16. Elijah
“That’s it, my dirty girl, come around my cock. Show me that you belong to me.” Alex’s nails score down my back, and I pump into her relentlessly, the mattress shifting back and forth from the power of my thrusts.
“You feel so good, Elijah!” she cries, clutching me to her. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”
I change my angle and thrust into her deeper, trying to memorize the way she feels, the way she smells of roses. The way her cries sound and how her lips move against mine as I kiss her. I nip at her lips and press my forearms into the mattress on either side of her head, seating myself as deep as I can inside her.
“Fuck, Alex. You feel good, too. I don’t want to stop.”
She throws her head back as I thrust against her G-spot. “Then don’t stop!”
But I don’t think she understands what I meant when I said it. The mid-afternoon sun is already getting lower in the sky, signaling it’s past time for our departure, meaning this is our last time together. But I don’t want it to be.
Alex’s pussy squeezes around me, and my brain snaps me back to the moment, back to me being inside my beautiful “wife.” I need to focus, to brand this moment into me so I never forget it. I slow down my thrusts, and she whines, her perfect green eyes opening in question.
God, she makes a beautiful picture, her freckled cheeks flushed, her ginger hair spread out and tangled from my hands gripping it tightly while I fucked her from behind before this.
“Why did you slow down?”
I grin at her need for me. Instead of answering, I kiss her nose then her cheeks, letting my tongue trace a cluster of freckles on her skin before sealing my mouth over hers. When I pull back from the kiss, I remove my cock before sheathing myself slowly back in. Each time I thrust, I change my pace. Fast, then slow, then slower and faster.
“Elijah,” she purrs, her fingers gripping my waist as she tries to pull me in deeper.
“So impatient, so greedy,” I tease, moving my hips in a slow circle.
In answer, she slides her hands lower to grip my ass. “I know this is our last time, Elijah,” she says breathlessly, “but please, baby. I need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel you. Come so deep inside me you’ll drip out of my pussy for days.”
My cock pulses, and I stare deeply into her eyes. Her words may have said one thing, but I know what she meant. She wants to feel me for as long as possible so that after we’re gone from here, from this place, she has a reminder of me.
I bring my lips down to hers, my tongue licking into her mouth as she removes her hands from my body. She slides her arms up the bed and gets me to take her hands in mine. My forearms are now pressing hers into the mattress with our hands linked.
Pulling back from the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers as our gazes lock. My thrusts get stronger, and the mattress shifts from the force of me. I don’t know when the atmosphere changes, but as I look into her eyes, her short breaths puffing against my cheek, I know that I’m leaving here a changed man.
“Elijah,” she says huskily as I hit her G-spot again and again. “I’m going to come.”
“Then come, my dirty girl. Take what’s yours.”
She bites her lip and nods her head. A single thrust of my hips draws another release from her sensitive and overused body, one I’ve made sure to play with since the moment we woke up this morning.
“Elijah!” she cries, my name departing from her lips with devout reverence as she falls endlessly over the edge, her tight pussy pulsing around my cock so hard I have no choice but to follow her over.
I come, my body sagging against hers as I empty everything, every drop I have left, inside her. I paint and fill her body exactly how I know she loves. How I love…
Alex exhales a shaky laugh, her hand untangling from mine to brush back some of my hair before trailing a finger down my cheek. We stay connected like that for a time, my cock still inside her, our bodies pressed together as if we’re both trying to lock this final time into our memories.
When a phone chimes in the background, it startles both of us. Alex sighs, tracing a finger over my lips. “Reality is calling,” she says. But she makes no move to get up.
“What if we just stayed here?” I muse. “Do you think anyone would notice we’re gone?”
Another chime of a phone, and she groans. “That’s my mom’s text tone. She probably wants to know if I’m on the road yet.”
I drop my forehead to Alex’s clavicle and leave an open-mouthed kiss on it before I finally roll off of her. She sighs, her eyes closing as she lays there, making a mess on the towel we laid down for that specific reason. Unable to help myself, I drop my hand between her legs, brushing the pads of my fingers over her sensitive clit until I reach her entrance. Alex lets out a small whimper, propping herself up so she can watch me push every drop of my cum back in.
“Elijah,” she says quietly, her voice sad as our eyes meet. “What if we…” But she doesn’t finish the sentence.
I drag my hand up her body and take hold of her hand. “We can’t, Alex,” I say, knowing what she was going to say. What if we tried to make this work?
She looks at my hand then into my eyes. My heart breaks at the turmoil I see there, as if, with those three words, I’ve crushed all her hope. But we can’t be together. She knows that. No matter how much I’d love to go back to LA and make her mine, properly date her and show her off to anyone and everyone, to tell Oliver I don’t give a fuck what he thinks and be with his daughter, I can’t. My life is too wrapped up with the Martins between my job and being Oliver’s friend.
Alex’s phone chimes yet again, and she pulls her hand away from mine. The way she holds tension in her body for the first time since I’ve met her tells me our time here is done. With that simple statement, I’ve ended our weekend of make-believe.
“I’m going to shower,” she says, using the towel to wipe between her legs before she stands. I sit on the mattress, unable to move, knowing that this is her way of saying I’m not allowed in the shower with her. That what we had is over now.
“Alex,” I say, stopping her. “I wish things were different, that we had met under different circumstances.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and she smiles sadly. “It’s okay, Elijah. I knew what this was. You were clear with me from the beginning. I made you an offer, and I meant what I said. I’ll get over it.”
I swallow. I’ll get over it. I don’t know if she means her words, but they sting, nonetheless. I know I deserve them. Because Alex Martin is the kind of woman who deserves more than I can give her. She deserves a man who isn’t a coward. A man who doesn’t worry what his friends and coworkers would think. And she deserves better than a man who hasn’t quite figured out what he wants at forty-five years old.
“I’m sorry, Alex,” I say, but she waves me off, putting her shoulders back and erasing any visible sadness from her features.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She takes a step forward and bends so she can lay a lingering kiss on my lips. “Thank you for an amazing weekend. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Elijah.”
My mind is screaming at me to say I already found it, to tell her I want this to be more than just a weekend of playing house, but the rational side of my brain won’t let me.
“Alex,” I say, trying to find more words to give her, but she silences me with another gentle kiss.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” Then she pulls away and walks into the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind her.