Chapter 40
CHAPTER 40
PEN
W hen Elijah’s lips touch mine, it’s like a crescendo of fireworks being set off in my head and throughout my body. His tongue brushes my lips, and I open for him willingly, allowing him to deepen our kiss. My body temperature rises as I fall against him. I suck in a breath as he pulls me from my chair and into his lap on the floor.
My hands circle his neck and clasp his head, deepening our kiss. Our lips duel as we taste each other for the first time. My back arches, melding my curves into his hard frame, years of allowing my imagination free rein, have nothing on the real thing. Kissing Elijah Frazer for the first time is not only mind-blowing, it has the potential to be soul-destroying.
It takes all my willpower to pull myself out of his grasp and move away from his tempting lips and hard body. I crawl out of his lap and shimmy across the floor until my back hits one of the kitchen cupboards, putting some much-needed distance between us.
“Pen?”
His tone is questioning. Almost pleading.
I hold up a hand as I try to catch my breath, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
I take comfort in the fact my breathing is not the only one laboured. Elijah seems to be struggling too.
I drop my head to my knees, closing my eyes as I wrap my arms around my legs.
I stay still despite feeling him move to sit next to me. No part of him touches me, but my body is filled with an awareness I never thought possible. Every nerve ending fires as my womb contracts with unmet desire.
We sit in silence as I try to gather my thoughts.
“That was not what I expected,” I say eventually.
He wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. His head resting against mine.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, although I’m not sure what for.
“Are you?” I say, looking up, our faces millimetres apart. “Are you sorry?”
His brow furrows as if he’s trying to work out the correct answer.
I bite my lip, his eyes track the movement. My heart rate picks up again.
“No,” he says quietly. “Are you?”
I shake my head, my stomach somersaulting as his lips break into a smile.
“Good,” he says, one hand coming up and cupping my chin, his thumb caressing my cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
I suck in a breath.
He continues, his eyes scouring my face.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since you left...”
I close my eyes, my breath catching in my throat.
“I’m supposed to be concentrating on Lottie, on my company, but you’ve got me tied up in knots, Penelope Dawson. You’re the only thing I can think about.”
“Elijah,” I all but croak.
“If you really want me to leave. I will,” he says, pushing himself up.
I press the palm of my hand against his chest, holding him in place.
He freezes.
“After that kiss?” I say. “You walk out that door, and I’ll rugby tackle you to the floor.”
I look up into sparkling dark brown eyes.
“Sounds tempting, just to see you try.”
He drops back down, his legs outstretched along the kitchen floor.
He leans over, gripping my waist as he positions me until I’m straddling his thighs.
Our faces are now level.
He grips my ass, pulling me forward until my pussy comes into contact with his very hard, very swollen cock.
We both groan at the sensation.
“Feel what you are doing to me?”
He moans, his eyes closing for a second, his skin flushed. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are dilated and shiny.
I take his face in my hands, slamming my lips to his.
Electric shock waves travel throughout my body, and I grind my over-sensitised body down on his cock, backwards and forwards, wanting to release some of the pressure building.
“Fuck, Pen,” Elijah pants before pulling my lips back to his, his kiss even more demanding than before.
My throbbing core is on fire. I clutch his shoulders, his own grip tightening. I’ve never felt this intense level of need before.
“I don’t have any protection on me,” Elijah says, dragging his lips from mine.
I can hear the sorrow and disappointment in his voice.
I jump up and head to my medical cupboard. I grab a brand new box of condoms, ripping it open as I return to where Elijah is now standing.
I drop them on the floor as he grabs me around the waist and hauls me against him.
“Fuck, Pen,” Elijah says, pulling back his dark eyes questioning. “Are we really doing this?”
I part my legs as his hands move to my ass. I wrap them around his waist as he lifts me up, his hardness once again pressed against my pulsing core, reminding me this is two-way.
“I have no idea what we’re doing,” I admit with a small chuckle, drinking in his beautiful face and flushed skin. “But I know I need this. That I need you, Elijah. Right here, right now. I want to ride you, feel you in my body until we both can’t speak.”
He closes his eyes, a rumble coming from deep in his chest. My core contracts sharply at the primal sound.
“Are you sure?” he asks, opening his eyes.
It’s like he’s staring into my soul.
“Never been more sure of anything,” I tell him honestly.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such desperation. I need his strength, his body. I want to forget all the shit that is my life, and somehow, I know Elijah will be the one to help me do that.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Do your worst.”
His mouth slams against mine, taking all I have to give. He spins me around, placing my ass on the cold granite surface of the island. My hot pussy clenches even through the thin material of my leggings. Our hands are everywhere, pulling at clothes, wanting to touch bare skin. I pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing the wall of muscle that has been seared into my brain since I saw him in the gym. I run my hands over the defined planes, loving how the muscles contract under my fingers.
Elijah slides his hands into the back of my leggings, expertly sliding them down over my hips, his mouth never leaving mine. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed with such intensity. Ever felt so wanton.
I draw his bottom lip into my mouth and suck, his hips thrust forward against my now exposed and swollen core.
“I don’t think I can go slow,” Elijah says, tearing his mouth from mine as he whispers his truth against my cheek.
“Then don’t,” I say, pulling back and holding his face in my hands. “I want you buried in me. I need to feel you, all of you,” I say.
The look in his eyes steals my breath and I almost orgasm there and then.
As if sensing my need, Elijah’s hand moves between my thighs. I’m on a knife’s edge, my core spasming, weeping as it begs to be filled. I want to be stretched, to have someone finally take control of my out-of-control life. His groan rumbles through his chest as his fingers glide through my wet and swollen flesh. He deepens his kiss as his fingers tease my clit, but not quite making it to where my body is begging for his intrusion.
I tear my lips from his, my body screaming, my breath panting.
“Elijah, stop fucking teasing me.”
He chuckles, his mouth now against my neck before his fingers find my entrance. I suck in a breath as he slides first one, then a second finger in deep. My muscles contract sharply.
“Is that what you want, beautiful?” he asks, as he twists his fingers, curling them against my front wall.
“Oh God.”
I sigh, my back arching, my legs spreading wider, wanting more. His face is so close I almost can’t focus. He curls his fingers again, and I let out a deep moan.
“Yes, just that. Oh, bloody hell. I’m going to implode.”
I pant as Elijah’s fingers continue to explore my body. One hand deep in my pussy, the other skimming my skin. The man has magical hands. He lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking down one of my nipples, tormenting it with his teeth, every suck sending shards of desire south, making me clench around his fingers.
Elijah tuts, withdrawing his lips. His mouth moves to the spot beneath my ear, teasing the sensitive flesh before moving up and nipping my earlobe.
“I need you inside me. Please, Elijah,” I beg. “I want to feel you as I come around your cock.”
It’s his turn to moan.
I rotate my hips against his hand.
“All good things come to those who wait,” he whispers against my lips before kissing his way across my cheek. “You’re going to come when I tell you to,” he says, his breath teasing my ear.
I moan. “I’m close,” I tell him.
“Not until I say, Pen. Do you understand?”
I nod, emitting another moan, only this time in frustration. I rotate my hips, I like this game. Elijah’s fingers continue their wicked onslaught, and I stretch my thighs wider, my hips now moving of their own accord against his hand. His thumb grazes my clit, ruthlessly tormenting my bud of nerves. I bite my lips to prevent myself from falling into the abyss.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. His jean-clad hips thrust forward. I’m not the only one affected.
I snake a hand lower, coming into contact with the front of Elijah’s jeans. His cock straining against the harsh material. I press against him, but he pulls back, clicking his tongue.
“If you want this, then you need to do as I say.”
I’ve never been one to hand over control anywhere, but here and now, I find I want this. Want this with Elijah. It’s what I need, crave. I want someone else to take charge.
I lean back on my hands, watching the man standing between my legs, his fingers buried in my pussy, his eyes watching as his fingers dive in and out, glistening in the light.
He looks up, his eyes lock on mine, before slowly travelling back down my body. My clothes are gone. I’m exposed to his gaze, but the look in his eyes burns its way over my skin.
He curls his fingers again, and I spread my legs wider.
“Elijah!” I yell.
My desire drips down his hand, my body desperate, getting itself ready.
When he adds a third finger, the burn has me dropping my head back, my hips taking on a life of their own as I ride his hand. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. The pressure deep inside my core builds as my hips undulate against him. I look up to find Elijah watching me. I drop my gaze to where his fingers are moving in and out of my swollen lips, twisting and turning, my hips pumping.
“Beautiful,” Elijah moans. “Look at how well you take my fingers. Wait until you’re riding my cock.”
He twists his fingers until his thumb finds my clit once more. The pressure building and building.
“Come for me, Pen,” he says. “Now.”
Elijah pulls my body against him as my orgasm hits. My head drops back once more as my body shatters around him, my muscles pulsing and spasming, gripping his invading fingers, milking them hard.
Elijah grunts but continues to work me until I’m begging him to stop, gripping his wrist, my body too sensitive to take any more.
He withdraws his fingers tenderly, the sudden emptiness overwhelming.
He pulls me against his chest, a hand smoothing my hair.
“I need you,” I say, my voice husky, almost unrecognisable.
Elijah bends down and scoops up the abandoned box of condoms from the floor, tearing it open, spraying the foils everywhere in his haste.
“They were magically added to this week’s shopping list,” I say unnecessarily as I watch him.
He quirks a brow.
“Mum,” I add.
“I would say, remind me to thank her, but I think I’ll forgo that politeness,” he says, tearing open the foil packaging.
I laugh, but it dies in my throat as he moves back towards me. His eyes full of desire and promise.
I sit forward and unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down. He kicks them off, returning to stand before me. My gaze travels down his body, taking in his taut, defined muscles, his Adonis belt showing his dedication to his fitness.
His cock.
“Oh, boy!” I say, making him chuckle.
Elijah’s body is a masterpiece. He stands still, his cock twitching under my scrutiny as I drink him in. My eyes meet his, my tongue snaking out to moisten my lips.
“I’m all yours,” he says as I drop my gaze once more.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, his swollen cock, hard and weeping in the light. It twitches under my gaze.
It’s my turn to moan as I wrap my fingers around him.
“Don’t,” he says through gritted teeth. “I won’t last, and I certainly don’t want to be coming all over your sideboard. I want that pleasure to be deep inside you.”
I reluctantly let him go, taking the open condom from his hands and sheathing him.
He scoops his hands under my ass and pulls me forward.
I let out a squeal, and he laughs.
He smiles as his gaze locks on mine.
“I have wanted this for so long.”
His words steal my breath, melting something deep in my chest.
He can’t mean it.
It’s something you say in the heat of the moment.
I spread my thighs once more, my body and desire taking over. His height makes sideboard sex perfect.
“Come here,” I say, sliding my ass to the edge of the counter. I take him in my hand, eliciting another groan from him as I line him up with my entrance.
I place his tip against my opening, and Elijah freezes.
I wrap my legs around his hips and press forward.
“Pen,” he hisses as he breaches my entrance, sinking into my body. His size stretches me, but my previous orgasm and his fingers have eased the way as we come together in the most intimate way possible.
He presses forward, pulling me towards him, his hands clasping my ass. He pauses, allowing my body time to accustom to his size, before sinking deeper.
I bite my lip, Elijah’s tongue teasing it from between my teeth before sinking into my mouth. By the time he’s fully seated, we’re both panting.
When our eyes meet, his expression takes my breath away.
I lift my hand and cup his cheek the way he did mine earlier.
“Elijah,” I whisper.
He leans forward, his lips closing over mine.
“God, Pen,” he whispers against me. “You’ve no idea?—”
Our kiss deepens as he begins to move. I squeal and laugh as he pulls me up off the side and into his chest, his hands and arms supporting me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him close. Our tongues duel. The pressure deep in my body begins to build once more as he touches places deep inside, places I never imagined existed.
I lock my ankles behind his waist, our tongues and teeth clashing as our desire skyrockets. He moves me up and down his cock, his muscles bulging as he takes my weight as if it’s nothing.
Lifting me, his mouth closes over my nipple, and I bury my hands in his hair, holding him close, before dropping back down.
He returns me to the side, the cold of the granite making my heated core clench. Elijah hisses as my muscles squeeze around him.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Your wish is my desire,” I say, shuddering at the sheer desire in his voice.
When his fingers find my clit, my hands move to his shoulders, my muscles tighten, my body taking on a life of its own as I ride him hard, sliding up and down his rock-hard cock, the pressure building once more until I can’t hold it any longer. I yell in part pain, part frustration.
“Come for me,” Elijah demands, and my body does exactly that.
My muscles clamp around him hard, milking him over and over as he rides my orgasm, sliding in and out until I feel his body jerk, his orgasm filling the condom. The only thing between us.
I sit up, my legs and arms still wrapped around him. I bury my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath as I run my hands over the silky smooth flesh of his back. He stands upright and pulls me flush against him, his breathing as ragged as mine.
“I…” he starts to say.
I press my cheek more firmly against his shoulder, my nose buried against his throat.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually, Elijah pulls back, clasping the end of the condom as he withdraws.
When he remains silent, I look up and into his face, unsure what I’m going to find.
Does he think this was a mistake?
What I see there makes my shoulders relax at the gentle smile playing on his lips.
“Well, that was unexpected,” he says.
His words make me grin.
“You could say that,” I reply, laying a hand against his naked chest, just above his heart, my other sliding up over his shoulder.
I should be embarrassed. I’m sitting on the side in my kitchen, my body coming down from two of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced, having handed control to someone who has been a friend on and off for years.
Should I be surprised Elijah likes to take control?
I smile to myself.
“What?” he asks, his head tilting.
“I need a shower.”
I slide forward, untangling our bodies and dropping my feet to the floor.
“Do you want me to go?” Elijah asks, his voice no longer as commanding as it was during sex.
I look up into his face and see the same level of uncertainty that’s raging through my mind.
“Or you could stay,” I say, before my brain can engage.
Finding I’m tired of all the unsaid things between us.
I leave the words hanging.
Elijah’s eyes lock on mine, the question clear.
“I’d like that,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
“You could join me in the shower,” I say, as I give him a cheeky look over my shoulder as I turn towards the door to the kitchen.
Elijah quirks a brow when my lip disappears under my teeth.
“Maybe I can help clean up the mess I made.”
His eyes darken as they travel south to the stickiness of our session and where my desire coats my thighs.
I nod and quirk my brow.
“It would be the polite thing to do after all,” he says, taking a step towards me. “And my parents raised me to be a gentleman.”
I can’t keep the smirk from my face. I’m not sure Franny and Robert had this in mind when teaching manners to their children, but who am I to complain?
Without a backward glance, I take off up the stairs. I make it to my bedroom door before Elijah catches me and scoops me up around the waist. He hauls me against him, his lips once again finding my neck.
I relax into his touch.
Ooh, it’s going to be a fun night.