4. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Rebecca
I ’m panting, my chest heaving as I lie on my back with my fingers twisted into Eli’s hair while his face is still between my legs.
Never, in my life, have I had an orgasm that intense.
While I questioned my sanity coming to his room in the first place, and then letting him run his hands up my legs with clear intent for more than a conversation, I’m extremely happy I gave in to baser needs.
Awkwardness rolls over me, and I let go of his hair, moving my legs from his shoulders as I turn to the side.
But he doesn’t let me feel weird for more than a second before he glides over my body and buries his nose in the crook of my neck. A low hum rumbles through him and vibrates my chest.
Gliding his hand down my body, he speaks against my ear. “Should we keep going? Or do you want to call it quits?”
A shiver racks through me, and I twist my fingers into the front of his dress shirt. “More.”
Pushing himself up to his hands, a sly smile sprawls across his face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He hops off the bed and grabs my wrist, spinning me so my feet dangle over the edge of the bed and then pulling me to stand. With one tug, I fall against his chest and his fingers trail up my arms, shifting my curls over my shoulders before latching onto the zipper of my dress.
The only sounds in the room are the slow steady sound of a zipper being undone and my heavy breathing. As he lowers the metal with one hand, the other grazes down my spine, setting my skin on fire.
Nobody has ever been this slow and sensual with me before. It’s only ever hurried or a fumbling of body parts. Even when I lost my virginity.
But this…this has my heart thumping, my hands trembling, and my breaths coming in short spurts as anticipation consumes me.
Once the zipper is down, his fingers gently caress up my back and to my shoulders, lowering the garment from my arms and letting it pool on the floor at my feet.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I await his scrutiny. But one glance over my frame has his eyes widening and a smile quirking his mouth.
“So very beautiful, Bex.”
With quick hands, he undoes the buttons on his shirt, revealing a toned chest that has me swallowing roughly. I’m stunned still, not sure what to do with myself as I watch Eli undress.
He exudes confidence as he shreds every article of clothing, even his socks. It’s not difficult to see why, as he’s clearly descended from the Greek gods. Which has insecurity snaking through my mind, making me want to cover myself up.
I haven’t even given myself a moment to look any lower than his chest. If everything else is as astounding as his upper half, I may pass out.
I’m by no means a virgin, but so far, he’s making me feel like I’m not even in the same arena as him.
Turning away from me, he walks across the room, and I take a gander at his ass. It’s what I’d consider to be the perfect man ass. Not too big, not nonexistent. And toned.
He digs through his bag for a minute, and I watch, stuck in my spot near the bed, not sure what to do with myself.
Foil tearing fills the room and makes my heart thud harder. I’m standing here stark naked, with arguably the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life, yet the sound of a condom being opened is what makes this feel real to me. Not even the fact that he ate me out better than I'd ever dreamed possible a few minutes ago.
Without skipping a beat, he walks back toward the bed, taking my hand and pulling me toward the top of it. He throws back the blanket and sheet, propping some pillows against the headboard before lying down.
When I don’t move, he laughs and extends his hands toward me, opening and closing them a few times. “Come here.”
I tip up onto my toes for a moment before obliging, climbing up onto the bed. I don’t get very far before he takes charge, positioning my body so I’m straddling him.
His hand clasps the back of my neck, and he pulls me down, so my mouth crashes onto his. I have to catch myself from falling into him, my hands landing firmly on his taut chest. His tongue darts across the seam of my lips and I welcome him eagerly.
The hand on my neck tightens as his tongue dances in my mouth, and the other latches onto my hip, rocking me back and forth. When my body takes over, grinding against his lower stomach, he releases my hip and slips his hand forward, his thumb pressing against my clit.
Though I try to tip my head back, his grip is too tight and instead I moan into his mouth as I buck my hips. Neither of us slows, my movements becoming faster and harder as he swirls with more pressure.
As if he already understands my body, he releases my mouth, dropping his head back as he watches me fall apart.
“That’s so sexy, Bex.”
My face burns, but I don’t get even a minute to dwell on it as he lifts my hips and lines himself up, slowly lowering me onto his rock-hard cock. The stretch of him pulls a loud whimper from my chest, and my nails dig into the smooth skin of his pecs as I adjust.
Once I’m fully seated, he releases me, propping his hands behind his head. It’s almost as though he’s expecting some sort of show instead of a pathetic attempt of a girl who’s clearly far less experienced to get herself off.
Being on top is by far my least favorite. I’m too self-conscious about whether I’m doing it right, if it feels good for him, and inevitably my lower half always tires before I'm close enough to finish. But something about Eli drives me, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had, his gaze locking onto my chest before raising back to my eyes. It helps that I’ve never had anyone or anything inside me that feels better than he does.
Though I move languidly on top of him, every movement feels incredible. With my hands planted firmly on his chest, he moves his to touch me again, sliding them up and down my back, holding my waist when he reaches my ass.
Pulling my lips between my teeth, I decide to take a chance and change the course of what’s happening. I lean forward, whispering, “I want you to fuck me,” right against his ear, then pull back and wait for a reaction.
What I get is a smirk, squeeze of my ass, and low chuckle. “Oh, sweet thing, you couldn’t handle me fucking you. Why don’t you just keep moving your tight little self on my cock until I blow inside you, then we’ll see.”
Straightening up, I still, eyes narrowing. “And why exactly would I not be able to handle it? I’m not a delicate flower.” What the hell does he know?
Cocking one eyebrow, he rolls his gaze down my body. “You sure about that?”
“Very.”
“If you insist.” Hooking his leg over mine, he flips me to my back so fast my head spins. Pure fire sears through his eyes, and I shrink down a bit. Maybe this was a mistake.
Planting his hands on either side of my face, his forearms cord beside me. A slight tilt of his hips makes my back arch, and my fingers grab at his taut biceps.
Bending down, he places his open lips in the center of my chest, then he licks his way up along my neck, taking my chin in his hand and pushing up to expose my throat. His teeth drag up my skin, until there’s a sharp pinch just under my jaw.
This fucker just bit me.
As he moves his parted lips to my ear, he breathes heavily, a low rumble reverberating through my body. “You taste delicious.”
I want to use a witty comeback, but as it is, I can barely think. He’s pressed all the way inside me, and I’m trying not to squirm against him, in desperate need of friction.
Whether he can tell or just feels it too, he slowly draws himself out before gliding easily and fully back in. He repeats this over and over, picking up speed with each round until he’s slamming into me so powerfully my body jerks with each and every thrust.
Just when I think it can’t get better, he hooks my knees on his elbows, and I’m sprawled wide open for him. Every particle in my body ignites.
Whines rip from my throat, and I claw at him, my nails trying to find traction anywhere they can as stars glitter in my vision.
My entire body trembles as I clench down around him, my feet stiffening in a painful way as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
I barely even notice the repeated thrusts and groan before he stills and drops to his elbows. His chest grazes mine with every rapid breath.
When he pulls away and walks right to the bathroom, I worry my lip between my teeth. Should I get up? Should I be leaving?
But functioning isn’t possible as my whole body still zings and my legs feel like jelly.
Thankfully, he’s back quickly, climbing into bed and settling back into the pillows, closing his eyes.
My gaze darts around the room, not sure what to do with myself. “Should I…should I go?”
His lids fly open, and he turns to face me. “Not unless you want to. But I’d be happy if you stayed.” A coy smile transforms his face as his gaze trails down my body again.
While part of me isn’t sure I want to stay just to be a fuck buddy for the night, I also can’t deny that I’ve never had that intense of an orgasm or felt this amazing after sex. One or two more times certainly wouldn’t hurt anything. Plus, it’s a long drive back, in the dark, to Marigold Park.
I nod and turn to my side to face him. “I’d like to stay.”
His eyes twinkle with his smile. “Good.” He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest, his fingers immediately twisting into my hair.
Normally, I’m a bit of an insomniac and have trouble falling asleep. But with Eli surrounding me, and the feel of his fingers in my hair, I drift off in no time.
My eyes fly open, and I take in my surroundings without moving. There’s a heaviness over my midsection, which I quickly identify as an arm, as well as breathing that flutters the hairs at my neck. It’s accompanied by a light snore.
The slightest shift has me wincing with soreness, and it takes me all of two seconds for the events of the night to come rushing back.
Which is quickly followed by a wave of shame.
I just had a one-night stand. I’ve never seen myself as that type of girl, preferring relationships or at the very least an established connection before sleeping with somebody.
My hand covers my eyes and I shake my head. What was I thinking?
Clearly, I wasn't. At least we were safe.
Quietly and carefully, I slip out from under his arm, which falls onto the mattress. He doesn’t even flinch.
My eyes strain in the almost complete darkness, save for the clock and outside lights pouring in through the slightly open curtain. Finding my clothes, I pick them up from the floor and quickly redress.
Carrying my heels in my hand, I tiptoe to the door, taking one last look at Eli. He still hasn’t moved, the moonlight splaying across his back.
While the night was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and there’s an unexplainable draw to Eli, I know it’s better if I leave without a word. It was clear from the beginning that this was a one-time thing. If it wasn’t, wouldn’t he want to know my full name?
Besides, it’s not like I’m likely to ever see him again.