Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Just like the night of Chris and Lucy’s wedding, Elijah and I burst through my apartment door. Only this time his mouth was already on mine, and his hands were all over me.
I pulled away long enough to turn back, shut the door, and lock it.
As I did, he crowded me against the door until my breasts pressed against the cool surface, his fingers gathering the material of my skirt in slow motions and lifting it higher and higher until it was bunched up around my hips.
His fingertips slipped over my skin, tracing the line of lace that curved from my hip down to gusset of my panties.
I shivered as he took two steps back from the door, pulling me with him and grinding his erection against me. One of his hands moved from my hip to the back of my neck. He gripped me gently, bending me forward until I planted my hands on the door.
“Don’t move,” he instructed.
I shivered again as he trailed his fingers down the outside of my thighs, dragging my underwear to my knees. The lacy garment fell, pooling on the floor at my feet.
“Step out.”
I followed his instructions, setting my feet back down in a wider stance. I wanted him to see me. To see how much I wanted him.
“Arch your back.”
As he gave the command, his hand pressed on the top of my ass, guiding me to follow his instructions.
My breath caught in my throat as his hands moved to grasp the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart.
His thumb slipped down and pressed inside my pussy.
I could hear the soft, wet sound my body made as he pulled it out and thrust it inside again.
His other hand ghosted between my legs until he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
A tremor ran down my spine as he rubbed my clit between his fingers, gently at first, then firmer. My knees went weak when the thumb inside me became two fingers. He angled them to rub against the front wall of my pussy, and a low moan escaped me as hot pleasure pulsed between my legs.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
He added a third finger inside me, and my head flew back as a cry escaped my mouth. The fingers at my clit released their hold and circled the pulsing bundle of nerves, winding me tighter. My legs tensed and shook as he fucked me harder and faster with his other hand.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you? Your pussy is getting so tight and wet. So fucking hot.”
I groaned when he pulled his fingers out of me and smacked my ass. “Answer me. Are you getting close, Brown Eyes?”
“Yes!” I cried. “I’m close!”
Instead of pressing his fingers back inside of me, he leaned forward, and I felt the warm wash of his breath on my pussy before he shoved his tongue inside me. The touch of his tongue was so unexpected that it threw me over the edge. My forehead hit the door as my upper body collapsed against it.
Elijah pushed between my legs, his shoulders propping me up as he devoured me from behind.
My hands clawed at the door as my orgasm crested.
White lights burst behind my eyelids, and words spilled from my mouth, but I had no idea what I was saying.
Whether I was begging him to stop or to keep going.
Or just speaking gibberish as I came harder than I’d ever come before.
Just as the pleasure skated the razor’s edge of pain, his touch at my clit eased. My entire body gave one last convulsive twitch before his mouth pulled away from my pussy. His lips skimmed over my thigh before he sank his teeth into the bottom curve of my ass.
I didn’t have the energy to do more than sigh as his mouth moved up the right cheek of my ass, followed by his hands squeezing and shaping the globes.
“You come so pretty for me, Brown Eyes,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”
Oh, shit. He had to go and do that. After years spent desperate for approval and hours upon hours of therapy and books on mental health, I thought I’d left my need for verbal praise behind. Obviously, I was wrong.
Hearing those words of praise from him slid beneath my skin, burrowing into my chest until they coiled around my heart, squeezing until I swear the organ stopped beating for a moment.
Elijah rose to his feet behind me, his hands grasping my hips when I swayed. I left my forehead resting against the door when he stepped closer, his body curving over mine.
“You okay?” he asked, his lips gliding down the side of my neck.
I nodded, keeping my eyes shut. My breath was still coming in short pants, and I was fighting to get my traitorous body back under control.
I loved that he checked in on me. He made sure I wasn’t hurt or overwhelmed. It made me feel…cherished.
Elijah slipped his palms up my side and around until he cupped my breasts in his hands. My nipples immediately tightened, and his thumbs brushed over the hard tips in slow, easy sweeps. I shivered. He must have felt the shudder run through me because he pressed closer, surrounding me with his body.
His lips skimmed the back of my neck, drawing another tremor from me. “Ready for more?”
The question vibrated against my skin, trailing down my spine and leaving heat in its wake.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I lifted my head and grabbed his right hand where it still held my breast. I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I led him through my apartment. It was a short walk to my bedroom. The lamp on my nightstand was lit, illuminating the space with a soft glow.
When I reached the foot of my bed, I released Elijah’s hand as I turned to face him, my fingers gliding up his arm and over his shoulder to his chest. I stepped into him, bringing my other hand up until both of my palms rested on his pectorals.
Heat seeped through his shirt into my skin, and I tilted my head back to look up at him.
My breath halted in my chest when I saw the way he was staring at me. It was the same expression he wore the night of Chris and Lucy’s wedding. The same look he gave me when he said I was pretty. Hot, yet sweet, as though he wanted to eat me alive, but he didn’t want to tear his eyes away either.
The coil around my heart, the one that appeared when he called me a good girl, squeezed.
He was looking at me the way Chris looked at Lucy.
The way Charles looked at Yancy. The way all the men in my friends’ lives looked at them.
It was a look no man had directed at me before.
A look I craved as much as I desired words of praise.
A look I could fall in love with if I wasn’t careful.
I blinked at the thought, breaking the intense eye contact between us. Elijah’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt before he stripped it over my head. My skirt followed a moment later, pooling on the floor at my feet.
His eyes roved over me, taking in the plain nude bra I wore and the navy cotton panties I wore. They were utilitarian, meant for comfort rather than aesthetics, but he was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Unable to stand still beneath his perusal, I reached out and grabbed the hem of his tee, tugging it up and over his head. As I ran one hand over his bare torso, I reached out and snagged one of the throw pillows from the small chaise that sat at the foot of my bed.
Elijah’s chest heaved as he watched me drop it on the floor at my feet and kneel down. His brilliant blue eyes glittered in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, but the angle of his head cast most of his face in shadow.
He didn’t blink as I slowly moved to my knees and reached out for his belt. I could feel his stare like a physical touch as I opened his pants and tugged them down far enough to reveal the hard length of his erection, covered by his briefs.
When I rubbed my palm over the cotton, feeling the heat of his skin beneath, his quick breaths stuttered, and he inhaled deeply.
I liked knowing that I affected him. I wondered if it was as much as he affected me. If my touch seared through him like lava, leaving molten trails in its wake. Because that’s what his hands and mouth did to my body. They left me hot, aching, and weak.
I wanted to do the same for him. I wanted to ruin him the way he’d ruined me.
I lowered his pants to his mid-thighs then hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled it out and down, just low enough to reveal his dick.
“Fuck,” Elijah whispered, his fingers spearing through the hair at my temples.
I glanced up to find him staring down at me, the muscles in his arms and chest bunched tightly as though he was holding himself back. Without breaking eye contact, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and pointed it toward my mouth.
He watched me intently as I leaned forward and opened my mouth, his muscles growing even tighter. When I closed my lips around the tip of his dick, Elijah’s head fell back, and he muttered what sounded like a curse.
Feeling bolder and more confident, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the underside of his dick from base to tip. His chin came down and our eyes locked again. The muscles in his jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth. His hands fisted at his sides when I repeated the gesture.
I sucked him back into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, and reached for his hands, guiding them to my head. He groaned when I pulled my head back before taking him even deeper again. A sharp pain seared my scalp when his hands fisted in my hair, tugging it lightly.
A whimper escaped me when he pulled my hair again. Not because it hurt too badly, but because I liked it. I’d never had a man pull my hair like that before, and I’d never realized how much I could like it.
My eyes closed as I used my hand and mouth to work him, tears gathering at the outer corners when he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. Before I could recover, his hands released my hair and gripped my skull, stilling my motions. He pulled away and bent down, moving his hold to my waist.