Chapter 32 #2
I’ve worked my ass off, late nights, took shitty cases, small and big, to get to where I am today, and years later, I’m reaping the benefits and using them to help others who are less fortunate.
I don’t criticize or resent anyone for their life choices because I understand that it takes all kinds to make the world go round.
While Sapphire’s parents may have an opinion and have made assumptions about men like me in suits, I admire Sapphire’s mom and dad for sticking to their beliefs and never wavering.
“I think they’d hate my penthouse.” I stab at a guess.
“They would, and they’d label it as obnoxious.” She rubs her tired eyes, then lets out a long yawn before continuing. “My dad thinks my mid-town terrace is unnecessary.” She lets out a pft.
My four-bedroom penthouse is unnecessary too, and much too big for me, but I like being thirty stories high up here, almost touching the clouds, away from the hustle and bustle below.
“I don’t think your mid-town terrace is obnoxious,” I tell her.
“Neither do I. And I love your penthouse, Elijah. It’s gorgeous, and Ghost has slept all night on the heated tiled floor in your en suite.” She sounds genuinely happy at how well Ghost has made himself at home.
When I got up to pee, I almost tripped over him. “I thought he was dead.” He sleeps on his back, legs spread, arms above his head like a goddamn starfish.
“He is weird, right?” she asks in dazed wonder.
“Yeah.” Also silly, and perfect for Sapphire.
She pulls the comforter around her neck, then sits up and perches herself on my lap, looking out to where the ocean meets the horizon. “You’re so lucky, Elijah.”
My parents have only ever called me Elijah; everyone calls me Eli, and I never liked my full name before.
But the way Sapphire says it, like she’s breathing my name out of her mouth, her pronunciation of the last three letters, the “jah,” she makes it sound soft and sexy. I want to hear her say it always.
Sapphire rises from my knee, leaving me missing her already.
She strolls to the edge of the balcony and leans on the glass.
“What a view.” She sighs, talking to herself more than me, the comforter dropping from her shoulders, draping low, exposing the bare skin of her back all the way down to the bottom of her spine.
“It’s a great view.” I’m not referring to the ocean or the sunrise. It’s all her.
As if she gets my meaning, she glances back at me over her shoulder, a slow, teasing smile playing on her lips. “Do you like what you see, Elijah?”
Fuck. Using the sweet tone of hers to say my name already has my dick half erect and ready to go again.
She’s an addiction I can’t live without.
Her eyes linger on me, a hint of mischief there.
In a soft whisper of invitation, she lowers the comforter further, her perfect ass—another part of her I’m obsessed with—peeking out until she sheds it completely, letting it pool around her feet.
Fully naked, her curves silhouette around the sunshine, highlighting every sinful curve and inch of skin I kissed and licked last night and want to do all over again.
“Touch yourself, baby,” I instruct, sitting back in my chair, lifting my ass to remove my boxers.
Her hand moves from the railing to between her legs, tilting her head to the side and moaning when her fingers touch her clit.
“Spread your legs for me, let me see.” As obedient as always, something I didn’t think she would be as she’s usually so argumentative and talkative, she does it without question, widening her legs, arching her back, and wiggling her butt at me, her fingers rubbing her clit in the way she likes.
Those soft sighs of hers have my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her again.
Unable to peel my eyes away, I watch as she moves her fingers, pleasuring herself, and I wrap my hand around my hard cock, running my thumb around my head to coat my shaft and wet it, preparing to fuck my hand.
Her eyes flick over her shoulder, that smirk of hers tempting me to dart over there, push her to her knees and stuff her mouth full of my cock.
She knows what she’s doing.
“Fill that pretty pussy with your fingers for me, Sapphire.” I drag my hand up and down my shaft, my cock aching, my slit leaking with precum.
This woman has me shook.
Sapphire inserts one finger into her pussy, then another, my hand moving up and down my cock in time with her in and out motion.
She’s so fucking wet for me, her fingers shiny with her juices, almost all the way up to her knuckle.
“Elijah.” My name falls from her pretty lips as her fingers move in and out of her body, her palm rubbing her clit in tight circles.
“You look beautiful like that, baby,” I tell her, the sun shining on her making her look like she’s glowing.
A fucking angel.
My angel.
Mine.
She stalls for a heartbeat, her eyes never leaving my cock, watching as I jerk myself much faster now, licking her lips like she wishes it was her mouth around my dick.
“Who told you to stop?” I ask, narrowing my eyes to slits in warning, my chest heaving in and out, on the verge of blowing my load.
“Sorry,” she whispers, her cheeks flushed, her pussy lips swollen. Her fingers move, quicker, her back arching as her orgasm begins to build.
That’s all it takes to have me barreling toward her, my hand over hers on the railing, the other on her hand on her clit, aligning my cock at her entrance.
It all happens so quickly because we’re so desperate for each other, impatient and frantic.
She bends at the waist to let me in, pushing herself onto my cock, and we have to steady ourselves for a second, relishing the feel of each other, my hot cock filling her tight and wet pussy as if perfectly molded for her.
“I’ve imagined you bent over my balcony like this so many times. Stuffing you full of my cock, just like this.” My thrusts are neither gentle nor dignified.
“Yes,” she agrees on a needy breath, her voice ragged, our hands moving together over her clit to chase her release.
“But you were wearing your fuck-me cowboy boots.”
“Next time,” she cries.
Next time.
This girl has my brain snapping.
Next time.
“Fuck yeah.” I push in and out from behind as she pushes back, urging me to fuck her harder.
I remove my hand from hers which is still on her clit and wrap my hand around the railing to give me more leverage.
Then we’re moving in time with one another, fucking each other in a frenzy, my hand now on her hip, the other on the railing, fucking up into her, thrusting hard and fast, our bodies covered in a faint sheen of perspiration from the exertion.
Her hot ass, tight body, and luscious curves have my balls drawing upward and heat zipping up and down my spine.
“Spank me, Eli,” she begs, panting.
Fuck me, it’s like she knows exactly what turns me on and what I like in the bedroom without me saying it out loud. “Not now.”
“Why?” She sounds like a petulant child, her little moans desperate, released in staggered breaths.
“Because we need to sit and talk about that first, build trust, and lead into that. Yes?”
That seems to appease her, my cock moving in and out of her, making her more agreeable than usual. “Okay. But that’s something I want to do.”
“Fucking hell, Sapphire,” I roar. Knowing she wants me to spank her has all the blood rushing to the end of my cock. “Now come, Sapphire, come, fucking now. Come all over my cock.” I keep slamming into her without relent as I’m about to explode.
“Yes, Elijah.” She takes instruction so well, and eagerly tightens the walls of her pussy around my cock.
Then we’re coming together, barreling into ecstasy, moaning and groaning each other’s names, without a flying fuck if anyone can hear us from below.
We’re so high up that they probably don’t hear, but from the top floor of my apartment building, the one I own, I’m sure someone must have. Sapphire’s screams are so loud, I’m amazed they don’t hear all the way down to the beach, which is less than half a mile away.
My vision blacks out and becomes spotty as I come harder than I thought possible because it’s only her who can make my world feel like it’s spinning at a hundred miles an hour. My legs feel weak, as does the ground beneath me, and my body trembles to the core; I can hardly catch my breath.
In a dream-like state, slowly, I move in and out of her, filling her with the last of my release, Sapphire slumped over the railing, her body completely exhausted.
I wait for her to come back to herself, her breathing nearly normal as I fully withdraw from her body and drop to my knees, her beautiful ass in my face.
I gasp at the sight of my cum spilling out of her needy pussy.
The thought of her full of my baby does things to my heart I don’t fully understand. I think I might want that.
“Your pussy looks so fucking good full of my cum.” I trace a line up her inner thigh, then insert two fingers, pushing my cum back inside her.
Her breath catches, spine arching as if being controlled by invisible strings.
I pull back, letting the space between us hum, the synergy between us electric, you can almost hear it crackle.
I plant a kiss on her ass cheek when I remove my fingers, then stand to my full height, towering over her from behind.
“Straighten up,” I command, my resistance completely snapped because she makes me feel unhinged.
Then my hand is wrapped gently around her neck, holding her back firmly against my front as I lift my fingers that were just inside her to paint her lips with our combined juices.
“Taste.” I sound harsher than I feel, but I know how much she loves it when I’m firm with her. I learned that last night.
She darts her tongue out, licking her lips, moaning, closing her eyes, enjoying the flavor of us.
“Good girl.” I kiss her temple, then the delicate curve of her jaw, holding her close to me, never wanting to let go.
She’s perfect for me in ways I didn’t even realize I needed. The spark between us is undeniable, but it’s what’s beneath that truly gets to me; the way we connect, how easily she can make me laugh when no one else can. I want to spend all my days filled with everything her.
“As much as I would like to stay here with you all day, I need to get ready for work, take Ghost home, and then get to work. I have a huge week ahead, Elijah.”
“Me too.”
Pop.
And there goes our happy bubble.