep inside you?” he grunts. You whimper at him and can’t form any other words but nod your head at him.
“Such a good fucking slut. Such a good girl,” he praises as he bucks his hips into you hard and fast. You muffle a scream, pressing your lips together, holding back his name that is on the tip of your tongue.
“Let me hear you scream my name baby,” he growls possessively.
“Elvissss, oh god, Elvis,” you cry.
He puts his foot up on the window ledge as leverage and continues to pound his hips into you, almost knocking the breath out of you. Your walls began to flutter and he can feel you’re close. You scratch at his back, causing him to groan and fuck you faster.
“Cum for me baby,” he says breathlessly. You gasp and feel your orgasm wash over you, squeezing his hard length, feeling your arousal increase and deep out of you. He moans with you, keeping the same pace he’s set. You see stars when you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling like you’re on another planet with him. He watches your face get washed over with pleasure, moaning his name with each thrust.
You open your eyes again, looking into his and you pull at his hair causing him to grunt.
“Keep fucking me,” you moan.
“Aw hell baby,” he grunts.
He can’t last much longer, his pace is starting to become frantic and wants to chase the high with you.
You feel his length deep inside of you start to twitch and he holds onto you even tighter. He groans when he finally lets it all go and cums deep inside you. You both groan and hold onto each other. He pants in your ear, telling you how good this feels.
He picks you up away from the window, wrapping your legs around him and he turns back to the bed. He lays you down gently, covering you with kisses. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the closeness of him. He gently pulls out of you, and places his fingers on your swollen folds and moans. You jump at touch, too overstimulated by the entire night you just had.
“Fuck you’re perfect,” he coos, rubbing the arousals that are leaking out of you and plunging his fingers back into you. You cry out, arching your back against the bed and claw at his forearm.
He pulls his fingers out of you and hold his face in your hands, making him look at you.
“All yours honey,” you whisper. He hums pleased by your words.
“I’m so happy you’re here.” He says.
It feels like you both are laying there while the earth stops spinning. Just you and him. Everything feels perfect.
“Darlin’?” He says almost in a whisper.
Your heart feels like it skipped a beat and you look into his eyes, seeing the soft, boyish charm washing over his face, so fragile and insecure.
He waits for your response, holding your face in his hand, feeling your heart beat out of your chest…
