Summary: On Ellie’s first day back after graduating from Langston, she and Colt attend a sideshow and do some serious sinning. (NSFW)
Notes: This fic is for a request from @desiree-0816 using this prompt:
“You want to pray to a god?” She spread her arms. “Here I am.”
“You’re not my-”
“Ah ah, none of that. Blasphemy is punishable by death, and trust me, you’ll look much better kneeling.”
As you can guess from the prompt, it’s real smutty and sacrilegious. It also takes place after my Finding You fic. Enjoy!
Colt’s hand tightened around Ellie’s as they made their way through the sideshow, surrounded by the purr of muscle cars. The excitement in the air was almost tangible, the crackle of possibilities that could unfold over the course of a night. Anything could happen.
It had for Ellie.
As she made her way through the crowd, she couldn’t help but think about the last sideshow she’d attended. The only one, in fact, before this one. She’d arrived with Logan, unsure of what she was in for, and had, unknowingly, met the love of her life.
“Have I told you how sorry I am that we have to be here on your first night back?” Colt asked, bringing his mouth closer to her ear, his fingers ghosting over her lower back as they stopped at the end of a long line of cars.
“First of all, I’ve already told you that I don’t mind,” Ellie said with a grin. “Being here kind of feels like I’ve come full circle.”
“A little better than full circle, I hope,” Colt said as he took her left hand, fingertips gently tweaking the diamond ring on her finger.
“I guess,” Ellie said with an exaggerated sigh. Colt pinched her side, making her squeal as she tried to twist away. “Okay, okay, it’s better,” she said with a laugh. “However…”
“However?”
“However, I reserve the right to change my mind…but only so you can make it up to me later.”
Colt smirked and slipped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer. “Trust me, I already have plans for you when we get home to welcome you back to LA as well as celebrate your graduation.”
“I thought we already celebrated my graduation,” Ellie said with a grin, heat rising within her at the memory of them tangled in the sheets of his hotel room in the early morning hours of her graduation day at Langston.
“I’m not allowed to prolong the celebration?” Colt murmured as he leaned in to kiss her neck just below her ear. Ellie let herself close her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the touch of his lips as his fingertips lightly traced the bare skin below the hem of her short skirt.
“Hey, Kaneko.”
Ellie opened her eyes to see a man she didn’t recognize approaching them. Colt groaned and pulled himself away from her with considerable effort before turning to face the new arrival.
“What?” he asked.
“Sorry,” the guy said, looking a little sheepish at having interrupted them. “But you said you wanted to do this now, and I have to go soon and—“
“It’s fine,” Colt said, holding up his hand to cut him off. He turned back to Ellie. “You good for a minute?”
“Of course,” Ellie said as she squeezed his hand. “Go.”
Colt left and Ellie turned her attention back to the sideshow. She wandered through the rows of cars and didn’t miss the occasional whisper or point in her direction. Over the last year, Colt had been working hard to build the Mercy Park Crew back up while rebuilding the garage, and it was clear his hard work was paying off. As she leaned over to examine an engine, Ellie was a little surprised by how natural it felt to be there. Four years ago, she never would’ve thought she’d fit in at a sideshow—hell, she hadn’t even known what a sideshow was, let alone how to drive—but now, Ellie found she reveled in the quiet attention she received as the fiancee of Colt Kaneko. His ride or die. Colt might be one of the most powerful men there, but everyone knew he belonged to her.
It made her feel powerful. Sexy.
Ellie wandered around until she reached the edge of the dance floor. She stopped, watching the dancers on the floor. The bodies melted into one another, moving in synch to the beat of the music. Ellie smiled to herself a little as she watched, remembering how she’d danced with Logan all those years ago, but her eyes had been on Colt. Always on Colt.
She felt an arm snake around her waist, the sleeve of a leather jacket slightly brushing against the bare line of skin between her top and skirt.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey.” Colt’s kiss on her shoulder was feather-light and sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. “Having fun?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking about the last time I was at one of these things,” Ellie said.
“Oh, right,” Colt said. “When you were here with that guy.”
“Logan was one of the first people you sought out when you started rebuilding the crew, and now he’s been demoted to ‘that guy?’” Ellie asked as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
“He is when it comes to you.”
“Colt, come on, you can’t honestly still be jealous,” Ellie said, amused.
“Nah,” Colt said, although Ellie wasn’t entirely sure she believed him. “I just wish I’d handled things differently when we met. I thought you were so incredibly beautiful and I wanted to ask you to dance, but…”
“But instead you were a complete asshole?”
Colt laughed. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”
“Clearly, things turned out alright, wouldn’t you say?” Ellie asked as she held up her left hand. Colt smiled and took her hand in his, turning it to kiss her palm.
“Which reminds me…” Colt said as he let go of her hand, tracing his fingertips along the bare skin at her waist. “Have you given any more thought to setting a date?”
“I told you I wanted to wait until I graduated,” Ellie reminded him.
“And now you have.”
“As of three days ago.”
“Ellie, I would’ve married you the second you picked up that diploma,” Colt said.
She turned in his arms, running her hands through his hair before planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
“You know, if you really want a do over of the night we met…we’re at a sideshow. And there’s music. And dancing. And ‘that guy’ is nowhere in sight.”
Colt grinned at her. “You definitely don’t look lost like you did before.”
“Of course I don’t,” Ellie said as she stepped backwards towards the dance floor, tugging Colt with her. “I know where I belong.”
Colt and Ellie melded into the crowd and began to dance, quickly falling into an easy, sensuous rhythm together.
“I’m still not much of a dancer,” he said, leaning in close to her ear to be heard over the music.
“Me neither,” Ellie said with a shrug. “But I know what feels good, and being back here with you feels good.”
Colt gently tugged her hips closer until they were flush with his as they danced, the music pulsing around them. She turned in his arms, his chest pressing against her back as she reached up to wrap her arm back around his neck.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to contain myself,” he warned in a low voice, one hand sliding down her leg to the hem of her skirt.
“Maybe that’s the idea,” she teased, pressing her hips back against his.
“What happened to the innocent girl I met four years ago?” he asked, groaning slightly as he tightened his grip on her.
“She grew up. Is that a problem?”
“Absolutely not,” Colt said. “I never thought you could get sexier, but I love your confidence and your take charge attitude.”
“Good, because there’s more where this came from.”
“God, I fucking hope so.”
Ellie suddenly remembered something she saw while wandering around the sideshow. “Hey, I have an idea.”
“Does it involve going home immediately so I can fuck you senseless?”
“You’ll see.”
Ellie took Colt’s hand in hers and laced her fingers between his as she led him off the dance floor. They made their way through the sideshow before ducking away from the action towards a nearby building.
“A church?” Colt asked skeptically as she tugged his hand and pulled him up the stairs to the front doors.
“You wanted to take me to church, right?” she asked, winking at him as they reached the doors. She tugged on the handle and grinned when she found it unlocked.
“I mean, I was talking about getting married…”
“I have a better idea for the short-term.”
The church was quiet, almost obscenely so after the noise and thumping bass of the sideshow. There were a few candles flickering at the base of various saint statues, but otherwise the church was mostly dark, illuminated only by a few safety lights and the streetlights filtering in through the stained glass windows.
“How did you know it was unlocked?” Colt asked as Ellie led him around the side towards two wooden stalls.
“I didn’t. But I did know that I didn’t want to wait until we got home to have you.”
When they reached the confessional, Ellie pulled aside the curtain and stepped inside, tugging Colt in after her. He grinned and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, hands sliding down along her curves as she knotted her hands in his hair. She felt one of his hands grazing the bare skin of her legs before sliding up between her legs.
“Fuck, Ellie,” Colt breathed when he touched bare skin instead of the panties he’d expected. He gently teased her damp folds with the tips of his fingers, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “I feel like I should be atoning for my sins instead of creating new ones.”
“You want to pray to a god?” Ellie asked as she spread her arms in the small space. “Here I am.”
Colt quirked up an eyebrow at her. “You’re not my—”
“Ah ah, none of that. Blasphemy is punishable by death, and, trust me, you’ll look much better kneeling.”
“Fuck it,” Colt breathed, dropping to his knees as he pulled her down onto the small bench. He knelt before her and pushed her legs apart, causing her knees to knock against the wooden confines of the confessional with a quiet thud. Ellie leaned back against the wall and her shoulders pulled away almost immediately as Colt immediately dragged his tongue across her, parting her lips. His calloused fingers dragged across the smooth skin of her thighs, exciting her even more as he brought them closer to her.
“Oh, Colt, fuck…” Ellie gasped as he slid two fingers inside her.
“Be quiet, I’m praying,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice making her moan softly as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer.
Colt was unrelenting, pulling her closer to the edge before backing off, riling her up before letting her come down. Ellie could feel the pressure building, every nerve poised to give way to release, but he kept retreating just before she came.
“Colt…please…”
No sooner had the words left her lips when he doubled down his efforts on her until she came, hips bucking against his mouth as he kept his tongue pinned to her, pushing her climax further and further until she screamed out his name, shattering the silence of the church.
Colt sat back on his heels, lazily sucking his fingers as he met her eyes in the darkened confessional. He smirked at her. “How was that for an offering?”
“Oh my god…” Ellie said, her breathing heavy.
“Yes?”
She laughed and nudged him with her knee. “Very funny.”
Colt grinned as he stood up, leaning in to kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue, exciting her.
“Switch spots with me,” she said.
“Are you sure you can stand?” Colt asked, smirking again as he helped her to her feet.
“The real question is, will you be able to when I’m done with you?” Ellie asked as they slid past each other in the tight space. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed gently until he sat down. Ellie knelt down in front of him, running her hands up his thighs and over the hardness in his jeans before reaching for his belt. She took her time unbuckling it before slowly unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his fly. He lifted his hips slightly as she tugged at the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs, pulling them down enough to free his hard cock from its confines. Colt groaned as she ran her tongue up the length of him before swirling it around the head. Then she slowly took him into her mouth, pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock as she gently squeezed his balls with her hand.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to remember my own name,” Colt groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. Ellie hummed quietly as she took him deeper, eyes watering slightly as he reached the back of her throat. “Oh, fuck, El…”
Before long, Ellie felt Colt tugging at her arm, pulling her up and away.
“I want to come inside you,” he whispered, voice ragged. “I’m close.”
Ellie straddled him on the small bench, her knees barely fitting on either side of his narrow hips. She reached down, guiding him into her.
“Colt…” she moaned softly as he filled her, nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as he guided her hips up and down his length. “I love when you say my name.”
He began to move with her, slowly thrusting up into her as she rode him, his hand firmly against her lower back to steady her. With each push Ellie could feel herself getting close again and she moved faster, tightening her grip on him.
“Colt…I’m—“ she started to say before she felt the wave crash within her. Colt kissed her, hard, swallowing her ecstatic exultation as she came, pounding harder into her as she came around him before quickly following her with his own release.
“Fuck,” he finally said, dropping his head back against the wall of the confessional as his shaking arms held her tightly to him.
“You’re swearing in a church? How inappropriate,” Ellie said, still trying to catch her breath. Colt laughed, kissing her sweaty brow.
“At this point, I’m surprised neither of us has been struck by lightning,” he said.
They stayed there for several minutes, tangled in one another’s embrace, until Ellie finally stood on shaking legs and tugged her skirt back down while Colt readjusted his clothes.
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ellie said.
“Am I going to like what this is about?”
“You want to set a date, right?”
He stared at her in the darkened confessional, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You want to set one now? Like right this minute?”
“I was thinking…Vegas is only about four hours from LA,” she said. “Are you up for a drive?”
“You want to go now?” Colt asked.
“I don’t want to wait any longer to marry you,” Ellie said, gently cupping his face in her hands.
“Are you sure? I figured you would’ve wanted a big church wedding or something,” Colt said.
She shrugged. “I’m more interested in what comes after the wedding. Why, do you want a big church wedding?”
“No,” Colt said. “And I’m pretty sure that after tonight, we’re not exactly ‘church wedding people.’”
“I mean, we’ve defiled a religious church—why not give the church of Elvis a try?” Ellie asked. Colt grinned and kissed her.
“Let’s go.”
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