Chapter nine
ELIAS
Me: Up for a little evening sesh?
I shoot her a text the second I'm done with practice. It's been three days since I found out that I'm apparently getting married, and three days of walking around with a heart that feels like it's been stepped on with cleats over and over again.
I've been getting ready to break this off with Sierra, and I figured that I need to do it the proper way. My way. And yeah, I know that once I do this, she won't wait around for me. And I need something to hold on to for the next few months.
Sierra: Tonight?
Me: If you're lucky, I can be at your place in an hour ;)
Me: Unless you've got a hot date lined up. In which case, cancel it
Sierra: I do, actually. He's tall, tattooed and charming. A total hottie
I grin at her reply. We flirt over text like it's a sport, and I'm realizing how much I'm going to miss this. How much I'm going to miss her.
Me: Talking about me?
Sierra: You wish
Sierra: But I guess I can reschedule you for tonight, so make sure to impress me. Preferably shirtless
Me: Naked, you mean
Me: And trust me, impressing you won't be a problem
Me: I'll have you smiling, speechless, and thoroughly fucked. In that order
This isn't how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to have time to figure us out, to maybe turn this thing into something real. But now I'm on a ticking clock, and I hate it.
Still, I show up an hour later, freshly showered, and with my heart pounding like I'm walking into a football game and not a girl's apartment. I was actually supposed to pick up Ruby from the airport, but it kind of slipped my mind until I saw the missed calls from my dad.
I ignored them all.
Sierra is more important.
She's barefoot when she opens the door. My eyes skim over her oversized hoodie and legs for days. The kind of casual that should not be this devastating. It has me wanting to take her right against the door.
"Took you long enough." She grins.
"You try dodging rugged men and a nosy coach for two hours straight."
Her laugh is full and bright, and it hits me somewhere I've been trying to ignore. In the part that wants more than just cheeky texts and casual drop-ins.
Sierra steps aside and lets me in. "You have a lot of making up to do."
"No problem. I'm basically a walking ten-star review." I stride in with my hands in my pockets, watching as she closes the door, locks it, then comes back to me.
"Nothing to worry about then," she says and I instinctively pull her in. Her vanilla scent is filling my senses, and she relaxes into me the second that my arms circle around her waist.
"I wanted to talk to you about something first," I say with a lot of reluctance, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
"Okay."
"It's about us," I say, meeting her eyes again.
Here we go. I'm about to fuck this up.
We sit down on the couch, and I run my hand through her long hair. I told myself I shouldn't touch her like this and make it harder for me, and for her, too... but I just can't stop.
"You know, with the graduation coming, I know that we won't be around each other now as much as we were before. And we agreed that we can make this stop at any point."
"Yeah," she says softly, letting me continue. I take her hands and press my lips on her knuckles, but she stiffens as if she knows what's coming. She probably does.
"I just want to be fair to you. Honest." My eyes stay fixed on hers. "This can't go on forever, and I think we should stop meeting up like this."
I see it in her eyes. The instant disappointment that mirrors mine. We both know that what we have has already gone far ahead into something more than just friends who hookup on occasion. It pisses me off that I have to do this to her. To myself.
"Yeah," she nods slightly. I know that she's trying to hide her feelings, avoiding my eyes for a moment. "So this is it then." She stands back up, and I immediately do the same.
"I'm not saying that I want you out of my life. You're important to me, just like our friends," I say, stepping closer and tilting her chin up. "But.... you know, if you're up for it... can we have one more night?"
"One more?"
"One more." I confirm, already tugging her against me and she doesn't protest. I exhale slowly when her arms lock around my neck. I love that feeling so much.
"You're going to prove if you're worth of that ten star review." Sierra jokes, and I appreciate the lighthearted approach. It makes me chuckle, and I hum, pulling her into a deep kiss.
"Be sure that I will," I say and pick her up into my arms. Her thighs lock around me and I walk to the bedroom to place her on her bed—one that holds so many memories it makes my head light.
She throws off her hoodie, and I groan at the sight of her in nothing but her cotton panties. I throw my shirt off, and then my pants, joining her on the bed and kissing her soft lips again.
Am I seriously leaving this behind?
I lay her down and press my body against hers, letting my lips find her skin and starting to kiss up her neck, paying extra attention to that spot under her ear. I know she likes it when I do it.
It's so natural. Practiced. I'm trying to savor every second, touch every inch of her skin, and kiss every place that I can find. I don't want this night to end. It's all we have left.
My hands run down her smooth skin, and I squeeze her waist, hearing her breathing getting heavier. The way she always reacts to me is overwhelming in the best way.
"Fuck, I need you." I breathe out, leaning back to tug on the hem of her panties. She lifts her legs, letting me pull them off, and then I open them wider and ease in the sight of her already glistening.
I can't help but groan from this inexplicable need, then kiss up her inner thighs. I bite on the skin, soothing it with my tongue right after. Sierra squirms, and I know what she wants, but I want to make this last.
I want it to be all about her.
"Stop moving." I push her legs apart wider, making the sides of her knees hit the mattress.
"Eli," she lets out, and it goes straight down to my dick. I groan lowly, biting on her flesh gently and tugging.
"Don't tease me." She whines, but I don't give in to her protests yet. I want to mark her thighs up and have her remember me.
Her skin is so smooth, soft and warm. And that damn vanilla scent on it is going to be the death of me. My mouth waters at the sight of her getting so worked up, her back arching from need. She's like a goddess. A goddamn aphrodisiac.
And I can't wait any longer. I dive in, licking a stripe up her wet slit and a low moan emits from my throat at the feel. My hands wrap around her thighs and I pull her closer, my nose pressing against her clit as my tongue works diligently.
Sierra breathes out a moan, and I feel like I'm fucking done for. Crazy thoughts litter my brain. It makes me want to capture this moment on camera so I can rewatch it over and over again.
I grow painfully hard at her grinding hips, but I don't stop. Not until she's writhing under me. "That feel good?" I murmur in between before plunging my tongue inside her, earning a blissful whine of pleasure.
"Yeah," she gasps, and her hands reach out for me, tuggig on my hair. I close my eyes, losing myself in her essence completely, letting her use me to her own pleasure and guide me however she likes.
Once she starts getting louder, and more restless, I know that she's close. I have thought about drawing this out, making it last longer, but I can't wait to be inside of her. So I suck on her clit and feel her legs shake on either side of my head. I have to use all my strength to hold her in place.
I draw it out for as long as I can, then look up to see her messy hair sprawled over the pillow that rests under her head. Her cheeks are slightly flush and her parted lips pink and swollen.
Fucking gorgeous.
"Tired already?" I tease, smirking as my eyes glide across her body laying limp. She's breathing hard, her chest rising and falling and I can't help but lower down to pull each of her hardened nipples into my mouth, making a small sound erupt from her mouth again before I muffle it with a kiss.
"You've outdone yourself." She chuckles, and my brows lift at the compliment.
"That good?" I throw my boxers off and stroke myself a few times, then push her legs apart with my knees. Sierra grins, arching a little while her hands move above her head. Fuck.
"Mm, look at you. So pretty." I run my fingertips down her full breasts, her ribs and stomach. She's a fucking sight, alright? A damn good one.
A second after, I sink inside her slowly, taking my time, and my head falls back at how slick, warm, and tight she is.
I suck in a breath, lower lip trapped in between my teeth as I start thrusting deeper, needing to feel all of her wrapped around me.
I push one of her legs back over my shoulder, and lean down to get closer to her.
Her moans in my ear and her hands tugging me down, touching me. It's pure ecstasy.
"Don't stop," she pleads, and her little sighs are making me lose my shit. I grunt against her neck, speeding up my movements.
"I won't stop." I murmur against her lips, capturing them again and again. I make her orgasm in waves, her screams and moans continuing on as the night draws closer. But every time we come up and crash down again, I still want more.
I can't stop wanting her.
"Eli," she whispers, reeling me back in. "Not yet."
I don't complain. We go on until we tire each other out. Until we're absolutely spent, and then I hold her in my arms, watching as sleep lures her in.
As she lays there with her back against my chest, I gently run my fingers through her hair and press a kiss to her shoulder before I force myself to get up and leave. I dress up quickly, knowing that if I stay, I'll want more.
And I can't have it.
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