19. Elijah
19
ELIJAH
H er plea to not leave breaks me in two.
It makes me feel like a king one second and an asshole the next. I did that to her. Brought the worry from that first night back into her warm eyes when all I should be is the reason she smiles.
Why she feels alive again.
I can’t fight this pull any longer. Fuck it, I’m done.
In two quick strides, I grab her hand and pull her tight against my chest. Ava trembles but never pulls away. Instead, she shimmies closer when a deep rumble climbs its way up my throat, and our eyes meet.
I see everything I’ll ever need in her gaze. In the way those succulent lips part, a tiny gasp leaves her throat.
We’re hungry. Longing. Need the other.
She’s mine.
“Baby, I need you to use your words. I need you to be very clear with me.”
“You. I just need you .” It’s breathy and oh-so- sweet. “I want to be yours. I’m done fighting this pull between us.”
My reply is just as honest. Without a single hesitation, I slant my lips over hers.
“ Fuck ,” I groan into her mouth, almost shaking as that pure decadence that is Ava slams into my processors. I’m gone, metaphorically lying at her feet as I take what will always be mine. From now until the end of time, I'm keeping her after I kill Lyle Janson Porter. I’ll do everything and anything to convince her. “Are you sure? Because there’s no going back after this.”
“Yes.” She pulls slightly away, looking up at me with so much tenderness. “I love you, Elijah. And while I know it’s fast and crazy and the worst timing ever…it’s the truth.”
“I love you, too.” My hands shake on her skin as I exhale roughly. “I’ve been yours since the moment I opened my door and saw you standing there. So pretty and needing me.”
“I need you now.” Her smile is blinding, a serenity I’ve never seen before crossing her features. She’s relaxed and happy. How I always want her to be. Our lips meet once more, a renewed desperation taking hold of me. My fingertips dig into her flesh, holding her still as she tries to roll her hips—Ava’s just as overtaken as I am, clinging to me.
She claws at my shirt, pulling it over my head and ripping the collar in the process.
To get closer. Skin on skin.
I’m all too happy to oblige.
My hands explore lower, gripping and squeezing until reaching her thighs; I take one in each hand and lift her. My girl smirks as I do, a shiver running through her while she wraps those sexy legs around my waist. Ava squeezes tight, her hands in my hair as our tongues caress—stroking—as I walk us in the direction of my room.
I’m almost delirious with hunger and stop midway, backing her against the wall to thrust a few times against her clothed core. Pleasure rolls through me as her heat grazes my cock, the engorged head throbbing with each bead of pre-come she pulls from me.
I want more. Every glorious fucking inch.
“Take me to bed, Eli.” She’s hot, and her thighs are shaking, lips parted on a needy whimper. “I feel safe with you. Need more.”
Those words cause me to stop. My eyes close at the implication. “Sweetheart, are you a virgin?”
Because if she is... motherfuck.
Nothing changes, except for the fact I’ll be her first and last. The only.
A thought that makes me want to beat my chest like a fucking animal.
“Yes and no.”
“Explain, sweet treat,” I grunt, rolling my hips while my teeth embed into her chin. The bite is meant to sting, but then I’m soothing the abused flesh with a few flicks of my tongue. “Have you ever had a man between these thighs? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No. Never.” Another keening sound. She’s desperate to move, but the way I’ve pinned her against the wall leaves little to no room. “Just the use of a toy.”
“Christ, Ava. You... fuck , baby.” A heady haze of lust overtakes my senses then, the knowledge that this beautiful girl played with her pretty pussy back home my undoing. One minute we’re in the hall, and the next, she’s on my bed, bouncing twice before I crawl over her body.
For a quick second, I take her in just as she is.
Hair splayed across my white sheets, Ava’s chest heaves rapidly and her cerulean eyes dilate. Her small tongue peaks out, swiping across her bottom lip before biting down on it. No words. So much fucking need reflecting back at me.
“Are you going to just... oh !” she squeals, a noise that quickly turns into a low moan as I rip her shirt straight down the center, exposing her perky breasts. They’re encased in a delicate lace bra, a few shades darker than her skin tone. So sexy.
“You’re perfect.” This time, I’m the breathless one, barely holding onto my last shred of sanity.
“Come here.” Ava beckons me with the crook of her finger. “Kiss me again.”
“Where?” That blush I’m enamored with sweeps across her cheeks and down over the column of her throat, then lower. “Be specific, love.”
“Let’s start here,” she says, pointing to her mouth. And I do as I’m told, happy to be her slave. My mouth takes hers, tasting her natural sweetness and swallowing her moans. She’s soft in my arms, yet just as hungry—starving for my touch. Each whimper settles on the tip of my cock like an electric shock, and I’m pulsing—throbbing against the thick cotton of my joggers.
“Fuck, Ava,” I groan, loving how she nips my bottom lip, taking the flesh between her teeth and sucking before traveling down to my chin. Then lower. She litters my skin with tiny bites, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.
I want her to always be like this.
Wild and free. Beautiful in her agony. A desire only I can satiate.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers low, her hips rising to meet mine. There are only a few pieces of clothing separating us, and yet her heat sears my skin, feeding the fire blazing between us. Her entire stay with me has been torture—a literal challenge—I was never going to win.
Since the moment our eyes met, I’ve been lost to her. It’s my turn to return the favor.
Mark her. Savor her. Cement my ownership over her heart.
“Patience, sweet girl. Let me enjoy you.” Embedding my hand in her hair, I force her to arch her neck while my other hand pins her hips to the bed. Her tongue yields to my kiss, matches my hunger, and intertwines with mine between small flicks. My body covers hers from head to toe; I feel each shiver as it runs through her, the way her nipples tighten into stiff, sensitive peaks beneath the thin lace.
“Please,” she moans, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate my hips. My cock throbs as I press harder, pulling back just long enough to watch as I drag the jogger-covered thickness over her slick slit. The cotton shorts hide nothing from me; the evidence of her desire is clear to see on the wet patch at the seam of her cleft.
Another bead of pre-come slips from my swollen tip, rolling down the underside of my shaft while I reclaim her kiss, moaning into her mouth. “You’re perfect, Ava. My perfect.”
“Yours, Eli. I’m all yours.”
“Tell me again. Say it.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck. I love you, too.” I can’t stop rubbing my thick length against her pussy. Once, twice, and a needy sound leaves her throat. I press harder, grunting as the pleasure escalates. Burning me. Consuming me.
Fuck, I need her. All of her.
She might not be a virgin, but she’s never had a man between her thighs.
She’s innocent. Mine.
Trailing my lips to her ear, I flick the lobe with the tip of my tongue. “I’m going to enjoy you, sweetheart. Every single inch of you. Slowly,” I groan, trailing little nips down the side of her throat and marking her soft skin. “I’m going to savor you until you’re a begging mess, and then I’ll fuck you until my name is all you know.”
“Please.”
“Sweeter words have never been spoken.” Slipping a hand beneath her, I undo her bra. Bare her to me.
“Eli,” she gasps, arching her back in an offering. And I do, wrapping my lips around a perfect, rosy nipple before tugging on the sensitive tip. Immediately, she writhes and her hips lift, arching her back with every inch of skin I trace with my lips. How I cup a breast in each hand—weighing and squeezing the firm flesh. My teeth tug and pull on the tight little peaks, taking turns. Each bite borders on painful, something she likes, if the way she’s moaning below me is any indication.
Ava, my girl, likes the pain. Enjoys the slight sting.
With one last flick, I traverse toward the dip of her stomach. The muscles quiver, anxious and wanting, while her scent swirls around me like a siren’s song. I can’t stop myself from skimming my nose across the waistband of her shorts. Can’t help but lick a path from hip to hip as I pull the cotton down her thick hips.
They rise of their own accord, making it easier to take the offending clothing off before tossing it somewhere behind us.
“More. Everything.” She’s panting and beautiful and absolutely perfect. My eyes roam her body, lingering on the small wet patch of lace between her thighs before flicking back to those baby blues I love. “Please.”
“Where do you want my next kiss?” My tone is rough, gravelly, and full of the all-consuming lust I’m drowning in. “Tell me.” Ava brings a hand between us and lays her fingertips right over her mound. She’s blushing, hand trembling but not holding back, and yet, I need more. “No, baby. Don’t be shy. Be a good girl and use your words.”
The moment I said good girl she clenched for me. Hard and multiple times.
She likes praise. That, I can most certainly do.
“Kiss my pussy and make me come,” she whispers on a moan, eyes on mine. They’re full of lust—heavy-lidded as she undulates against the hand I’ve placed over hers. The act pulls our joined hands lower, right over her trembling bundle of nerves. “Oh, God. That’s... more .”
“Are you going to be a greedy girl, too?” Together we rub her slowly through the lace, light little circles over her clit. Her wetness seeps through and onto my fingers, and I press my hard cock against the mattress to ease the pain. Not that it does much. My desire to slam in deep and fill her sweet pink pussy with my come is eradicating any semblance of propriety. “Answer me.”
“Want you too much, Detective.”
At her words, I push her hand aside and tap two fingers over her clit before possessively cupping her. “And you’re driving me past the point of reason. I’m crazy for you.”
“Then make me yours.” Pretty little thing has no idea how wrapped around her finger I am. How I’ll do anything for her. Settling between her thighs, I push them farther apart with my shoulders and inhale deeply. My nostrils flare, and my mouth waters; I can almost taste her in the air. See the wetness coating her skin.
“You already are.” Turning my face, I scrape my teeth against her inner thigh and bite down just hard enough to leave a mark before tearing her panties off. The snap is loud inside the quiet room, the soaked fabric and her following moan taking a back seat to the sight of her beautiful little cunt mere inches from my lips.
She’s smooth and wet and the loveliest shade of pink. Pure perfection, she’s a gift from God himself.
“ Please , make the ache stop.”
I’m done. Have no self-control left.
I bury my face between her legs, eating her out like a crazed man. Licking. Nipping. Devouring every drop of her arousal as she cries out, body bowing off the bed as I fuck her with my tongue.
She should always be like this:
Lost in her pleasure.
Riding my face.
Coming on my tongue.
Ava’s natural sweetness is an explosion to my senses, and I pull my pants off with one hand. My cock springs free, bouncing against my abdomen before I grip it tight with my fingers, pumping it in time with each lick. I twist my wrist on each downward stroke as she cries out my name.
From her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves, I swipe the flat of my tongue up her core. More wetness. More cries for more .
“What do you want, Ava? Anything, and it’s yours.”
“Please.” That’s all she gets past the scream that catches in her throat as I suck on her clit—she shatters, breaking into a thousand beautiful pieces, but it’s not enough. She’s sweet in my mouth, and I haven’t had my fill. Never will. Releasing my cock, I slide a finger inside her heat and pump in and out slowly. I keep her on that edge of hypersensitivity and so close, my lips on her clit not ceasing their torture. Just a little more.
Her pussy is slick, and the sound of her juices coating my finger on each entry causes my cock to dribble onto the mattress. My need is almost demonic. My desires are sinful.
But I won’t stop until she’s as gone as I am. Until she’s crying out her need for me.
Her walls pulsate and tighten their hold on my finger. “Elijah, I can’t...oh fuck !” The second I scrape my teeth down her bundle of nerves, she explodes. Harder than the first time, she tenses, and her hips lift off the bed. At the sight of her head thrown back and coming from my mouth, I crawl up her body and position the head of my cock at her entrance.
I rub back and forth, dipping a little inside her tiny hole and pulling out to draw out her pleasure. I do this a few times, waiting for those eyes to focus on mine before I slide into the hilt.
“Motherfuck,” I groan, grinding my teeth while trying not to move. Breathing in and out does little to help. Not when the room smells like us. Not when she’s so tight and wet. Her walls pulse and my cock gives a small jerk inside her. I’m losing the battle. Resisting my natural need to flip her over and mount—fuck her—is overwhelming.
“Elijah, I?—”
“I know.” Bringing my face down to hers, I peck her lips once. Twice. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
Being her first time, I’m giving her a few minutes to adjust. She might’ve played with toys in the past, but they couldn’t have been big, as her hold on my cock is near choking. For her, I bite the inside of my cheek and pray for mercy. I wait until she smiles at me, and her pussy clenches a few times, giving me clear permission to move. “Can I?”
“Yes.” Those baby blues look up at me with so much want and hunger. There’s something else there, too. A coquettish glint that causes my heart to beat like a war drum, for my cock to pulsate in time with her intake of breath. “Claim me so I’ll never forget I’m yours.”