20. Brielle
Chapter twenty
Brielle
W hat the fuck did I just say?
“Watch?” Elijah asked.
I sat back on the bed, covering my head completely this time. I mumbled through the blanket, “I assume you have to take care of that.”
“Brielle,” Elijah said with a chuckle. “I will eventually take care of it, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you.” He tugged lightly on the blanket so I took my head out and looked up at him. “And there is nothing wrong with wanting to watch.”
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I repeated.
“I just watched you. Is there something wrong with me?”
“No, I asked you to. You didn’t just blurt it out and ask me.”
He knelt down so he was eye level with me, giving me a sexy smirk that sent a wave of pleasure washing over me. “Brielle. Would you like to watch me get off while I’m thinking about how fucking perfect you are?”
I giggled. Fucking giggled.
He sat down and leaned back onto his hands and crossed his legs in front of him, adjusting his cock. “What? What else do you think I would be thinking about after what just happened?”
“I don’t know. Any one of the millions of other girls you watch get off all the time.” He winced playfully. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”
He shook his head, brushing it off. “No worries, but in case you care to know, I haven’t been with anyone in months.”
That surprised me. “Why?”
“Figured it was time to get my shit together when I got sober, and that included not fucking around anymore.”
I looked down into the blanket bunched on my lap. “But you're not sober anymore. Does that mean—”
“No.” He stood and put his hand out to me. “Right now, I want to take you into that bathroom so you can watch me get off while I am thinking about you and only you.”
The heat rose to my cheeks once again. “Really?”
He smiled. “Are you coming or not? Because I know I am.”
I nodded and bit my lip. “Yeah. Give me a sec to put some clothes back on.”
“How about you don’t, and instead, I talk you through doing that same thing again, but this time with your fingers?”
I froze. “I’ve never…I don’t put anything inside myself. I don’t…I can’t.”
He cupped my face as I tightened the blanket around myself. He kissed my nose. “Okay, baby. That’s not a problem. Get dressed, and I’ll see you in the bathroom.”
I nodded as he exited the room and entered the attached bathroom.
He didn’t shut the door all the way, so I could see the mirror.
I was watching him undress when he caught me and smiled back at me through the mirror.
He pulled his shorts and boxers down. His ass was a sculpted masterpiece.
Beautiful black and white tattoos covered his right ass cheek.
He disappeared, and I heard the shower turn on.
A second later, he appeared in the doorway with a towel around his lower half.
“You coming, beautiful girl?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, yep. One sec.”
He chuckled and retreated back into the bathroom. His gravelly laugh intensified the butterflies inside me in a delicious way. I didn’t think I’d ever felt a need like that. I want to rub my hands all over him.
I got a clean pair of underwear and put them on before walking into the bathroom.
He stood there, holding the towel up with one hand.
I didn’t know if it was just because of the intense nature of the moment, but I was noticing new things about Elijah that I probably should have noticed before.
His arms were corded with thick veins that ran through his tattoos, and his skin was perfectly tanned.
“Brielle.” His voice startled me out of my gawking.
“Yeah?”
“How do you want to do this? Are you going to sit out here and watch through the glass? It will probably fog up within a few minutes. You could stand right outside and leave the sliding glass open a little.” He shrugged, looking a little worried.
“I’ve never had someone ask to watch me in this capacity, so this is kind of new for me, too. ”
“Um, what would be better?” I asked, rubbing my legs together at the ankle. He bit his lip with a grin. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re ready for another one, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.” I smiled. “How are we doing this?”
“How do you want to do it? Do you want to get in with me?”
My body stiffened. I looked toward the running shower, then back at him. “Like in the shower?”
“Yes, Brielle.” He grinned. “In the shower.”
I looked down at my feet. He lifted my chin with one finger to make me look at him. “I don’t think I can. I will watch with the door open, I guess.”
“Okay.” He dropped his towel, and his cock came jutting out. Arousal flooded between my legs and made me clutch them together even tighter. His cock was huge. I looked up at him in surprise. He smirked, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Okay, maybe I do want to join you,” I joked.
“Hah!” He laughed. “So if I had a small dick, you wouldn’t have wanted to?”
I shrugged, grateful he was keeping the mood light. I looked down, unsure what to do next. He angled my face to look up at him, looking me right in the eyes.
“You don’t have to do this, Brielle.” When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “I am going in there, and you do whatever is most comfortable for you. Okay?”
I nodded.
He groaned as the water hit his back. I leaned on the wall next to the open glass shower door.
I crossed one of my arms and rested the other on top, biting on my nail to hide my smile.
My eyes traveled down his body, noting every line and scar.
When my eyes landed back on his cock, I noticed the underside had a piercing.
He smiled with his eyes closed. “I can feel you staring.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
He pushed the water through his hair so it was slicked back, before opening his eyes to look at me. “It’s called a frenum piercing.”
“What is?”
“The thing you were just staring at in my dick.”
“Oh.” I pretended to bite my nail again in order to hide another smile.
He gripped his length and stared me right in the face with a sexy ass grin. He began moving his hand up and down the shaft. I was in awe, especially when his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he placed his other hand on the wall.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I began rubbing my legs together to create friction at the sound of his moaning. “Fuck, I wish you were doing this with me.”
His head lowered, and he stared at me again. “That’s it, baby. Rub those legs together.” I let out a whimper as he moved toward me to open the shower door wider. “Brielle, get in the shower.”
Without even thinking, I pulled my underwear down. Then I pulled my shirt off and used one hand to cover my pussy, holding the other arm across my chest. My nipples hardened at the cool air in the room.
He held his hand out to help me get in, and I just stared at it for a moment. He smiled. “By keeping this door open, water is getting everywhere, baby.”
Nerves flooded my stomach. One side of my brain was saying this is too much, while the other was telling me I was an idiot if I didn't get in the damn shower with this fine ass man.
I moved my hand off my chest, and his eyes closed as he bit his lip in appreciation. I stepped in, shutting the glass door behind me. I quickly placed my arm back over my chest in embarrassment.
“What now?” I whispered.
He slowly moved my arm down off of me. I could feel the blood rushing through my body. His fingers brushed up my arm to my shoulder, causing goosebumps to spread. When the back of his fingernails grazed up my neck and to my cheek, I closed my eyes. My arousal built inside me.
“You really are a fucking masterpiece,” he whispered.
“Thank you.” I looked him up and down. “You aren’t exactly a bridge troll yourself.”
“I try, I try,” he joked.
He gripped his length and closed his eyes again. I watched him move his fist up and down around his throbbing cock. A small bead of cum formed on the tip before the water washed it off.
I don’t know what came over me, but I reached my hand out and put it on top of his.
He flinched, so I pulled my hand away. “Shit, sorry.”
He smiled and grabbed my hand, guiding it back to him. “You touch me whenever you fucking want to. You hear me?”
I bit my lip and nodded. My small hand next to his cock looked ridiculous.
“Grip it like this and move your hand up and down.”
“I know how to give a hand job,” I said, half joking, half scared. Although it wasn’t a lie, I hadn’t given one in a long time. I read about it all the time, but actually doing these things…very different.
He wordlessly lifted his hands away with a smirk. I gripped him and moved my hand just like he was. After a few pumps he closed his eyes.
“Fuck, that feels amazing. Try faster.”
I did as I was told and got into a rhythm. I must have been taking too long because he gripped my hand and began to do it with me.
“Fuck, Brie.” He paused and looked down at me. “Do you see what you do to me? This is all you, baby.”
I began stroking him again. I moved closer to him this time. “Kiss me.”
With zero hesitation, his hands cupped the back of my head, pulling me into him. I continued stroking him between our bodies. His tongue found mine for a few seconds before he pulled away, leaving his head against mine.
“I fucking want you so bad. I don’t think you understand how long I’ve dreamt about this,” he whispered.
“I have some idea,” I chuckled. I pulled him into another heated kiss.
“Baby, I need to cum.”
The confidence this man gave me was something I had never felt before. “Cum for me, Eli.”
He shook his head and closed his eyes. “Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He kissed me again before taking control and turning away so I wouldn’t be in the path of his release. It didn’t take long before it covered the wall in front of him. I couldn’t do anything but watch as it washed away.
He turned back to me, kissing me again with the perfect amount of tongue. “Let's get you cleaned up and snuggled in bed. Tonight was a lot.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
I sat on the edge of the bed after getting redressed. Elijah walked in, drying his hair and smiling at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Better than okay,” I nodded.
“Good. For the record, I will teach you anything you want to know, even cooking,” he joked.
I looked down at my feet with a smile, then back at him, and he was closer now. “I will definitely keep that in mind.”
The silence got a bit awkward before he spoke. He pointed with his thumb toward the door. “I am going to head to bed.”
Right before he walked out, the front door downstairs opened. “Shit.” I stood fast and rushed to the door, but Elijah stopped me, flicked the light off, and locked the door.
He pulled me into him. “Be quiet, and she will think you are sleeping.”
I whispered, “And what happens when you're not in your room?”
“They will think I went out.”
I leaned in and kissed him. “Okay.”
“What was that for?”
“I just wanted to kiss you.”
He leaned down, taking my tongue into his mouth. Picking me up by my ass and putting my body between his and the wall. My hands ran through his wet hair.
When we pulled away from the kiss, I moved his hair out of his face. “Do you realize you are every girl's wet fucking dream. Like your body is fucking perfect.”
“Pot calling the kettle black,” Elijah joked.
Just then, the doorknob jiggled. “Bean, are you sleeping?” Aubrey’s tired voice asked.
Elijah put me down and backed me toward the other wall. He covered my mouth and whispered in my ear. “Be a good girl.”
Heat flooded my body. I nodded, looking back at him, and pulling his hand from my mouth. I heard Aubrey go back down the stairs.
“Sorry,” he whispered, looking into my eyes.
I shook my head. “I did that so I could kiss you again.”
“Brielle.” I cut off his words with a kiss and pushed him toward the bed. The back of his knees hit the mattress, and he sat. I straddled him. His hands went right to my ass.
I smiled against his mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair again as his mouth moved down my neck.
“Fuck, why am I so horny?” I moaned.
He laughed against my neck. “Welcome to my world.”
His erection began tenting his shorts and brushed my center. I jumped, and he stood up and held me close.
“Sorry.”
I smiled. “Stop saying sorry. It just surprised me. I am a little…sensitive.”
He smiled sweetly and cupped my face with his hands. “You should head to bed. I can sit in the chair for a while, and then I'll sneak back to my room.”
I bit my lip. “Or you can be the little spoon,” I joked. I could tell he was trying to gauge if I was being serious or not. “We have slept near each other before, Eli.”
“We have,” he agreed.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I didn’t know what you looked or sounded like when you got off when I slept with you last time.”
My cheeks warmed. “That is true. Can you control yourself?”
He thought about it for a moment. “Probably not,” he said with a smile. “Why don’t you read a little bit, and I can listen.”
I shook my head no with a smile.
He pulled me into him. “You read those dirty books?”
I laughed, then quickly covered my mouth, trying to keep quiet. “Very dirty.”
“You are making leaving this room very hard.”
I smiled at him. “Then don’t leave.”
He put his forehead to mine. “Okay.”