Chapter 7 #2
Elias presses his palm to the small of my back, grinding his cock into me, my pussy getting slicker by the second.
His other hand glides up my spine before gripping my hair, using it to pull my head back while his mouth moves over my jaw to my throat, licking and sucking the space just under my ear.
It's a weak spot for me. I start rocking my hips, rolling my pussy up and down the hard ridge of his dick inside his sweatpants. He moans into my neck and flips me over until I'm beneath him on the couch, quickly settling between my legs again.
I gasp at the new angle—at the increased pressure against my clit.
"I…I don't want to have sex with you," I tell him, my breath catching.
"Yeah?" he asks. "You sure? You're rubbing your pussy all over my dick like a desperate whore, and you know how good I am. You know I can make you scream."
He pushes my legs apart, spreading me wider while he thrusts against me, growling in my ear.
It makes my pussy throb.
"I'm sure…"
But he doesn't stop; he doesn't slow. He continues grinding his dick into me, right against my clit. And he's right—it was so fucked up, but it was a good fuck, and maybe that is how I like it.
Maybe he made me that way.
I buck against him, wrapping an arm around his back and using it to pull him into me. I don't want to fuck him, but this feels too good to stop.
"Elias…" I whimper.
"You're going to come, aren't you? Fuck, baby.
" Elias grinds into me faster, rolling his hips in circles.
I'm so wet, I can hear it, and I can't stop myself—I'm going to come.
I whimper, squirming beneath him until the pressure against my clit reaches the tipping point, and I come apart, gasping, trying to stay quiet while my legs shake.
"That's a good girl, Saige," he rasps into my ear. "See what I mean, baby. Look what I can do to you without even taking your clothes off—look what a slut you are for my dick."
"Ah…ah!" My cheeks burn with humiliation, but it's not like I can turn it off, and I'm still coming. "Fuck…I'm not…" I moan. "I don't want you."
"You're a liar."
"I'm not lying."
"I need to come, Saige." His hand slips under my shirt, gripping my tit before his fingers slide over my nipple, pinching it just hard enough to hurt. "You're not going to make me come in my pants again, are you?"
"I can't…"
He groans loudly. "Can't what? Fuck me? Fuck…
I'm not saying you have to fuck me, Saige.
I just want you to give me a place to come," he says.
"Let me come on you, Saige. Can I come on your tits?
" He grips my chin hard, jerking it toward his face.
"Or maybe all over your pretty face? I'm so fucking close, baby.
I want to give it to you—I want to give you my cum.
It's what you deserve, isn't it, little sister? "
In my head, I'm terrified; I know I fucked up. But my body doesn't give a shit. "Okay."
Elias kisses me again, grinding his dick into me for a few more seconds before he sits up, pulling his sweats down to his hips, and takes it in his hand. "Where do you want it, baby?"
He grabs the end of his t-shirt and brings it to his mouth, holding it between his teeth and out of the way while he pumps his dick over me, his abs tightening, cum dripping from the tip.
It does something to me.
I sit up and take it in my mouth, tasting salty hot cum on my tongue the second it slides past my lips. Elias moans, using both hands to push my head down on his cock while he rocks against the back of my throat, filling it while I choke.
"Swallow, Saige," he groans. "Look at me and swallow around my dick; get every last drop of it. Fuck, your mouth feels so good."
My eyes water as I gulp it all down.
He stays there long after he finishes—long after I've swallowed, not allowing me to move, looking down at me with pure lust in his green eyes.
Like I'm his prey again.
I start to wonder if he'll ever let me breathe again, but finally, he lets go, and I lie back, catching my breath while trying not to cry.
Elias runs his hands through his hair and then collapses on top of me with his head on my chest. "You look so good with my dick shoved down your fucking throat, Saige.
You know, any sane person would run in the other direction if they knew a fraction of the things that went through my head, but not you.
It's like you were made for me—my own perfect little whore. "
"Um, I should—"
"Will you sleep with me?"
Go. That's what I wanted to say. I should go. I shouldn't be here with him. I shouldn't have let him dry hump me into an orgasm and then come down my throat.
A sane person would go, like he said.
"…Okay."
"I love you, Saige," he says.
He grabs a blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it over us, and then wraps his arms around me. I run my fingers down his back, thinking I'll just slip out after he falls asleep. I haven't been able to sleep, anyway.
But between the steady thud of his heartbeat and the warm weight of his body on mine, my eyes grow heavy. Unable to fight it anymore, I let them flutter closed.
I open my eyes. Light streams through the living room blinds while Elias still sleeps against my chest, indicating I'd slept through the night here. I panic; I need to get out of here before any of them wake up.
But as I gather my senses, I realize I'm too late. Coffee percolates in the kitchen just behind me, the scent of bacon heavy in the air. Slowly, I try to crawl out from beneath more than two hundred pounds of dead weight, but it's not so easy this time.
I hit the ground, landing on my stomach with an audible uff.
And when I lift my head, I find myself staring at Dax's boots.
"Hey, Saige." I hear the smile in his voice. "You all right down there?"
I pull myself to my feet without answering and head for the kitchen.
"You sleep okay?" he asks while Nolan chuckles behind his coffee mug.
"No."
"What's the problem?" Elias asks, sitting up on the couch, his voice raspy from sleep. "What's going on?"
"Perfect timing," Dax tells him. "Breakfast is almost ready."
I look between the three of them, my cheeks burning. "I'm going to get dressed."
"You do that, princess," Dax says. He grabs my arm as I pass, stopping me to press a kiss to my lips before I continue up the staircase, avoiding Elias's eyes.
I dress in my clothes from yesterday and then pack my bag, preparing to leave once I get back downstairs.
"Where are you going?" Dax asks when I head for the door and step into my boots.
"Um…"
"This is family breakfast. You have plenty of time for family breakfast, Saige. You don't need to run out the damn door like that."
I look from Dax to Nolan. "Come sit down, Saige," Nolan says.
Slowly, I pull out the chair between Dax and Elias, refusing to look at the latter.
"Oh, no," Dax says. "That's not your seat, baby."
"What?"
He pulls my plate and coffee toward him and then pats his leg. "Don't let your ass touch that chair, Saige."
I push the chair back in and sit on Dax's lap.
"That's better, isn't it?" he asks.
Without answering, I reach for my coffee and take a sip, finally making eye contact with Elias when I set it down.
Pale green eyes look up at me through dark eyelashes as he shovels eggs into his mouth.
But he doesn't look angry.
"Morning, Saige," he says simply.
"Good morning," I say before averting my gaze again.
"Well, this is nice, isn't it?" Dax says after a few minutes of silence. "Everyone together again, getting along—no?"
I risk another glace at Elias before taking a bite of my food.
"It is kind of nice," Nolan says.
"Right? Thank you, Nolan."
We eat quietly for a few minutes before Nolan takes his dishes and leaves the table.
"I'd better get going," he says.
"I'll walk out with you," I say, although I'm not quite finished, and jump up after him. I can grab something else from the cafeteria, anyway. "I need to go back to my room and change before class."
"You know what would solve that problem, don't you?" Dax asks.
"What do you mean? What problem?"
"If all your things were still here, you wouldn't have to rush out the door."
"Yeah, I don't…I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"Why not?" Elias asks.
"Hey," Nolan says. "Let's go."
He wraps an arm around my waist and guides me toward the door.
"Well, wait a second," Dax says, getting up from the table and crossing the room. He stops us just before we leave, placing a hand on my cheek and then kissing me. "See you later, baby. I'll text you, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye, Saige," Elias says. "I'll see you in a little bit."
Once the front door closes behind us, Nolan asks, "Are you okay, Saige?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Elias didn't do anything to upset you?"
"No. He was just sad. I don't really want to talk about it."
I'm still processing it. I don't know what it means—maybe I just don't like to see him like that, and that's why I did it.
"He's not completely evil, you know."
"He has been to me."
"I'm sorry," Nolan says. "I'm not saying what I mean—let me try again. Elias has been like a brother to me for most of my life. If you like him, that's okay with me, too."
"Why would you say that? I don't like him."
"Okay…"
"I don't," I insist. "I didn't sleep with him."
"Okay. It's all right, baby. I'm not trying to upset you. Come on." He takes my hand. "I'll walk with you until we get to your dorm. I'll run an extra two blocks when I get to the gym."
I lean against him, kissing his shoulder. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. You're my favorite person."
Nolan nudges me, offering me a crooked smile. "I know that."
"I had a bad dream…about your fish."
"Oh?"