Chapter Twelve #2
“I’m sorry,” I began in a softer tone. “I just… I wasn’t sure if telling you all of this was the right thing since I don’t have any real evidence just a gut feeling, but you need to know after that call.”
His brows dipped. “I don’t disagree, but why?”
“If this has something to do with her mother, talking to her might set Zoya back.”
Sledge raked a hand through his hair and looked at me like he wanted to say more but didn’t have any words. Worry clouded his eyes. “Fuck.”
I nodded in understanding. He was distraught, now worried about what traumatic event his daughter might’ve witnessed on top of everything else. “I feel like I’m the bearer of bad news and I’m sorry, but I debated all day whether or not to tell you.”
He pushed off the wall and closed the small space between us, his big body made the mattress sag when he sat down. “Don’t apologize. It was the right fucking call.”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“I hate that you’re caught up in this shit.” The words sounded as if they were ripped reluctantly from his lips. One large hand rested just below my knee. He didn’t move it, just laid it there like he just needed to touch me.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
He reached out, brushing his thumb along my cheek. His touch was rough but gentle. “You don’t always have to be fine, Eliana.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I do.” It was how I functioned. I didn’t let much rattle me, not since Carlito’s death. The break-in had left me shaken but only temporarily. “This is about Zoya.”
He nodded, leaning close as the hand on my leg crawled slowly upward.
“It’s not just about Zoya,” he growled before his lips crashed against mine.
It wasn’t a tentative kiss or a sweet kiss.
It was hard and hungry. It was the kind of kiss that blotted out every thought, every breath, and every ounce of self-control I possessed.
My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer without even thinking.
When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard. “Shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You didn’t want to kiss me?”
His gaze snapped to mine and he made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? I want to kiss you Eliana, hell I want to do a fuck of a lot more than just kiss you.”
My body turned into a five-alarm fire at his words and the dark tone woven through every syllable. “Oh.”
His lips tugged into a crooked smile. “Yeah, but I shouldn’t have done it. I’m your boss.”
I nodded, understanding dawned because it was the same rationalization I gave myself whenever my thoughts wandered. “Agreed, you are my boss.”
Relief and disappointment mingled in his eyes.
I bit my lip and gave him a look. “Right now, I’m off the clock.”
Something in my words snapped his control and his gaze darkened, turning hungry as he ate me up. “What are you saying Eliana?”
I grinned. “It’s hot and disconcerting when you look at me like that,” I admitted but the truth was nobody had ever looked at me like that and that gave me a surge of confidence I needed. “I like it.” I grabbed the thin tank top and tugged over my head, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes were full of undeniable need as he did that sexy one-handed t-shirt removal thing, standing there while my gaze ate up every inch of him.
His sleeves of tattoos were on full display, the mechanical gears on his right arm, the magical dark forest on his left.
His chest was a monument to his motorcycle club.
Beneath the color were thick muscles that my fingers itched to touch.
I reached out to touch him, dragging my fingertips from his pecs down his impressive abs and down to the black waistband.
He stood still, watching me. Waiting to see what I would do. His gaze said this is your dance to lead.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, tugging on his waistband. I gasped when his sweats dropped to the floor to reveal a long, thick gorgeous cock almost fully erect. “Wow.” My mouth watered at the sight of him, which was something I’d never felt before. My pussy clenched at the sight of him.
He growled when I wrapped both hands around his thick cock. “Eli,” he started but my name was cut off by another moan.
“You’re so thick. So hard, but this skin,” I whispered as the silky flesh touched my skin. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the swollen head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled, putting his big hands to my shoulders and pushing me against the mattress. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, unable to look away from him. Even with the scar he was beautiful from head to toe. Inside and out. “I’m sure.”
“Good,” he muttered, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and yanking them—and my panties—down my legs until I was totally bared to him. “Look at how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”
I pulsed at his words, at his intense stare. “Sledge, please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had a feeling I wasn’t ready for what this man had to offer me.
“Please?” He grinned, settling between my thighs, running one thick finger up and down my slit. “Please lick your pussy until you come all over my face? Please fuck you until you can’t remember your name? Be specific.”
I covered my face at his incredibly sexy, filthy words. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he insisted, that thick finger still teasing me as it ghosted over my clit.
“Please to all of it. Please.” I watched as he dropped to his chest, big hands gripped my thighs and spread them wide.
And then his mouth was on my pussy, an erotic French kiss that set my body on fire.
My hips jerked forward, one hand went to his hair as my hips rolled in time with every swipe of his tongue.
“Oh, god, that feels…,” I was at a loss for words. I could only feel and I felt amazing.
He grunted as his tongue swirled around my clit, as if he was getting just as much pleasure as me.
“Sledge,” I stammered when he pulled my clit between his teeth, and two thick fingers slid deep.
“Oh, god! I’m going to—” the words died on my lips as my body was ripped apart by the most powerful orgasm of my life.
My toes curled, my legs tensed and my back arched as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, pulsed through me before I went limp. “Holy fuck!”
He laughed, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh, my hip bones and then straight up the middle of my body until we were mouth to mouth. “Like it?”
I shook my head. “I love it. I’ve never come from oral before. It was… holy shit.”
He laughed again but it quickly turned to a groan when his thick cock bumped against me, my moisture dripped onto him. “I love how wet I make you.”
“Me too,” I admitted, body still humming with desire despite the orgasmic aftershocks that rocked my body. “I need to feel you inside me.”
One big hand gripped my waist as his cock prodded my opening, urging me to open for him. His jaw clenched when I did, pushing myself closer to him. Sledge thrust deep in one long stroke, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Yes,” I hissed out, shivering when I pulsed around his thickness. I’d never been so full in my life, but it felt good and I rolled my hips. “More, please.”
He gave me what I asked for, pumping into long, deliberate thrusts that drove me out of my mind.
He was bigger than I was used to, but I was too wet to do anything but enjoy it.
“Fuck, Eliana.” He leaned forward, his forearms rested on either side of my head as ragged breaths escaped in my ear, the perfect soundtrack of our pleasure.
Every single cell in my body was on edge, trembling harder with every stroke. I’d never been so full, so satisfied, so close to detonating. “You feel incredible,” I whispered. “I can feel you growing inside of me.”
He grunted again, rearing back to thrust harder and deeper but not faster. The slow fuck unlocked something more than lust and desire, something I wasn’t ready to deal with so I watched him, tracing the lines around his clenched jaw, memorizing every detail for later.
I whimpered when he lifted me up until my ass rested on his thighs, changing the angle. “Sledge,” I cried out, drenched in ecstasy as my body tensed.
“You’re close,” he said with a satisfied smile. “I can’t wait to feel you milk my cock, drawing every drop out of me.”
“Dirty,” I whispered, still smiling.
“Come on, Eli, give me what I want.” He spread my legs and found my clit, rubbing circles that pulled my orgasm to the surface.
It was deliberate as if he could see my orgasm loading, and when it was at ninety-nine percent, he flicked my clit hard and my limbs loosened in the kind of pleasure that was new to me.
I was floating as my body vibrated, convulsing through every shockwave while he continued pounding into me.
“Sledge, oh!” I felt like I was adrift at sea, but my body was full of fireworks.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, fucking me harder and faster until his body stiffened and then shook as he fell forward, bracing himself above me. His lips took mine, kissing me while he stroked into me until every last drop of him was wrung dry. “Fuck,” he grunted against my lips.
I licked his sweaty neck and shivered. “That was incredible,” I whispered, pulsing around him again. Or maybe still. “Like, really fucking incredible.”
“Yeah?” He grunted as he rolled over, cock slipping from my body.
“Oh yeah,” I laughed. “And I kind of want to do it again.”
He opened one eye, grinned and pulled me on top of him before he gave me exactly what I wanted.
Again.