24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Rebecca
H is thrusts are carnal, hard, almost punishing. And I love every second. He seems so calm and demure during the day, in the classroom. Who would have known he’s this wild in bed. It’s almost like an alter ego takes over.
“Why does it feel like you’re punishing me?” The words come out stilted as he slams into me, and I try to find traction on his desk.
“I am punishing you. For being such a Goddamn fucking tease and so amazing I can’t stop myself from sinking into you every chance I get.” The fact that we’re in his office with his pants pooled around his ankles and my skirt flipped over my ass as he rams me against the desk only proves his point.
Once he stopped me from leaving, things went from kissing to me bent over the desk in all of five minutes. I’d care if it wasn’t so fucking sexy and demanding. The knowledge that the pure need for me is what drives him is enough to make me dizzy.
The fact that we could very easily get caught, and what we’re risking in the process, adds a level of excitement that I never would have expected to be such a turn-on.
His hand tangles in my curls and yanks me toward him, arching my neck. The sting against my scalp only increases the sensation of him pounding into me. While my experience with men isn’t nonexistent, it’s never been quite so feral.
It’s like he can’t control himself and lets go completely. It all makes me feel more wanted, more needed, than ever before.
The fingers holding my hip dig in tighter, and he groans behind me before letting go of my hair and trailing a hand down my back, smacking my ass.
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s pulling out and gripping my hips, spinning me around and closing his hand around the back of my neck. His mouth collides with mine and his fingers trail down my spine, under the hem of my skirt and under my thigh, pulling it up so I wrap the leg around his waist.
He holds my ankle against his lower back for a moment before sliding his hand back to my ass, giving a squeeze before pressing upward. With one hand still clasped around my neck, I get the message and give a little hop, looping my other leg around him.
A smile spreads his lips as he adjusts his hold on me, jostling me slightly before walking across the room.
Shelves press into my back as he holds me against one of his bookshelves. He wastes no time thrusting back inside me and my head tips onto the books as my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“I’ve always dreamed of fucking someone here, Bex.”
The admission does something to me, snapping a cord that had been holding me back. I grip the back of his head and pull his face to mine, smashing my mouth against his in a fiery, almost painful kiss.
My teeth graze his lips, and I roll my hips against his. I’ve never needed someone so badly in my life.
“Make me come, Eli.”
One corner of his mouth ticks up and he trails his knuckles down my cheek. “I’d be happy to, sweet thing.”
Supporting me with one hand, the other grips onto a shelf above my head. He uses it for leverage as he slams into me. My body bobs up and down, trying to hold on to him with everything I have.
His heavy breaths on my neck send a shiver racing down my spine, causing me to clench. In return, he presses his teeth into the smooth skin between my neck and my shoulder with a hard thrust.
A yelp leaves my throat as my orgasm decimates me. Eli rests his forehead against the shelf as he groans and pulsates inside me.
“Fuck.” The word barely even registers with me as I’m just a boneless lump in his arms.
His chuckle jostles me, but I’m still so far removed from reality that I let him carry me across the room, barely moving as he sits in his chair, keeping me on his lap.
My head falls against his heaving chest, and the pounding of his heart makes the humming in my ears lessen. I jump when his fingers start idly gliding up and down my thigh.
“Don’t tease me like that again, sweet thing.”
I pick my head up from his chest and meet his eye. “Don’t give me a reason to.”
His eyes narrow. “You have my number. This was a dirty game. I had every intention of bringing you home with me today.”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining about the outfit a minute ago. And has that plan changed now that you got laid?” Dread bubbles in my stomach. He said it wasn’t just sex, but maybe he changed his mind.
“Not even a little, as long as you want to come back to my apartment. And while the outfit is incredibly sexy, I don’t like other men ogling my woman. So, the next time you want to play dress up, do it at my place.” The words are so domineering, so commanding. Normally, I wouldn’t want someone telling me what to do. But when Eli does it? I just about melt into a puddle at his feet.
When I don’t answer, he pushes some curls behind my shoulder. “You don’t have to work to get my attention, Bex. You have it. Completely.”
“You let me leave without a way to contact you.” There’s a waver to my tone, and I hate how that sounds.
“And then gave you my number on your paper on Monday.”
I sigh, knowing I’m being childish. “I thought dressing a little sexy wouldn’t hurt.”
He grabs my ass. “This is mine. I don’t want anybody else seeing it. Got it?”
With my lips pressed into a firm line, I nod. It’s not that I disagree with him, and I rarely dress in something skimpy, not even for Halloween.
“So, what now?”
“Now, you’re going to get your fine ass back in that jacket, and we’re going to go back to my place. If that’s alright with you. I’m certainly not going to hold you hostage.”
I nod and hop off his lap, smoothing down my skirt and running a hand through my hair. Even though I can’t see it, I can tell it’s absolute chaos, so I pull it back with the hair tie that resides on my wrist.
In those few minutes, he manages to reassemble himself and pick my coat up from the floor, holding it open for me to slip into.
The tip of his nose trails up my neck, and he presses a kiss behind my ear, making me shiver.
“So, are you coming home with me?”
“Yes.” Though I don’t want to say no, I don’t even think it would be possible. It’s like the word has ceased to exist from my vocabulary, at least where Eli is concerned.
I turn around to find a smile on his face. It makes my heart flutter.
While having sex in his office was very risky, and I don’t know how we’re going to get from this building to his apartment, it’s all worth it. Not just because the sex is incredible, but because of the happiness I feel in his presence.
My whole world brightens when he smiles at me, and it’s like I’ll do anything I can to make him do it again.