Chapter 31
Sleep evaded me.
Hardly a surprise given that my mind refused to slow down for a single second.
Unlike the normal nights, when sleep only found me once either alcohol or sheer overworked exhaustion forced my body to shut down, tonight, only one reason kept me wide awake.
Olivia. Livi. Peaches.
I should have known the second she kissed me—a real kiss—I’d be a goner for her.
As if I already wasn’t.
Call it pathetic or whatever, but when it came to sex, I wasn’t one of those guys who could detach emotions from the situation.
To me, they went hand-in-hand.
I’d always been that way, needing to form some sort of bond with a woman before even thinking about becoming physical.
So, little surprise that after one night with Livi, a night where we didn’t play pretend, there wasn’t a shred left in me that wanted to keep the charade going.
There was something between us, more than a spark. It felt like a connection deep-rooted in my core with her, something I’d never experienced before.
Truth be told, I never believed in soul mates, fate, or love at first sight bullshit.
But now? Fuck.
Screw the stupid rules. Fuck not getting attached, because goddammit, I liked my life a whole lot more since she came into it.
And there wasn’t a chance I was going to let that go.
I just wasn’t sure if she would ever let herself feel that way about me.
Running a hand down my face, I stared up at the ceiling, listening to Livi’s soft and steady breaths. She was tucked tightly against my chest and fast asleep, having drifted off half an hour into the movie she insisted I had to watch.
Something about a woman trying to drive a guy away in ten days by doing everything men hated.
Whenever she dozed off on top of me, I didn’t want to disturb her, so I may have watched the entire thing.
And it may not have been the worst movie I’ve ever watched.
Stroking along her warm cheek, I pressed my lips lightly to her forehead before carefully removing myself from her bed.
With only my boxers on, I padded barefoot into the kitchen. The pale moon basked through the window as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped down half in one breath.
Snooping around the cabinets, I tried to find something that might help me sleep. Warm milk, hot chocolate, hell, I’d take an herbal tea at this point.
But alas, nothing.
Looked like I was in for a long night.
A book on the kitchen table caught my attention. Grabbing it, I flipped through the pages and smiled. Of course, it was one of those romance books I’d spied on her bookshelves.
A night reading wasn’t the worst idea.
A lot better than sitting in silence, counting down the hours until my first therapy appointment.
Plus, maybe I’d finally see what all the fuss was about when it came to these book boyfriends of hers.
“Careful, you might learn a thing or two reading that.”
Like a pair of magnets, my eyes found her. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the glow from the window caught her perfectly, making her look like the moon goddess herself.
Moisture vanished from my mouth as something borderline caveman unlocked within me.
She stood there with nothing but my T-shirt on.
And by fuck did I love the sight.
Blood flowed violently to my cock. Bare feet, naked legs, those perky pierced nipples that already stood to attention under the T-shirt, her full parted lips, and all while wearing my clothes— enough to drive a man to madness.
“I said it before and I’ll say it again,” she continued, “your gender would learn so much by reading those romance books.”
“And what exactly is it that we need to learn?”
Keeping my movements slow, I abandoned the book and moved toward her.
Watching my every step, her tongue swept along her bottom lip. “They’d learn what we women actually want.”
I stopped in front of her. “Which is?”
“Read the book and find out.”
A chuckle rumbled in my throat. “Here’s the thing, Peaches.” Keeping one hand on the frame above her head, I closed all remaining distance between us. “I could go back and read that book and ‘learn something’, or I could show you a thing or two that you’ll never experience in one of those books.”
Her pupils dilated.
“So, what’s it going to be?” I took her chin between my fingers, relishing the way her breath hitched. “Stick to fantasy, or let me show you that the real thing is even better?”
That damn tongue of hers rolled along her lip again, the movement leaving me dizzy.
“Show me,” she whispered.
Not wasting a second, I took the nape of her neck as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I groaned, the taste of her seeping into my taste buds, making itself right at home where it belonged.
Pulling her out of the bedroom into the open living room, my free hand slid under her T-shirt. Moving slowly up her stomach, touching every inch of her I could, I etched every part of her to memory. I didn’t stop until my hand cupped her breast while my thumb stroked along her hard nipple.
She took my lip between her teeth and sucked.
Spinning her around so her back rested against my chest, I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head to the side.
She, in return, pushed back into me hard. Her mouthwatering ass cementing right against my cock.
Damn, she felt so good like this.
Being inside her was going to feel like fucking nirvana.
I tightened the grip on her hair, giving me the perfect angle of her neck. Lapping my tongue along her smooth skin, I savored the taste of her mixed with sweat.
Being the teasing demon she was, she rolled her hips, rubbing her ass along my aching cock.
Unable to resist, I sank my teeth into the sensitive crook of her neck as I pinched her nipple.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Fucking hell, at this rate, I wasn’t going to last again.
“Do you want me to mark you, Peaches?” My tongue stroked over the teeth marks. “Do you want everyone to know what I did to you and this pretty neck?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Bite me harder.”
Her whimper was easily becoming my favorite sound.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please?”
“That’s my girl,” I smirked against her skin, before taking it between my teeth again.
Sucking the skin, the caveman territorial side of me longed for the world to see the love bite, for her to wear it proudly.
I moved toward the back of her sofa and positioned her to bend over the back of it.
Kicking her feet apart, I forced her legs to spread as far as they could. “I want to see all of you, every fucking part.”
Stepping back, I growled in appreciation of the view.
My T-shirt pushed up past her breasts, her spread-eagled, and her glistening cunt on full display for me.
A fucking daydream come to life.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, you continue to prove me wrong.”
Turning her head, she looked back at me with a softness, a pained admiration, and with swollen lips.
My boxers dropped to my ankles as I pressed my hand on her lower back. Using my other hand, I cupped her warm cunt and pushed the heel of my hand against her throbbing clit, letting her wetness drip into my palm.
She wiggled against my grip, grinding down hard and trying to allow her clit to rub against me.
“You’re a fucking vision right now.” I pulled my hand away. “Look how soaked you are for me, Peaches.”
Taking my hand covered in her arousal, I brought it to my mouth and slowly licked every drop she coated me in. “I knew you’d taste like a dream,” I hummed.
I was certain there wasn’t anything in this life or the next that would taste better than her.
Her brows shot up, her mouth parting and tongue greedily wetting her lips. “Fuck, how is it possible that you’re real?”
She moved to bring her legs together. I placed myself firmly between them and centered my throbbing cock right between her ass cheeks.
My hips rocked forward, the shaft of my cock easing up between her cheeks.
Fuck, she felt amazing. Better than amazing—more like infinity.
I brought my hand back to her cunt, two fingers circling her swollen clit. Her whole body tensed. Moving the length of my cock between her ass cheeks, another whimper floated from her lips.
It was official, it was indeed my favorite noise.
Coasting my fingers along her bud, I listen to the rapid little moans escaping from her. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come,” she pleaded.
“Tell me how to make you come. Use your words and tell me exactly what you need.”
“Inside me.” Her bottom lip quivered. “I need you inside me.”
Humming in approval, my fingers slipped into her with ease and her cunt clamped around me instantly.
So fucking tight.
So fucking wet.
And so fucking mine.
“Just like that?”
Nodding weakly, she sank her teeth into the inside of her cheek.
As I pulled my fingers out of her, she looked back at me with a disappointed pout.
“Don’t look at me like that, Peaches.” I leaned down and kissed the base of her spine. “Be a good girl, and don’t move a muscle.”
Walking back to her bedroom, I prayed that the condoms in her dresser were in date.
I didn’t think I’d last another second not being buried deep inside her.
Thank fuck! We’re in luck.
Grabbing a condom, I raced back to Livi, who remained in the same position I left her.
Tearing the foil of the condom, I rolled it down my heavy cock, and pinched my shaft, needing to stop myself from exploding at the sight of her dripping cunt waiting for me.
I didn’t need an embarrassing repeat of what happened before.
“If this gets too much, tell me to stop.” Adjusting myself behind her, the tip of my cock pressed against her center. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
Pushing the first inch of my cock in, I steadied myself.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this, about you.”
Another inch.
From this position, her tight cunt enveloped my cock and fucking stars exploded across my sight. Setting my jaw hard, I focused on keeping myself in the moment.
Another inch.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve masturbated to the thought of you? Do you have any idea how badly I want you, Elliott?”
Her words rained down on me, soaking through my skin and settling deep within my bones.
She wants me.
Unable to stop myself, I thrust all the way into her.
“Merde, you’re so goddamn tight, Peaches.”
“Freaking hell,” she cried out, wiggling her hips to adjust to me. “Oh fuck, it’s too much—”
I stilled. “Oh shit, did I hurt you?” Grabbing her hips, I started to retreat.
“No, please don’t.” She shook her head. “Give me a minute. It’s the angle, but I don’t want to stop.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You haven’t, I promise. You’re just so fucking thick compared to Dean Winchester.”
There’s no way I heard her right. Did she seriously say another man’s name while I was buried to the fucking hilt inside her?
“Wait a second. Dean who?”
“Oh, that’s what I call my vibrator.”
“You named your vibrator?”
“Of course I did. It’s a completely normal thing to do,” she laughed, the vibrations going straight to my cock. “But that’s beside the point. The point is, my pussy needs a moment to get used to you and your ridiculously thick cock.”
“Okay,” I soothed, thumbs rubbing her hips. “You set the pace whenever you’re ready.”
After a couple of deep breaths, she started to move her hips back and forth. I stuck to my word and left her completely in control.
It felt better than I’d ever imagined.
Well over a year; that’s how long it’d been since I last had sex or masturbated.
I’d sworn off any sort of pleasure and happiness because I believed I didn’t deserve it.
But with Livi? She threw all that out the window and quickly became my entire undoing.
Once her movements became more confident, her moans growing breathier, I took back control.
Thrusting into her, her arousal slick on the condom and soaking between her thighs, I wiped my thumb on the inside of her left thigh and slickened the digit.
Too lost in chanting my name like a forgotten prayer, she didn’t notice until I pressed the flat of my thumb against her puckering ass.
Her whole body tightened.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?” I teased my thumb around her tight opening.
She shook her head. “But I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to feel you fill me every way possible.” Glancing back over her shoulder, her hair stuck to her forehead. “I trust you, Elliott.”
Adoration flooded my system.
“Play with your clit,” I said, easing my thumb into her ass gradually. “I want nothing more in this world than to feel you come around my cock.”
Eagerly, she reached below and started to play with her clit. Her finger swiping mercilessly, and once my thumb was fully seated in her ass, her moans turned animalistic.
Sweat gathered across my forehead. A tightness coiled in the base of my spine, my legs trembling as I thrust back into her.
The sound of skin on skin, her wet cunt taking every inch of my cock, and our hot and heavy groans filled the apartment.
It was only a matter of time before I lost it completely.
But I wanted her to go first.
“Fuck, Elliot, fuck!” she cried. “It’s too much, it’s too… Dios mío, me voy a correr.”
“It’s okay, Peaches. You’re doing so fucking well right now,” I praised. “I’ve got you. You need to just let go for me.”
Her body seized beneath me, her toes curling under her feet as she threw her head back.
Watching her come undone was a sight to behold, a work of art, a masterpiece that I helped create.
I didn’t relent, slamming into her again and again as I tried to hold on and prolong every second with her.
But her sweet cunt hugged my cock tighter as the orgasm rolled through her, making my balls draw up, and before I blinked, I spilled every goddamn drop of me into the condom deep inside her.
For a moment, I thought I saw the afterlife.
Neither of us moved as we tried to catch our breath.
“You were right,” Livi said weakly. “Real life doesn’t compare to fiction at all.”
I chuckled breathlessly. “See, didn’t I tell you. Real life is better, right?”
My heart actually skipped a goddamn beat like some lovestruck teenager as she smiled back at me and said, “With you it is.”
That smile was living proof that my heart would be lucky to come out unscathed at the end of our four months.