19. Elijah
Chapter nineteen
Elijah
S tanding under the hot stream of water, I gripped my length and brought myself to orgasm with all the thoughts of Brielle: her perfect body in my arms, her smell—she always smelled like a bouquet of fresh flowers.
I didn’t think I had ever met anyone like her before. She saw the real Elijah, not the one everyone else thought they knew. I didn’t know what it was about her that made me instantly comfortable, but my heart sure did beat faster when I heard she was feeling the same way about me.
Just as I slid my boxers and shorts up, there was a knock at my door.
I opened it to see Brielle, looking more beautiful than she had ever looked.
Her hair was cascading down her body, falling right above her small hips.
She had a long T-shirt on and, as far as I could see, no pants. Her green eyes met mine.
“Hi…Hey. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked.
She held my gaze for another second before she pushed me out of the way and walked into the room. She looked over at my mess on the floor but didn’t say anything else.
“Brielle. Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I think I might be having a stroke.” I stepped toward her and she held up her hand. “Not a real one. Metaphorically.”
“I… wait, I am very confused,” I sputtered.
She began pacing, then stopped and stared me right in the eye, then began talking fast with her hands. “So, you know how we're both comfortable with each other?” I nodded in confirmation. “So, I was thinking…” She paused and then mumbled something to herself.
I smiled. “Brielle, I think u may be having an actual stroke. I think—”
“I want you to teach me.”
I quirked one of my eyebrows. “You came in here at eleven thirty at night to ask me to teach you how to cook? I mean, yeah, I can do—”
“No, not cooking.” She paused again, giving me a look like I should know what she was talking about. “Teach me how to be with a guy. I can't even get myself off most of the time.”
I was stunned, staring at her wide-eyed. All the blood rushed from my head straight to my dick. She couldn’t have actually said what I thought she did. “I…wait. You want me…” I pushed my fingers through my hair. “Brielle.”
She looked down, shaking her head. “Yeah, that was stupid. I’m sorry. Just pretend I was having a real stroke. This never happened. Fuck, I’m pathetic.” She sat on the edge of the pullout bed with her head in her hands. Then put one of her hands out without looking up.
“Can you give me my bullet so I can go be alone, please?”
I remained unmoved. My brain was still processing. She looked up at me with her hand out. “Elijah? The bullet.”
“Yeah, fuck yeah.”
She looked taken aback. “Really?”
“Yes, Brielle.”
Pink covered the apples of her cheeks as she bit her lip. “Shit.” She laughed. “I didn’t really think that through.”
“You can take it back,” I joked. “Although now that you said that, I am going to have to go shower again.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. “Let's just forget all of this,” she said.
“No, let's talk about this. What would this involve?”
She sat back down on my bed. “I don’t even know. I know, I am crazy for even suggesting that you would want to even go near me like that.”
Without missing a beat, I walked up to her and picked her up.
“Eli, what are you doing?”
“It’s time for our first lesson.”
“Eli, put me down.”
I continued to her room. “No.” She began squirming in my arms, but her little, petite body couldn’t move very far. I plopped her down onto her bed.
“What the fuck?” she whined.
I handed her the bullet and grabbed a chair from the small table-looking thing in the bathroom.
I was trying my best to keep my composure. I had no idea what I was doing. I set the chair at the end of the bed and sat down. I clasped my hands in front of me. “What do you want your first lesson to be?”
She gripped the toy in her hand, seeming to think for only a second before she gathered the covers and got underneath them.
She covered her legs with the blanket. From this angle, I could see a slight sheen of sweat coating her forehead.
Her pale cheeks were still bright pink. She was clearly uncomfortable.
I stood up. “Brie, the last thing I want is to make you feel—”
“Sit,” she said with authority. She brought her hands to her face to cover it. Then she muttered something into her hands.
I stayed standing. “What did you say?”
She looked up at me. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.”
“But it was my idea. I can’t say no now.”
I stood. “The fuck you can’t,” I said rather curtly. “You can say no or stop at any time.”
She stared me square in the face and whispered, “Teach me, Eli.”
“Brielle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. The last thing I want is for you to feel weird around me.”
She twisted her fingers together. “You don’t make me feel uncomfortable or weird. I just told you that downstairs.”
I didn’t know what part of my look told her I was doubting her in any way, but she said, “God, why am I so embarrassing? You can get any girl you want; why the fuck would you want to waste time trying to teach me what to do? I don’t know why I said any of this.”
“Brie, you are not embarrassing or stupid. You are figuring yourself out. There is nothing wrong with that. Everyone does that in their own way. Mine was being dumb and sleeping around.”
“But—"
I cut her off, “And doing anything with you would never be a waste of time. I…if you really want this, I can talk you through it. I don’t need to touch you. I can just tell you what to do to make yourself feel good.”
“You want to do that?”
I smiled. “Are you really asking me if I want to watch the most beautiful woman I have ever seen cum, and I get to be the one to tell her how to do it?” I paused, and we both laughed. “Yes, I fucking want to do it. I will fucking remember this shit for the rest of my life.”
She giggled and covered her face again. “I know I am nowhere near the most beautiful woman you have ever seen; don’t lie to me.”
I walked up to her and lifted her chin to get her to look at me.
“I would never lie to you about that, Masterpiece. Like I said, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable around me, so if you tell me to leave, I’ll leave.
Then I would kick my own ass for talking you out of it.
” I chuckled. “If you want, we can wake up tomorrow and pretend this conversation never happened.” Her eyes became sultry and serious.
Then said the most beautiful words I had ever heard.
“Make me cum, Eli.”
I looked away as my heartbeat took off, pounding in my chest. I bit my lip before I muttered a long, “Fuuck yes!” She laughed, and my cock hardened even more.
“But no touching me. You tell me what to do, and I’ll do it to myself. And you can’t distract me by touching yourself.”
“You sure?” I joked.
She nodded. “Very sure.”
I walked over to the chair, sat down, and gripped the arms. “I will keep my hands right here so you can see them.”
She visibly swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, get comfortable, and tell me when you are ready.”
She shuffled the blankets on the bed, and her hand rested on the top blanket holding her underwear. I expected her to throw them on the floor, but the little fucking devil flung them right at my feet. Her eyes almost dared me to pick them up.
I knew I was supposed to tell her what to do, but I waited and watched for any sign that she wanted me to grab them. She nodded.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I bent down slowly and picked them up. Her cheeks reddened. I made sure she was watching and put them in my pocket for safekeeping. “Are you comfortable?” She nodded. “That’s good. Now turn it on and use it on the inside of your thigh.”
She looked surprised. “My thigh?”
“Do it now, Brielle,” I commanded. “If you really want to do this, you just need to listen. Unless there is something you really don’t want to do, then you'd better say no. Other than that, you do as I say.”
She chuckled and saluted me in jest. “Yes, sir.”
My dick instantly swelled. “Fuck. Don’t do that either,” I muttered. She laughed. It was the perfect kind of pain, though. This girl had my dick in a chokehold, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.
I heard the light vibration start, and her breath hitched. Then she let out a low whimper.
“That’s it. Now, try small, slow circles a little closer to your pussy. How does it feel?”
“Good,” she said breathlessly.
I couldn’t see what she was doing since she covered herself, but the image of her breath quickening and her small breasts rising and falling under her shirt was so beautiful. She was staring me right in the eyes now.
“How does that feel?” I asked after swallowing roughly.
She bit her lip. “I want more.”
“Move it right above your clit, but not on it. Rub it in small circles.”
“Eli,” she whimpered.
“You are so fucking beautiful right now. Do you know that?”
“Eli?”
“Yes, baby?”
“More,” she begged.
“Move it to your clit, baby; let me hear you louder this time. Slow circles. Use your words and tell me how it feels.”
Her head fell back against the headboard, and she closed her eyes. “Mmm, so…fucking…good.” She said between tight breaths. Her legs began to move the blanket.
“Fuck, baby. I wish I could see what your hand is doing.”
She opened her eyes, looking a little uneasy. She wasn’t saying anything, but it felt like permission. She nudged the blanket with her foot.
“Can I take this off so I can see you?”
Her arm muscle tightened, and she began to move it more quickly. “Yes.”
“Yes, move the blanket?” I asked. “Be clear, baby.”
“Yes, you can watch me with the blanket off,” she said in a strained voice. “I want you to see all of me.”
I looked down and let out a groan before gripping the bottom of the blanket and slowly pulling it down her legs. My heart raced faster with each additional inch of her perfect porcelain skin I saw. I put my hands back on the arms of the chair so she could see them.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” The comment made her squirm even more, and she let out a sharp whine. Her cheeks were so flushed.
Her knees were pulled tightly together, one hand holding the toy, and the other gripping the sheet beside her. Her hand movements had slowed. “I am nervous.”
“Me too,” I admitted.
“I want your hands on me,” she admitted without hesitation.
Holy hell.
I swallowed. “Where?”
“Below my knee,” she whispered.
I took one hand from the chair and rubbed the inside of her knee with the back of my finger.
Goosebumps started to cover her perfectly shaven legs.
I looked up when she stopped moving her toy.
Her chest was still rising and falling quickly.
Her nipples pointed through her top. I lifted her leg out and brought her ankle toward my face and kissed the inside of it.
“Keep going,” I commanded.
She placed her bullet back over her clit again and yelped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I placed her leg back down, and she immediately tried to close her legs, so I slowly pushed them back open with two fingers on her calf. I looked her in the eyes. “Let me watch you.” She relaxed her legs. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned, “Yes!”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You are so fucking perfect, Brielle.”
She swallowed. “I’m…I… I’m coming.”
I clenched my fist. I wanted so badly to touch her. Seeing her squirm and watching her legs shake made me crazy. Before I could say another word, she let the orgasm wash over her.
Fucking beautiful.
Once she was finished, her walls went up quickly. She pulled the blankets over herself and sat up against the headboard with the toy still in her hand. Brielle looked at me with a glimpse of a smile on her lips. Looking down at her lap, she whispered, “Thank you.”
“No, Brielle, thank you.”
She looked up at me. “Oh, fuck off,” she said jokingly. She got off the bed wrapped in the blanket. “I’m sure you have seen that plenty of times.”
“Baby,” I stood up so she could see the evidence in my shorts. “This is what you just did to me, and I only got to look at you.”
She brought the blanket up to cover her face, everything but her eyes; those remained on mine.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She moved the blanket down so I could see her mouth. “I like it when you call me that. Is that weird? To like when your friend calls you baby.”
I chuckled. “No, it’s not weird, baby.”
I walked over and kissed her forehead. “I’m proud of you. You did so well.”
I backed up, and she glanced down at my shorts. It made me smile. I walked into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and wet it with warm water. “Do you want to talk about it, or are you going to head to bed now?” I asked.
She moved the blanket and looked up at me expectantly. I ran my thumb over the apple of her smooth cheek, waiting for her to speak. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She hesitated. “Can I watch?”