Chapter 19 Elias
ELIAS
She’s going to be the death of me.
I want this first time between us to last. I’m so desperate to be inside of her. The only issue is, I know that as soon as I’m inside her I’ll come. I’m too close to the edge. It’s been too long. I need her to come first.
Olivia begins to fuck herself on the toy. Her moans have precum gathering on my slit, soaking the tip as it dribbles down. She notices, swiping her finger across the spongy flesh only to suck it into her mouth.
Her sounds are sinful. I could play them on repeat all day every day and never get tired of listening to her sweet songs. They are mine. I own them.
I slip the toy in and out, watching her pussy stretch to accommodate the width. Wrapping a hand around myself, I squeeze so hard it hurts, hoping to relieve the ache building deep within my shaft.
“Fuck it harder,” I demand from her.
She mewls, listening to me so well, and her hips begin to rock faster onto the toy. She bites her lip, pinches her nipples, and I roll her clit between my fingers with my free hand.
“Yes! Elias, yes, more. I…I…need more. Please!” she cries, her pleas so loud there’s an echo in the room.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me first and I’ll give you what you want. And I want it too, so badly.”
“I need more. I can’t. I…I can’t,” she whimpers, and it’s so fucking needy, her voice breaking, her eyes shutting tight as she fucks the toy. “Elias.”
I pull the dildo free, dropping it on the bed. I fall onto one hand, curling over her, then reach down to guide my cock in. The moment the head touches her opening, she inhales a sharp breath. I don’t take my time. In one thrust, I invade, filling her to the hilt.
“Oh god!” she says, just as I groan, “Fuck.”
We’re both trembling. She stretches her head all the way back, exposing the flawless delicate velvet of the column of her neck. My eyes lock in on a spot just before her ear, her pulse jumping wildly. Two freckles adorn the space, tempting me closer to taste—wrecking me.
“I need—” I take a deep breath and lick my lips while my hands rest on her knees. “I need a second.”
“You’re so big,” she moans, reaching down to feel where we are connected.
“Ah, oh, shit. You can’t do that,” I gasp, falling forward. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Fuck me through it, then.”
My eyes meet her deep greens, challenging me again. I have a feeling she’ll be doing that a lot.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I bend down, biting her bottom lip to give it a slight tug. “Fucking take it, then.”
I pull out and slam back in, igniting a moan from her sweet throat.
“So mouthy,” I scold lightly. “Next time, I’m going to fill it to shut you up.
” I tighten my grip, and she gasps, her dazed, glassed-over eyes meeting mine.
“I think you’d like that, though. Wouldn’t you?
” Her earlobe is soft between my teeth as I play with the sensitive flesh.
“Because you’re my filthy fucking girl and you’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you? ”
“Elias.” My name is spoken softly, but I hear it, the slight desperation for me to give her whatever the fuck I want.
Lifting her leg, I wrap it around my waist, allowing me deeper somehow, and neither of us can hide the lustful sounds that escape us.
I curl my lower body, flexing my hips, sliding in and out at a hard, fast pace. “You’re so tight, Olivia,” I moan, wanting her to hear how good she makes me feel. “So wet. So fucking wet. Jesus Christ.”
I whimper, completely losing control. Pulling out, I grab her hips and flip her over, pressing my hand between her shoulders so she’s flat on the bed. Without another word, one hand grips the left globe of her ass while I slide home.
“Oh my god. Elias, don’t stop. Yes, this. More. More!” Olivia claws at the bed with every hard drive I give her.
My tattooed arms seem so bold and sinful against her unmarked body. I slap her ass again and again, a red welt appearing before my eyes, and she’s drenching me.
“Oh, fuck, Elias. Like that. Don’t stop. I’m close. I’m so close! You’re…you’re going to make me…”
I yank her head back by her hair and growl, “Good. Fucking come. Show me how good I make you feel.” I’m close too. I’m not going to be able to hold back if she doesn’t come in the next few seconds.
She’s right. I’m just going to fuck her through it.
To my surprise, she flips me onto my back, riding me fast. She grips her headboard, her hips moving front to back.
My eyes roll from the pleasure. “You belong up there. God, look at you.” I savor her, my hands becoming needy as they slide up her body, cupping her breasts.
“Faster. Faster. I’m so close.”
Gripping her hips, I do as she says, adding the speed she needs by rocking up into her.
I can’t hold back. I try. I hold my breath, her pussy tightening, her cries becoming louder, her hips stuttering, and when her muscles clench around me, I’m done for.
“Elias! Oh my god, yes!” She shouts my name so loud, there’s no way the neighbors don’t hear it.
Wrapping my arms around her, I flip us, push her legs back to expose her pretty cunt, and watch as my thick cock stretches her again. My pace is fast. Our skin slaps together, the tingle at the base of my spine telling me my orgasm is close.
“I’m going…I’m close. Fuck! I’m close.” This time, it’s me that grabs the headboard, using it to slam into her as hard as I can.
She rakes her nails down my back, clutching onto my ass to pull me closer.
I want to be deeper. I want to be closer.
I physically can’t be closer, no matter how hard I try.
A crack sounds, wood splintering. I don’t care look up.
Nothing could take my focus away from Olivia—the way her lips are parted in ecstasy, the way the hair around her forehead is damp from sweat.
Sweat caused by me.
By us.
“Again! I’m…I’m…” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder as another orgasm possesses her.
“Fuck, Olivia!” I growl, burying myself to the hilt as I come. “Oh, fuck.” Every jet that pulses out of me, I try to drive deeper. I want my cum to find her womb. I was serious when I said I didn’t want to waste any more time.
“Mmm, yes. Give me all of it,” she moans, trying to pull me into her further.
I bend down, sealing my lips over hers, kissing her until I can’t breathe. We swallow each other’s moans, my hand cupping her fragile jaw. I press my forehead against hers, and we lie there in silence trying to catch our breaths.
I’m trembling. My hand is still gripping the headboard and my arm is shaking. My hair falls on my face when I glance back down at her. Her red hair is fanned across the pillow, her cheeks flushed a bright pink.
The freckles scattered across her nose and the tops of her cheeks seem a shade darker, stark against the natural flush of heat gracing her face. She’s beautiful; no words can describe how stunning she is in my eyes.
She’s everything.
I’m completely in love. I knew it from the moment I saw her outside. It was the last thing we had to do for me to know completely.
“Wow,” she whispers, her fingers lazily drifting up and down my back.
“I know. It’s never—”
“Been like that with anyone else? Me either.” Her curious touch finds its way over my shoulder and to my chest. She flattens her palm over my heart, the thump beating against her hand as I come down from the high she just gave me.
“Good.” I bend down, kissing her again. “Because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to let you go be with another man. Your dating days are over, Olivia.”
I can’t get enough of those lips.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her smile full of genuine happiness. “Is that so? Does that mean we aren’t dating? If not, what would that make us?”
“More than dating. That’s all I know. I don’t want you to date anyone. I want this. I want only us. I don’t want you seeing other people, and I hope you’re on the same page.”
“I don’t want to see anyone else either.”
I close my eyes as she strokes my face with the back of her hand. “I love your touch. I knew it would feel good, but it’s better than I imagined.”
I lean into her touch, greedy for more.
“I love how you react to my touch,” she says.
Because I’ve never had anyone touch me the way she has. It’s been years of keeping to myself, years of not being close to people, years of thinking I’m better off on my own. Her touch, as it drifts across my chest in exploration, has brought me to life.
Maneuvering us to our sides, I wrap my arms around her, then tug her against my chest. My semi-hard cock is still inside her, hugged by warmth. In a few minutes, I’ll be ready to go again, and I don’t want to leave her.
I press a kiss on her shoulder where freckles spot her skin.
We don’t say anything, just fall into comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence.
I don’t want to leave this space. Right here.
It’s all I’ve craved. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be close to someone—someone who actually understands me.
She moves and it almost causes my cock to slip free of her. Tightening my hold, I reposition my hips, pushing back inside where I belong.
“What are you doing?” She giggles, wiggling against me.
“I don’t want to be parted from you yet.” I kiss the middle of her neck. “And I’m being possessive. I like knowing my cum is locked inside you right now. I’m going to increase every chance I have to get you pregnant.”
She turns, her eyelashes fanning out when she blinks. “You were serious.”
I lift up onto one arm, panic beginning to set in. “Were you not? Fuck, Olivia. I’m so sorry. I thought…I thought we were on the same page. We can—”
“I am on the same page. I am. You’re too good to be true. We haven’t known each other that long, but with you, from the accidental start, it’s been so easy. As if you were the missing part of my life. I just didn’t think you’d stand by your words when I saw you in person.”
I turn her over carefully until she’s on her back again, my cock almost sliding out.
We can’t have that.
“I will stand by all my words when it comes to you. I’d marry you now, build a home with you tonight, and wake you up every day with breakfast in bed followed by an orgasm.”
“Mmmm, your offer is very tempting, Dr. Carrington.”
I slip my hand down her arm, then her leg, loving how soft she is. “What do I have to do to sway you?”
Olivia tries to hide her smile on the pillow. “Probably nothing,” she admits, her emerald eyes blinking up at me. “I know I’m yours, Elias. I’m leaving the pace of this up to you.”
I answer her with a kiss. It’s slow, and I try to pour everything I feel into this kiss, hoping it shows her what I want.
My cock hardens again and just as I’m about to move, there’s a knock at the door.
We pause, and I stare down at her with a raised brow. “Expecting company?” I can tell she isn’t, by how her face is pinched with confusion.
“No. I don’t think so.”
A knock comes again and I moan, slipping free when I roll off her. I’d check the door, but it would be very obvious what we were doing. I need a few minutes to calm down. She covers me with her comforter and stands, snagging her robe from where it’s hanging on the mirror.
The person at the door knocks again.
“I’m coming!” Olivia shouts. “Jeez.”
“You will be.” I cross my arms behind my head, keeping my tone light and teasing.
“I better be,” she practically growls, and I take a deep breath to stop myself from reaching out, pulling her back onto the bed, and forgetting about whoever’s at the door.
“I’ll be right back. I expect you to be exactly where you are.
” Her eyes drop to my erection. “And you better be ready for me.”
“Fuck.” I scrub my face with my hands, needing her now. “Go before I tell your visitor to get fucking lost.”
Olivia giggles, giving me a flirtatious wave. Then she vanishes and I’m left alone with my thoughts. I smile, the kind that hurts my face as I stare up at the ceiling.
I’m happy.
Truly happy.
And it’s all because of her.
“Mom? What are you doing here?”
I sit up and freeze, not knowing what to do.
“I brought you your favorite soup to last you for the rest of the week. It’s been so cold and I know you don’t eat the best sometimes when it’s cold. You get food delivered.” Her mom tsks.
Hearing her lightly scold Olivia has me missing my own mother.
“Did I interrupt a shower? Or—” She gasps. “You have a man here!”
I cover my mouth to hide my laughter. I’ve never heard a mother sound so excited for her daughter to have a lover in bed.
“Mom. I…yes, okay? Yes. I do have a man here. He…he’s special to me, okay? I didn’t want you to meet him like this.”
I snag her pillow and cover the tented blanket. I don’t want Olivia’s mom to see anything she doesn’t have to. There’s nowhere for me to go. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again, sneaking around in hopes I don’t get caught.
“Special? How special? Is my future son-in-law in your bedroom right now?”
I’m finally able to get out of bed and tug my jeans on. With a deep breath, I decide to make myself known, plastering a smile on my face. I’m sure she’ll be able to tell what we were doing. My hair is probably messy, and I have a few marks on my body from Olivia.
Her scratches.
Her nips.
But I can’t think about that right now. I’m about to meet my future mother-in-law.
With a deep breath, I step out of the bedroom, hoping she doesn’t see the age difference. I only want her to see how much I care about Olivia.
Not only do I care, but I’m in love with her.
No one’s judgment will ever stop that.