Chapter 11 Ella
ELEVEN
ELLA
I slid my hand into Texas’ hair and fisted it tightly.
The way he held me was exciting. The way he kissed me was arousing.
The way his tongue stroked the roof of my mouth made me weak in my knees.
I collapsed into him. Like a fly drawn to a buzzing light, I was his unknowing prey.
And I loved every second of it. Texas set my soul on fire.
He shivered me to my toes and gave me finger-curling kisses that made me want to cling to him harder.
His warm tongue danced with mine. His large, strong hands fisted my ass, bringing me closer to him.
I knew I needed to stop kissing him. I knew I needed to pull away.
But I couldn’t.
He groaned down my throat and my gut clenched.
My nipples puckered against my bra as he slowly backed me into the wall.
My back pressed against the cool surface while his chest buried deeper into mine.
And as the overflow of my curves filled the divots of his strength, my heart stopped.
Our teeth clattered together. I panted for air, breathing whatever he afforded me as his hands slid down the backs of my thighs.
“Come here, you,” he grunted.
He plucked me off my feet and urged me to wrap my legs around him.
My back slid up the wall as my hands dove further into his hair.
My nails raked down his back. My lips swelled against his.
His chest heaved with his gasps of air as the two of us struggled to keep enough oxygen in our lungs to keep on our passion for one another.
Texas was warm. Comforting.
Safe.
I needed to feel safe, and he made me feel that way. Every time I was in his arms. Every time I was pressed against his body. Every time his lips were against mine.
I knew Texas would never hurt me. And I loved that.
Without another word, he pulled me away from the wall.
As my legs locked around him, his cock grew.
Pulsing. Throbbing for me. I sucked on his lower lip as he walked down the hallway, marching me straight to my room.
His hands gripped me thoroughly, his fingerprints marking themselves into my skin from beyond my jeans.
The darkness of my bedroom took over us.
My heart pounded against my chest. He laid my back down onto the mattress and unraveled my arms from his neck then pinned my wrists above my head.
And finally, he pulled back.
I panted with half-hooded eyes as I gazed into his. I took in his beautiful stare, stern and strong and warm. My eyes danced within his stare as my mind fell blank. But there was one thing that still bounced off the corners of my mind.
I had to pick Keva up in an hour.
“Do you want this?” Texas asked.
My hips rolled against him as my body answered.
But he pulled away. He didn’t want my bodily answer.
He wanted to hear it from my lips. Oh, that man.
This kind, strong, gracious man. He wanted to make sure this was my decision.
Not my body’s. Yet another thing Jett never did.
Jett always took what he wanted without a second thought, whether or not I wanted to go along with it.
Tears brewed as I closed my eyes.
Texas’ nose fell against my cheek. His hands slid down my arms, leaving an electric tingle wherever they went. He knelt between my legs that were spread for him. He supported himself as his hand came down, massaging my breast softly.
I whimpered at his touch as his thumb rushed over my clothed, puckered nipple.
“I have to pick up Keva in an hour,” I breathed.
Texas kissed the shell of my ear. “That might be a problem then. Since we won’t be done in an hour.”
I giggled as a flash of joy ignited in my gut. Oh, how I had longed to be wanted by a man. Really, truly wanted. And in that moment, Texas wanted me.
I sure as hell wanted him too.
“How am I ever going to let you go?” I whispered.
Texas nuzzled his nose against my neck. “We don’t need to think about that right now. All we need to be focused on is each other.”
“Then what?”
His eyes rose to meet mine as his hands pressed into the mattress.
“Then, I promise in an hour, I’ll let you go. No matter what you want,” he said.
I rose my head to capture his lips, and it didn’t take him long to respond.
Our hands shed one another of our clothes as we rolled around, tasting, licking, and sucking.
Texas marked my breasts. His naked body settled between my legs as his tongue rushed over my tits.
He lapped at my nipples and sucked on the bare patches of skin that overflowed the sides of them.
I gripped his hair and bucked against him, feeling my wetness leave a trail on his abs.
He slithered between my legs. I slipped my thighs over his shoulders.
He nuzzled my pussy with his nose before his tongue dipped between my folds, exploring and tasting.
“Texas, yes,” I whispered.
“Keva isn’t here. Don’t you dare hold back on me,” he commanded.
His tongue raked across my clit, and I moaned out into the room.
Sounds I’d never made before fell from my lips as his hands pinned my body to the bed.
He bent the crooks of my knees up to my chest, folding me and opening me as he lapped at my slit.
I dripped for him, straight down my ass crack and lubing up my entire body as his tongue slid down to my asshole.
“Texas! Shit!”
“Mmmm, there it is,” he groaned.
He filled me with his fingers. First, my pussy and then my asshole.
I’d never been stretched like that before in my life.
Never had I had a man breach that part of me.
And yet, Texas felt perfect, stuffing me with himself.
I rocked against his face. I clung to the sheets of the bed.
My eyes rolled back as stars burst in my vision, and then my entire body spiraled into the deep, dark black.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck!”
My body clenched tight as Texas pumped his fingers. Slowly. Deftly. Curling them into the most sensitive parts of me. I fell over the edge, my walls fluttering around his fingers. My body gripped them tightly as he pressed his tongue into my clit, soaring me to heights that left me without words.
Without breath.
Without voice.
The second I collapsed back to the bed, his lips crashed against mine. He flipped me over and raised my hips, settling himself against me. His dripping cock painted precum against my ass cheeks. He squeezed them and pulled them apart, admiring my flushed skin.
“So, fucking beautiful,” Texas murmured.
And that was the thing.
I did feel beautiful.
He inched his finger back into my asshole while his cock filled my pussy.
And in that moment, I gave my body over to his every whim.
Every pump of his thick dick and every crook of his finger in my delicate hole sent chills of every shape and size coursing through my system.
White hot pleasure took over my gut. My chest. My soul.
I couldn't believe that sex felt this way for some people.
That it was possible to feel this connected and this good with someone.
He was everything I’d ever wanted in bed. And the idea that Texas was this good every time boggled my mind.
“Fucking hell, Texas. Oh, yes. Fuck that pussy. Do it. Harder. I need you harder. Please. Please, Texas. Harder!”
“That’s it. Beg for me, Ella. Beg for what you want, and I will always give it to you.”
“Please!” I wailed.
I somehow found the strength to buck back into him. I pressed my hands into the mattress and met him thrust for thrust. He stretched me and worked two fingers into that virginal hole of mine as my juices dripped down his balls.
His balls that smacked voraciously against my clit.
My body spun out of control. I bucked like an animal while he grunted like a beast. Texas growled my name, and it puckered my tits tighter. Every sound he made was perfection. Every thrust he gave me was glorious. My toes curled as I fisted the sheets, feeling that coil tightening in my gut.
“Ella. Yes. Squeeze that… that… dick.”
“Holy shit, Texas,” I choked out.
My face fell into the mattress and my body let loose. With one last slap of his balls against my clit, my body fell over the edge. I trembled against him. My pussy pulled his cock deeper as it held on with its vise grip. Even my asshole clamped down onto his fingers as he settled against my cheeks.
“Fuck, yeah. Ella. Milk that cock. I—you—fuck.”
Our bodies tumbled to my bed in a fit of sweat and juices. His fingers slipped from between my ass cheeks and my pussy pulsed so hard it pushed his cock out. Hot spurts of cum fell against the insides of my thighs. And as his body collapsed on top of mine, his hands slid back up my arms.
He didn’t stop until our fingers were threaded together too.
We lay there, panting, with the smell of our sex swirling around my bedroom.
Texas gathered himself before he rolled over, bringing me along with him.
My head settled onto his chest and my leg slithered around his.
My arm fell over his waist weakly as the room continued to tilt.
I felt more alive than I ever had before, and I found myself wondering if Texas felt the same way.
As he lay there stroking his fingers through my hair, I wondered if he felt just as good as I did.
“I know something’s on your mind,” Texas murmured.
I didn’t want to talk about how I felt. About how wonderful it felt being vulnerable with him. For all I knew, this was just another hookup. Another thing we couldn't tell people about.
So, I changed the subject.
“Just thinking about how good this felt.”
Texas chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I hope you did too,” I said.
He reached his lips down and kissed the top of my head, but he didn’t say anything. And I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
“I saw Stone today,” he said.
I tensed. “You did?”
“For a bit, yeah. At the bar.”
“Did you tell him about last night?”
“No. But I do feel bad about lying to him.”
I nodded softly. “I’d feel bad about it too.”
“Yeah,” he said.
“We’re also adults, though. Adults who can live their own lives without the approval of another one.”
“True.”
“I mean if we want to have hot, mindless sex, then why not?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Mindless, huh?”
I waited to see if he’d mention anything else about it, but he didn’t. He just kept stroking his fingers through my hair and kissing the top of my head every once in a while.
“I just wanted to feel good again. And you do that for me,” I said softly.
“Well, I’m glad I can. I get that, too, you know. Wanting to feel good,” he said.
“And you do?”
“Ella, just ask.”
“What?”
“Just ask what you want to ask me,” he said.
I tilted my head back and gazed up into his eyes.
“Are you enjoying whatever this is?” I asked.
He kissed the tip of my nose in a soft way I would have never expected of a man like him. And it made me giggle, which in turn made him smile.
A smile I had greatly come to enjoy.
“More than you know,” Texas murmured.
“So, you don’t regret it?” I asked.
He furrowed his brow. “Hell, no. Never. But we also can’t keep sneaking around behind people’s backs. Your brother, specifically.”
I sighed. “I know. I know.”
As the two of us lay there in one another’s arms, I suppressed the need to tell Texas how much that hurt.
I wanted to be happy with him. I really did.
And I didn’t get why we somehow needed my brother’s approval for all that shit.
I mean, he walked me down the aisle to Jett, for fuck’s sake.
And Texas was nothing like Jett. Texas was the opposite of Jett.
Why would my brother have an issue with it?
Why was he someone we needed approval from?
I snuggled deeper into Texas’ body and relished the last few minutes I had with him.
I pushed all of the doubts and the frustrations from my mind and filled it with how warm he felt against my body.
How stable his muscles felt. How soft his skin felt.
I loved being with him. Being around him.
Being in his presence. Introducing him to parts of my life, including Keva.
I wanted to be out-of-this-world happy with my world, and I felt that kind of happiness when I was with Texas.
When I was in his arms.
“We can’t do this again,” Texas said.
Those few words burst my bubble, forever damaging it.
“What?” I asked.
I pulled away from him and sat up, holding the sheet against my naked body.
“Ella, I’m sorry. But I can’t keep sneaking around behind Stone’s back like this. He’s trusting me to protect you. You and Keva. And if he finds out—”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” I said.
“Ella, it’s not you.”
“I know. I know it isn’t.”
“Ella—”
“Seriously, Texas. I know it isn’t me. Or my life. Or Keva. Or any of those other things. I know you have a devotion to my brother that supersedes any sort of devotion to—”
I stopped myself before I said too much.
“To… what?” Texas asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“To what, Ella?”
“It doesn't matter.”
“It does to me,” he said.
“Apparently not enough to keep seeing me. So, forget it,” I said flatly.
In the back of my mind, I knew he was right. I knew we couldn't keep sneaking around behind my brother’s back. I knew why Stone was doing this, and I knew why Texas couldn't keep doing whatever it was we were doing. And in the grand scheme of things, it was probably better this way.
But as Texas pulled his clothes on and left without another word, it didn’t stop that shit from hurting.
Not one bit.