Chapter three
SIERRA
I wake up, disturbed by the sound of relentless knocking on my door, and the bell simultaneously ringing. I check the time, squinting at the bright screen and barely making out that it's almost one in the morning.
I went to sleep early today, right after the girls left, because the exhaustion of waking up at six in the morning for a week straight had me completely worn out.
Half asleep, I drag myself out of bed and open the door. My eyes land on a dark haired man, the familiar features making my stomach tingle.
"Elias?" I murmur, seeing his eyes lower down to my body. I follow his gaze, figuring that I'm standing there in only my tank top and panties.
"You opening doors half naked now?" he smirks, leaning closer as I rub my eyes, trying to wake myself up.
"Shut up. What are you doing here so late?" I yawn, opening the door wider for him to step in.
"Need some loving." He chuckles, closing the door behind and locking it in place. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and I immediately know what it means.
"Could've told me you were coming here at least."
"I did text you like an hour ago." He steps closer to pull me into his arms and buries his face into the crook of my neck. I squirm immediately, being ticklish, and a small chuckle leaves my lips.
"I need you." He murmurs, sliding his hands down to my waist and holding me tight. My nose scrunches up.
"You smell like sweat."
"And you smell like vanilla," he says back, chuckling. I have no time to react when he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and starting to walk down the hallway to my bedroom.
"Eli, it's late." My voice is muffled, and my forehead is resting against his shoulder.
"I know," he murmurs, mimicking my tone. "But I need a release... and I thought you'd be willing." A smirk shows on his face as he puts me down on the bed, but instead of doing anything else, I snuggle back into my comforter, liking the softness.
"Go shower first," I say, nudging him in the chest with my foot when he tries to get on top of me. "Don't tell me you had practice this late."
"Nah. We just played with Sebastian," he says, gripping on my ankles and making me yelp when he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. "We have a game on Saturday."
I hum in response and my eyes feel droopy again. I know how much football means to him, and it's no wonder that the guys practice some more on their own.
Elias opens my legs and leans down to kiss me, and I chuckle as soon as I feel his lips on mine. I push him back gently, this time with my hands. "Shower or nothing."
The only thing I hear in response is a huff of displeasure, and Elias reluctantly stands up. He goes to take a shower, and in the meantime, I almost fall asleep again. When he's back, he only has a towel wrapped around his waist and doesn't waste a second to get on top of me again.
"Sierra, I'm exhausted. And stressed. And wound up." He groans, snuggling into my neck while his arms sneak around me tightly. "Can I get some attention, please?"
"Mm, poor Eli," I tease. "So stressed and wound up."
"You have no idea," he murmurs, peppering kisses along my skin. "I need you to help me relax." His hand slips under my tank top, palming my breast gently. "Please. I'm literally gonna die if you don't let me fuck you."
I let out a laugh. "Silly. Did you have practice all week?"
"Every day." He sighs, and I lift my arms to let him take my top off. He buries his face into my chest immediately, moaning with content. I feel his lips begin to leave kisses down my body, and I lift my hips to let him take my panties off.
His hair is disheveled, and his arms and chest are littered with tattoos that are easy to make out since they're so much darker than his skin. He's way too easy on the eyes.
I end up settled between his legs, and he relaxes on my bed, leaning on his elbows, watching me as I take him into my mouth. "Fuck yeah," he murmurs, head falling back. "I needed that."
I suck and massage him, wanting to relieve the visible pent-up frustration inside him. "Don't you think that you're stressing too much about the game?" I ask in between. "You're literally among the best on the team."
"I know," he hisses as I take him deeper, his hips bucking slightly. "But coach is riding our asses." His hand tangles in my hair, guiding but not forcing. He looks heavenly right now with his brows pinched together with pleasure.
"You're gonna do great." I chuckle, sucking for a bit more, just to keep him moaning. "Besides, didn't I say we're not doing this tonight?"
"I couldn't fucking wait," he pants, eyes rolling back slightly as he lets out a moan.
"I'm gonna need more than just your mouth tonight. Fuck," he breathes, starting to get twitchy.
I hollow my cheeks, giving him a few more sucks before he spills into my mouth.
His body tenses, head rolling back again in pleasure.
"Come here," he breathes out, and I wipe my lips slightly.
A moment passes before Elias pulls me up, kissing me on the lips, then flipping us over so he's on top.
He settles between my thighs, starting to suck on my neck.
I'm already soaked from seeing his pleasure earlier, but this is another thing to get me going, and he knows it.
We didn't hook up in over a week now, and it's clear how much we both need to get rid of all stress. Him with the upcoming football match, and me with all the lectures and studying. Lately, he's been my only distraction from all the shit that's been piling up.
Our lips meet again, and he grabs a handful of my ass. It has me moaning softly and I tangle my fingers through his hair. His tongue delves into my mouth and I welcome it appreciatively, kissing back harder.
"Mm," he reaches between us to guide himself into my entrance, pushing in just enough to make me gasp. "Are you still on birth control?" he asks quietly, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "Because I really want to fuck you bare tonight."
"Yeah, I am," I say. "But you better not have been sticking it in someone else. If you did, I'll know, because it'll mess up my pH."
Elias lets out a chuckle. "I haven't touched anyone else." He pushes deeper, making me breathe out a sigh of pleasure. He starts to move slowly, causing me to let out a moan.
"Okay, good."
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Elias grunts against my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin while his hands roam my body. I'm already losing it, my back arching from his hands gliding over my sides. "So responsive, baby," he sucks on my neck.
His eyes remain on my face, and he reaches down so that his thumb finds my clit, circling it. I gasp. "Fuck, Eli."
"God, no wonder I can't go more than a few days without you," he pants. "You make such pretty noises and spread your legs so easily."
This makes me give him a nasty look. Suddenly I'm more awake than ever, and I grab his neck, then squeeze. "Call me easy again and I'll throw you out of this house naked," I say lowly, but he just chuckles, still moving.
Fucker.
He lowers his head to nuzzle into my neck. "You act easy for me," he taunts, but I know he's aware that I'm more than capable of following through with my threat. He nips at my skin, continuing to thrust into me.
"Don't fucking test me," I say back and push him back on the bed hard, pinning him down.
"Fuck," he groans, arms above his head. "You know I'm just messing with you." He lets out another chuckle, not even minding the change of position.
"Uh-huh." I scoff, moving on top of him. "Dumbass."
"You're so fucking pretty when you're mad," he says, hands skating down my thighs before he hums lowly and squeezes my ass, guiding my movements with a firm grip.
"Quiet." I clench my walls on purpose and keep going. I grab his neck again, having much more control since he's under me now.
"Shit, you always get so physical when you're pissed off." His hands roam my stomach and ribcage and he squeezes gently.
"Fucker," I huff. "You're doing this on purpose."
Elias gives me another grin, then flips me around without warning, making me gasp. His thrusts become more deliberate and deep, one of his hands pushing my knee down against the mattress so he can go deeper and harder. It makes my eyes roll back, an involuntary moan escaping me.
"Maybe I am," he says smugly. "Every time you get mad at me, it turns me the fuck on." He starts going faster, lowering his head so he can nibble on my neck. "You know what else turns me on?" he whispers hotly.
I let out sounds, my back arching when he takes full control. I can barely even think from how good he's making me feel.
"Answer or I'll stop." He teases.
"What?" I pant, my hands flying around his back to not let him escape. "What else?"
"The way you let me fuck you however I want," he says. "And you always take it like a good girl." He leans down to gently graze his teeth over my nipple. I arch into him, my thighs squeezing around his waist, and the top of my head is pushing against the mattress as he rocks into me harder.
"So fucking pretty," he breathes out, circling my clit again. I feel my release building up at the pit of my stomach, and soon, my body convulses under him. My orgasm triggers his own, and he lets out a low moan that makes me feel lightheaded.
"Shit," he slowly pulls out, and I feel him kiss me again before he grins. "You're amazing," he says, getting off me and starting to pull his pants on again.
A part of me feels empty at the thought of him leaving and concealing his body from my sight, but the other part of me feels too tired to care too much.
"Have a good night." Elias smirks, swatting my ass playfully before he throws his shirt back on, too. I only reward him with my middle finger, hearing his laugh before he's gone.
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