Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Elliana
It feels like forever, lying back on my elbows, staring up into his eyes. I meet his gaze without blinking, without flinching, because I won’t let him see my fear. I won’t make it that easy.
An eternity locked in a silent battle. Him smirking, me trying not to shake.
“You can try,” he murmurs, the sound something between a growl and caress. “Go ahead. Try to stop me. I could use the laugh.”
“You think you’re intimidating?” Somehow, I even laugh a little while my insides go hot as lava. It’s his nearness. It’s the reminder of what he’s been able to do to my body before now.
And what he could do again.
A brief, nasty smile tips the corners of his mouth upward. “I’m not trying to be intimidating, but I can be if that’s what you want.” Dipping his head lower, he brushes his lips ever so slightly over my neck, just enough to make goosebumps cover my skin. “It’s up to you.”
“If it’s up to me, you would get off me.” No, he would rather grab my wrists and give them a quick tug, pulling my elbows from under me, making me land flat on my back. My hands are above my head before I know what’s happening, wrists pinned by one of his hands.
“You sure about that?” His free hand slithers under my tank top, closing over one of my boobs. Like magic, my nipple hardens, and he laughs. “That’s what I thought. Why do you bother lying to yourself? You know you love this.”
The worst part? When he rolls his hips to grind his thick erection against my pussy, I can’t pretend he’s wrong. It feels too good—the friction, the heat. A flood is starting to build, and it’s going to be intense once it’s released.
But there’s still a tiny part of me that doesn’t want to make it easy for him. Maybe I need to be able to tell myself I didn’t make it easy. I need to keep my dignity so I can look at myself in the mirror afterward.
So even though I have to fight the urge to grind against him so I can ease the pressure that’s building in my core, I force a laugh. “Is that what you need to tell yourself so you feel like a big, hot man? Maybe the senator’s daughter decided you weren’t man enough for her, so now you have to prove it to yourself?”
The words are barely out of my mouth when I know I’ve made a mistake. I took it too far. Something races across his face, something dark and dangerous.
My heart starts pounding painfully while his grip on my wrists tightens until I feel my bones grinding together. “Is that what you think happened? I think we both know it’s not. I mean…”
Need explodes between my legs when he grinds harder, driving himself against me until I can barely hold back a whimper. “You come like a faucet when I touch you. But let’s talk about the senator’s daughter. You sure were paying attention to us tonight. Why were you staring at us and clocking every move?”
“Because you were in front of me,” I whisper, doing everything I can not to writhe against him as the pleasure starts to build. I wouldn’t stop him now if he stuck his hand down my shorts. I wish he would. My hips lift without me meaning them too, and I have to grind my teeth to hold back a moan.
He squeezes my boob, thumbing the nipple until the blood racing through my veins turns to lava. My back arches against him because there’s no hope. I can’t fight this. It doesn’t matter how I know I should. There’s no such thing as winning once his hands are on me.
“Keep telling yourself that.” His hot breath makes me shiver, traveling over my skin until his mouth is maybe an inch from mine. “Just like you can keep telling yourself you don’t like this.” My lips tingle when his barely brush against them. I’m lost. Gone, whimpering. My slit is a river by the time his tongue brushes across my parted lips before dipping into my mouth.
Oh, yes. My body sinks into the mattress, every last ounce of resistance melting away. I match him stroke for stroke, fire racing through me, making me do things I would never dream of. Like showing him how much I want this.
“So easy to get excited.” But he can’t pretend this isn’t doing something to him. He’s breathing faster, harder, grinding his dick against me while I lift my hips, tilting them so he can rub against my pussy.
My head drops back as his lips trace a trail of flame down my throat. He still has me pinned—I fight, tugging my arms, but he won’t let go. “I like you this way,” he whispers against my boobs before yanking the tank top up over my chest and pulling one of my nipples between his lips.
Pleasure explodes like a bomb, sending shockwaves through me. I’m already so wet and aching hard enough to hurt, but now I’m sure this will kill me. It feels too good. I can’t live through it. My heart can’t take it.
“Mm…” His deep, throaty moan makes my hips roll to meet his grinding. I look down at him and our eyes meet when he lifts his head away from my chest, where my boobs glisten with his saliva. “Your skin is so sweet.”
Then he needs to taste more. I don’t have the nerve to say that out loud, and I can’t even believe the thought came to my head. I can only arch my back again, offering him more of me, anything he can touch or taste.
“Is somebody in a hurry?” A different kind of heat flushes my skin when he laughs at the way I raise my hips the second he grazes my waistband. Damn him. It’s not bad enough he has this power over me? He has to laugh about it, too?
“That’s okay. I’m in a hurry, too.” The dark, dangerous gleam in his eyes makes my heart stutter, then take off double time once he starts easing the shorts over my ass and down my legs. “In a hurry to taste this pussy. You like it when I do that, don’t you?”
This can’t be happening, can it? He’s not really kneeling in front of me, spreading my thighs wider, rubbing the faint scruff on his cheeks across my sensitive skin. He’s not really teasing my slick lips with his thumbs before parting them so he can stare at my throbbing clit. He can’t be.
“So pretty.” He extends his tongue, and my breath catches as the realization of what he’s done to me washes over me all at once.
And then he’s on me, lapping at me, dragging his tongue through my folds and over my swollen clit, pulsing, driving me out of my mind with a kind of pleasure I didn’t know was possible. Not until him, not until now.
It’s almost unfair, him being so good at this. Making me whimper as he licks me again and again, teasing me by lingering at my entrance, circling it before going back to my clit so he can lick it like his life hangs in the balance.
I can’t help it. I can’t hold back. “God… oh, Carter… that’s… so…”
“It’s so what?”
My eyes fly open, and I look down the length of my body to find him grinning. “Tell me.”
“Don’t stop!” My hips jerk upward, and I reach for him, ready to pull him down because, my god, I was so close.
“Oh? You want this all of a sudden?” His blue eyes are filled with enough wickedness to make me hate him more than I ever have.
But I need him. “Carter…” It’s a whimper, and I hate the sound of it, but my body has needs, and he’s using it against me.
“You wanna come? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He never breaks eye contact as he leans in again, this time focusing all of his attention on my clit. Yes . I sink back against the mattress, my head rolling from side to side, as I start to drown in sensation all over again. His tongue on me, making me burn. The soft sheets under me. I’m more alive than I’ve ever been, soaring, wrapped up in the moment. Wrapped up in him.
Until I’m not.
I can’t help the groan of complete frustration that bursts out of me when his tongue goes away all of a sudden. “No!” I groan.
“No, you don’t want to come?”
“No, don’t stop!” He knows what I mean. My body is one throbbing nerve, and he wants to play games.
“So you didn’t want to come? Use your words.” His thumb skims my swollen flesh, sliding through my wetness, and I let out a tormented cry.
“Yes! Yes, please!”
“That’s it. Beg me, Elli. Make me know how much you need it.” His tongue darts out to flick the tip of my clit, and I scream because it’s all too much. My heart’s going to explode, and I can barely breathe. It’s so good, too good.
“Please, please! Let me come. Make me come.” I would say anything, do anything. My hips are rolling, my body a coiled spring ready to pop.
“I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve proven how much you want to.”
“Jesus Christ! Let me come!” I thrust my hips against his face, and it must convince him. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll break his nose.
Either way, he buries his face against me, grunting, panting, working me until the tension is too much and my body has no choice but to give in. To take what it wants more than anything.
And when the wave crashes and pulls me under, there is nothing but relief. Nothing but bliss radiating through me, making my thighs close around his head as I ride it out. He doesn’t stop, either, dragging every ounce of sensation from my body until I pretty much collapse with a breathless whimper. My strength is gone, my body drained in the best way.
“You convinced me.” His voice sounds like it’s coming from far away. I’m still floating on a cloud. It was so much more intense, probably because he left me hanging like he did.
It’s only when he spreads my thighs wide again that my eyes open. He’s standing between them now, naked, with his erection jutting out in front of him. His tip is glistening, and he rubs his precum over the head and down his shaft with a few strokes from his fist.
“You think you have another one in you? Think you could come on my cock tonight?” He must see the fear that grips me all at once, since he smiles at my sharp gasp. “What? You afraid it will be too much for you?”
Honestly? Yes. And he must know that. He must know he’s been my first in every way so far.
But when my body tenses once he gets closer, running his head along my slit, he only chuckles. “You’ll get used to it. Just breathe.”
“Wait. I don’t—” But it’s too late. My brain hasn’t had a chance to catch up before I feel the pressure down there, the sudden feeling of being too full. That’s it. My virginity is gone. He took it without even asking.
But instead of shoving himself in the way he shoved himself into my mouth, he pauses, one armed wrapped around each thigh. “Relax.” His jaw is clenched tight, like he’s being tortured, but he waits. Is that normal?
Does it matter? Slowly, my body starts to adjust to his presence. He senses that, he must, because he starts to move forward, filling me up more, stretching me until I don’t think I can take anymore. I’m standing on the line between pain and pleasure, but even the pain sort of feels good.
It doesn’t last long. It fades as he pulls back and fills me again. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, what I’m supposed to think. This is a deeper satisfaction than when his tongue is on me.
“You like that?” he whispers, wrapping my legs around his hips. I lock them behind him out of instinct, feeling the way his ass flexes and clenches with each slow, measured stroke.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes. I like it.”
“You’re so fucking tight… snap me in half…” His eyes close, his hands now moving over my body, fondling me, playing with me while he keeps moving. In and out, a slow rhythm, and every stroke takes the pressure building in my core and pushes it higher. Farther.
And by the time his thumb finds my clit so he can stroke it in time with his movements inside me, I know it’s going to happen again. I’m going to come, the way he wants me to. The way I want to.
“So close… fuck, Elli… tighter…” He moves a little faster, a little deeper, and I have never wanted anything more than this. Than for him to fuck me. It feels too good.
It’s going to happen. I take one last look at him, standing at the foot of the bed, abs flexing, his skin flushed, before closing my eyes to absorb the perfection of his wide dick moving rhythmically. “Oh…” I whimper. “God, yes.”
“My cock feels good inside you?” he pants. “Are you going to cream all over it?”
His filthy words only make everything more intense. “Yes!” I shout, desperate for the tension to break. “Yes, yes! Fuck me!”
I’m completely lost, aren’t I?
But it doesn’t feel bad, especially once the tension breaks all at once, and I shatter into a thousand pieces around him. Nothing makes sense. I don’t know who I am. I only know I’m coming hard, shaking and moaning by the time he pulls back and aims his dick, so his cum lands on my pussy.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” he almost roars, with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and a look of pure bliss washing over his face before his fist starts to slow. He then releases a long, deep sigh, his gaze landing on me. A slow smile spreads—knowing, maybe a little smug.
He’s not going to ruin this, is he? I’m lying here with my shirt up around my chest, and my legs are still spread. I’m out of breath, hoarse, more vulnerable than I’ve been in a long time. Maybe ever. He wouldn’t destroy me by making a sarcastic comment, would he?
“Wait right there.” That’s all he says before he goes to the bathroom, flipping on the light before turning on the water in the sink. My head is spinning, and I’m almost afraid to move. Like I’ll only break the strange spell over me if I do. What just happened?
It’s not long before he comes back with a washcloth. When he touches it to my skin, wiping away the cum he left behind, he’s gentle. He takes his time.
I can’t understand him.
I have to say something once he’s finished. I can’t let this moment pass in silence. But when my mouth opens, the first thing I think to say is, “Are you always this nice to girls you blackmail into having sex with you?”
He’s wearing a tiny frown as he backs away, going to the bathroom and tossing the washcloth in the direction of the sink. “Is that what I did?” he asks, moving toward the door after collecting his clothes. “Because the way I remember it. I didn’t have to blackmail you into anything. You did that because you wanted to.”
I open my mouth, ready to argue… until I realize he’s right. There is no argument. He didn’t blackmail me into having sex with him. At least not verbally.
The last thing I see is his knowing smirk before he steps into the hall and closes the door, leaving me to wonder how I’m supposed to protect myself when I lose a little more of who I thought I was every time he touches me.