Chapter 15
“Hell, yeah.” ~ Eli’s only thought
Eli
Paisley’s lips are as soft as they look. I trace her lips with my tongue.
“Let me in, Lace.”
She sighs before opening. I sink into her mouth. She tastes of coffee and sweetness with a bite of the exotic. And I can’t get enough of it. I palm her neck as I explore her. I want to memorize every inch, every crevice.
She grasps my biceps and melts into me. She isn’t a silent participant, though. Not my Paisley. Her tongue searches for mine and we duel for supremacy.
I growl and tighten my hold on her neck. I love how independent she is but in the bedroom, I’m in charge.
She doesn’t relent. Of course not. I lift her up and place her on my lap. Where she belongs.
I drag her forward until her core is pressed against my hardness. She startles before pushing away from me. “We shouldn’t be doing this. ”
Her lips are swollen from my kisses, strands of her hair have escaped her ponytail, and her glasses are askew. She’s never been more beautiful.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Why not?”
“Why not? Are you deliberately being obtuse?”
She pushes against me, but I don’t let her go. If I give her any space, she’ll flee. Not happening.
“Stay with me. Why am I being obtuse?”
She leans as far away from me as possible while still sitting in my lap and crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re going to pretend you want me?”
I lift my hips to press my hard length against her. “Biology doesn’t lie.”
She scowls at me. “There’s a difference between you physically wanting me and you emotionally wanting me.”
I nod. “Okay. Let me clear up any confusion. I want you, Paisley.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t lie to get laid. It’s beneath you.”
“I’m not lying. I want you.” She snorts. “Why don’t you believe me?”
She stares at me for a long moment and I can practically see the wheels turning in her mind. After a while, she shakes her head. “No.”
I finally have her where I want her. I’m not letting her retreat. I palm her face. “Please, Lace. Tell me why you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. ”
“Liar.” I kiss her nose. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t convince you you’re wrong.”
“You can’t convince me I’m wrong anyway.”
This is my chance. “Prove it.” Paisley loves to prove things. And she can’t resist a challenge.
“I can’t believe you don’t remember.” She huffs.
I squeeze her hips. “Don’t remember what?”
“Our date.”
She glares at me and I search my memory but I come up blank. “Our date?”
Her nostrils flare. “This is what I mean. You don’t remember.”
How can I not remember a date with Paisley? “Remind me, please.”
“I asked you to the movies. You said yes. You never showed up. End of story.”
It’s obviously not the end of the story or she wouldn’t have spent the past decade hating me. “How can I not…” I trail off when a glimpse of a memory hits me. “Wait. Was this our first semester senior year?”
She nods.
“I remember we agreed to go to the movies. But I didn’t go because I had to work. I got an extra shift last minute at the amusement park. I texted you.”
Her lips purse. “Obviously not.”
I scour my memory. “Oh shit. I forgot. My phone died and the message didn’ t go through.”
“I stood near the concession stand waiting for you for an hour. My evil stepsisters thought it was hilarious. They still haven’t stopped teasing me about it.”
I palm her face. “I’m sorry, Paisley. I didn’t realize the message hadn’t gone through until the next day. When I approached you at school to explain, you brushed me off. I thought it wasn’t a big deal to you.”
“What did you expect me to do? Cry and rant in front of the entire student population?”
“Instead, you pretended it didn’t matter. Acted like our friendship meant nothing to you.”
“And you dubbed me Paisley the Perpetual Know It All.”
I cringe. “I never should have called you that name. I was hurt and lashing out. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I didn’t show up for our date. When I realized the message hadn’t gone through, I should have insisted on explaining myself to you. I was afraid you didn’t care.”
“And then you forgot all about it.”
I squeeze her neck. “I forced it out of my mind since I didn’t want to know the girl I had a crush on didn’t care enough about me to get mad I ghosted her. Will you forgive me for being an asshole?”
She sighs. “I don’t want to forgive you but you’ve proven you’re not an asshole. You offered me this space for the brewery, you bring me coffee every morning. I just wish you’d told me you had to work the night of our date.”
“I should have, but I’m a fucking idiot.”
“Don’t expect me to disagree. ”
I bark out a laugh.
“I wasn’t joking.”
“Nope.” I kiss her nose.
She squirms and I grasp her hips. “Don’t move.”
“I want to get up.”
“My cock doesn’t understand the difference.”
She freezes. “Your cock?”
I capture her hand and lay it on my hard length. Her eyes flare. “You’re still excited?”
“Lace, you’re sitting on my lap. Naturally, I’m excited.”
“But we were having a serious conversation.”
“The only words my cock understands are yes, harder, and don’t stop.”
She licks her lips as she stares at my crotch. “Interesting. I wonder if there are other words it understands. Maybe keep going, just like that.”
I groan. “You’re not helping things.”
“Your cock twitched. I think I’m helping.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
Her nose wrinkles. “Why? You were ready to ravage me before when I thought you hated me.”
“I never hated you.”
“Yes. I realize this now. Which is why I’m interested in your cock.”
“You have to stop saying cock. He’ll never calm down if you don’t.”
“Who said I want it to calm down?”
“Lace,” I growl. “Stop teasing me. ”
She bats her eyelashes. “Or what?”
“You’re going to get fucked right here on this sofa.”
“Promises. Pro—”
I don’t let her finish. I smash my lips to hers while wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her near. I moan when her core lands on top of my hard length. My cock weeps in happiness.
I wrench my lips from hers and smatter kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “If you don’t want this, tell me.”
She grinds herself on my hardness. “I want this.”
I bite her earlobe in punishment. “You’re a little tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I put out.”
My cock twitches again. It doesn’t understand why I keep talking. Why I haven’t buried myself in Paisley’s wet heat yet. I don’t have an answer since I can’t remember why we aren’t naked and fucking either.
I squeeze Paisley’s hips. “Remove your pants.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She stands and kicks off her shoes before shoving her jeans and panties down her legs.
I expected her to blush or stumble or be shy in some way, but she’s not. My independent woman isn’t embarrassed or shy about sex. It’s fucking addicting.
“Do you have a condom or shall I get one?”
I frown. “You have condoms?”
“It’s important to be prepared for all eventualities.”
I love it when my nerdy girl comes out to play. “Grab a condom. I don’t have my wallet with me.”
She saunters to her desk and I watch her ass as it jiggles while she walks. I can’t wait to bend her over the sofa and sink into her while staring at those perfect globes. I wonder if she’d let me spank her.
“Are you going to undress?” she asks as she walks toward me. “Or would you prefer if I strip you?”
The vision of Paisley removing my clothes is appealing but I can’t wait to get inside her. I’ve waited more than a decade. I’m done waiting.
I unzip my slacks before lifting my ass to pull the material down to my thighs. My cock juts out and aims straight for Paisley. It knows what it wants.
I snag the condom from her and roll it on before patting my thighs. “Hop on.”
She lifts her t-shirt before climbing onto my lap. She straddles my thighs on her knees. I draw my hands up her inner thighs – the skin is as smooth as I’d imagined – until I reach her core. I part her lips to find her clit.
I rub circles around it until she digs her fingers into my shoulders. Damn. I should have removed my shirt. I want to feel her hands on my naked skin.
Next time.
And there will be a next time. No way am I letting this be a one and done situation. Not since I’ve realized Paisley doesn’t hate me.
“Do you want more?”
“Obviously. I’m naked and poised above you and you’re wearing a condom.”
I chuckle. I should have known she’d take my question literally. I can be literal, too .
“Do you want me to sink my fingers into your pussy?”
“Yes.”
I tease her opening with one finger. I can feel how wet she is. For me. She’s wet for me. The thought has my chest warming and my cock weeping.
“Inside,” she orders.
“You’re not in charge here.”
“I am on top.”
“I can top from the bottom.”
She opens her mouth but I don’t let her speak. I thrust two fingers into her pussy and her walls flutter around me. She’s tight and warm and wet. My cock is jealous of my fingers as I plunge in and out of her.
“Ride my fingers. Get yourself off.”
She grinds herself on my fingers and I press the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans and I do it again.
“Do you like the feel of my fingers inside of you?”
“Do. You. Need. To. Ask?” she stutters.
No, but I do enjoy the feel of her walls tightening whenever I talk dirty to her. Who would have thought my nerdy girl enjoyed dirty talk? I want to learn all there is to know about Paisley. There’s much more to her than a smart girl who wears glasses.
Speaking of glasses. I remove hers and throw them on the coffee table.
“What are you doing?”
“There’s no need for glasses when I’m going to make you blind with passion. ”
Her eyes flare. “Okay.”
“I need you to come for me, Lace. My cock wants in that pussy. I want to feel you squeezing my cock the way you’re squeezing my fingers now.”
I quicken my pace and Paisley bounces on my fingers. I add a third finger and her walls flutter.
“Come, Paisley. Come all over my hand.”
“Yes,” she moans as her climax hits her. I continue to glide in and out of her until it wanes.
I remove my fingers and position her over me.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
I notch my cock at her entrance. I start to lift up but Paisley impales herself on me.
“Fuck, Paisley,” I moan at the feel of her surrounding me.
“Fucking is precisely what we are doing.”
I chuckle even as my cock hardens further at her words. I’ve never been this turned on and amused at the same time.
Only Paisley can do this to me.