Chapter 2 #2
Using his hold on me, Elijah shifted me across his lap, bringing my upper body closer to him.
His mouth devoured my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples until I was whimpering and writhing on top of him.
The bulge of his erection nudged my pussy, and I angled my hips until my clit rubbed against the length of his cock.
Elijah groaned, releasing my hair, and gripping both of my hips in his hands. I ground my body into him, following the rhythm he set with his hands and the thrust of his dick against me.
I gasped as a spike of pleasure speared through me. I’d never had a man touch me like this. Most of my boyfriends or lovers had been gentle. Almost too much so.
But Elijah was demanding, nearly rough, and it ratcheted the tension inside me to a nearly unbearable level.
Before the climax could explode between my legs, Elijah shifted, half standing, before he twisted to toss me on the mattress.
He loomed over me, his hands smoothing over my thighs where the silky fabric clung to me. “How do we take this off?” he asked.
My only answer was to push myself up into a sitting position and reach for the short zipper on my side. He stepped back, straightening, and his hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
As I wiggled out of my dress, leaving me clad only in a pair of tiny panties, Elijah watched me as his fingers slipped the buttons free.
His shirt fell open, revealing his bare torso.
The shyness that I was beginning to feel melted away.
All I could do was stare as he stripped the material from his upper body and dropped it on the ground.
“The panties, too,” he commanded as his fingers went to the buckle of his belt.
I tucked my thumbs in the waistband and lifted my hips.
By the time I’d worked them to my ankles and tossed them aside, Elijah bent to shove his pants down.
When he straightened, he flicked his wrist, tossing a strip of condoms on the nightstand.
Distracted by the motion of his hand, I barely saw a flash of his hard cock, before he leaned forward, shoved my legs wide, and closed his mouth over my pussy.
A gasping moan escaped me, so loud that I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the next one. Without missing a beat, Elijah reached up and yanked my palm away from my lips.
“I want to hear you. Every sound you make. Every time you can’t catch your breath. Whether you’ll gasp my name or scream it when you come. All of it.”
I could feel how wide my eyes were as I stared down my body at his face. His bright blue gaze was locked on my face as he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue from my entrance to my clit, the touch featherlight.
I couldn’t control the shiver that ran through me or how my nipples beaded tighter and throbbed. He did it again, this time with the flat of his tongue, and my head fell back as a low moan escaped me.
He slowly released my wrist, as though he wanted to be sure I wouldn’t cover my mouth again.
When my fingers moved straight to his hair and pulled his face deeper into my pussy, I felt more than heard the deep sound that rumbled from his chest. Not quite a growl and not quite a laugh, the vibration speared straight through my body.
Then, he devoured me.
I wanted to watch him, to take in every sound and expression on his face, but I couldn’t lift my head to see. I was too busy shifting and squirming beneath the onslaught of his mouth, my body clenching as he slid, first one, then two fingers deep inside me.
Then, he hooked them, pressing hard against a spot that was so sensitive my entire body jolted. His mouth zeroed in on my clit—alternating between licking and suckling it until I was reduced to a babbling mess, incoherent words interspersed with broken moans and groans.
I couldn’t help it as I lifted my hips, pressing my clit deeper into his mouth, as I felt the sharp edge of my climax rising. It was coming, and it was going to be huge.
He knew it, too. His tongue flicked my clit harder as he sucked it, and his fingers worked inside me, building the pressure to an unbearable level.
“Elijah,” I whimpered.
Then, it hit me. A ragged cry tore from my throat as I convulsed on the mattress.
He moved onto the bed, cupping my hips in his hands and lifting me up until only shoulders and head rested on the bed.
My thighs locked around his face, and my entire body undulated from the force of the spasms rolling through me.
He wrapped his arms around my lower belly, pinning me against his body as he continued to torture my clit, drawing out my orgasm until it was nearly painful.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped as the orgasm built straight into another, this one so sharp and fierce that I was afraid my soul was going to leave my body permanently. “Please stop,” I begged. “I can’t. I can’t.”
It wasn’t until I cried out those words that the intensity of his mouth eased, and the movements of his lips and tongue brought me down from the mind-blowing orgasm.
Once my upper body was limp on the mattress, he slowly lowered my hips until my ass rested on his upper thighs. I felt the hard press of his cock beneath me.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at me. My chest was still heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
Holy shit.
A smirk tugged at his mouth, and I realized that, not only was I still tipsy as hell, but I’d said that out loud.
Heat rose in my cheeks, but I found myself laughing at the cocky expression he wore.
“Still a yes?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
The arrogant smirk he wore was immediately replaced with a hungry expression. He reached out, grabbing the strip of three condoms he’d thrown on my nightstand. With my ass still resting on his lap, he tore one packet free and ripped it open with his teeth.
He shifted me back and reached down to roll it over his length. My eyes widened when I realized how thick his cock was. I squirmed on his lap as I watched him roll the thin latex over his girth.
My hands drifted up the sides of his legs and I raked my nails back down his skin. His chest swelled as he took a deep breath, his brilliant gaze moving from what he was doing to mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes were so piercing that I struggled to meet his stare.
I felt as though he saw everything about me—my excitement and my nervousness.
Elijah Lawson scared me a little, too. He was so intense.
The way he looked at me made my entire body heat.
His stare made me feel consumed, as though he wanted to touch every single part of me.
It fed the hunger inside of me—the needy voice that wanted someone to want me more than anything else. Our eyes remained locked as he leaned forward, hovering over my body on his hands and knees.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he commanded.
I felt a flush rise from my chest, moving up my neck to my cheeks, as I lifted my knees to the sides. Elijah stared down at me, his eyes moving to the wetness between my thighs.
“Wider,” he said. “Put your hands behind your knees and pull them toward the bed.”
I whimpered a little as I did what he said, not because it hurt, but because he reached between us and ran his thumb over my clit. I was still sensitive from the incredible orgasm he’d given me with his mouth. I could hear how wet I was as he slipped his thumb down and pressed it inside me.
My back arched as he leaned back and moved his other hand between my legs.
He parted me and I felt the head of his cock nudge my entrance.
Air was trapped in my chest as I sucked in a deep breath and held it, my body trembling as my entire world narrowed down to the head of his cock dipping into my body.
“Elijah, I…I—”
My breath caught in my throat as he pressed deeper for a moment and then pulled back. Then, he did it again. And again. Going just a bit farther each time.
He stared down between us, watching as his cock sank deeper with each thrust. I lowered my gaze to watch, too, and my entire body clenched with need.
Finally. Finally, he surged forward and buried his cock inside me completely. My eyes widened at the feeling. God, he was so thick inside me.
Elijah lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine as he shoved both his arms under me, hooking his hands around my shoulders from beneath my body.
I gasped when he moved, thrusting inside me, hard and deep.
I understood then why he was holding me that way.
With each drive of his hips, he pulled me toward him, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
I forgot all about holding my legs apart and wrapped them around his hips, my hands sliding up his sides to his back.
I held on tight as he caged me beneath him and rode my body.
With each slam of his hips against mine, the tension inside me grew tighter, lifting me higher and higher.
At any moment, it would snap, and I was afraid my entire body would shatter with it.
He lowered his head and kissed me, the soft, tender touch of his lips at odds with the savage way his body took mine.
My back arched, tearing my mouth away from his. “Elijah!”
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer because my climax exploded. I clutched at him as I tucked my face into his neck and held on for dear life. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he slammed into me one last time. My body was still shuddering as he ground his hips against me.
Elijah cradled me closer, giving me more of his weight and pinning me to the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I reveled in the sensation of his weight holding me down. Before the discomfort became too much, he pushed up and looked at me.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” The word was rough, my voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
His eyes seemed darker but no less piercing. His expression was soft as he studied me.
“You okay?” I asked, repeating his words.
“Fuck yeah,” he answered, sounding entirely too smug.
Then he kissed me again.
And once again, it was completely at odds with how he was holding me.
It was voracious and almost rough, as though he wanted to devour me.
He was kissing me like he was fucking me, rather than holding me afterward.
My head was light when his mouth released mine, and my fingers were tangled in his hair.
“Be right back,” he said, pushing himself off of me.
A small whimper escaped my mouth when his cock slipped free from my body. That dark, ravenous expression returned to his face.
“Don’t move.”
I watched his phenomenal ass walk into the hotel bathroom, and I realized I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to.
My muscles were limp and completely wrung out from three insanely intense orgasms. I wasn’t even sure I could sit up.
Hopefully, my strength returned quickly because I definitely wanted to do it again tonight.
Something told me that tonight would be the only one I would have with Elijah, and I wanted to make the most of it.