Chapter 19 #2
My fingers tremble slightly as I slide the jacket down, letting it pool on the floor without breaking eye contact. I lift my arms as he instructed, anticipation tightening every nerve in my body.
His hands brush against my sides as he slowly lifts my top over my head, careful but deliberate, exposing me from the waist up.
My skin tingles under his gaze. I watch as he drags his tongue along his bottom lip, and goosebumps prickle across my pale skin.
The intensity in his blue eyes makes it impossible to look anywhere else.
Just like that, the air between us crackles, thick with heat and tension.
I ache for him—any touch, anything that lets me feel him closer. My nipples are hard, and the wet heat between my legs makes it impossible to think straight.
Elijah drinks me in. “Has anyone ever fucked your tits?”
I arch one brow, letting a slow, sultry curve my lips, eyelashes fluttering teasingly. “Thought you didn't want me talking about my past lovers?”
“Beautiful brat,” he grunts as his fingers work at the button of his trousers.
I can't help the tiny wiggle of anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through me. This time, it's my turn to taste him. To hear him moan my name and to take control just enough to make him forget himself.
I watch, mesmerised, as he pulls his trousers down just far enough, and there he is. His dick is thick, veined, glistening, the tip flushed a deep, tempting red with a bead of precum glinting like it's calling to me.
It's massive. Bigger than anything I've ever been with. My pulse spikes, and for a moment, I wonder if sex is off the table.
“You're really good for a guy's ego, princess. But when the time comes, it'll fit. Even if I have to stretch you a little with those colourful dildos you hide in your bedside drawer.”
I gasp before I can stop myself.
“You were snooping through my things?”
Elijah steps closer, sliding a hand down to wrap around the base of himself, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
“You left the drawer open.”
My mouth falls open in a perfect little O.
Oops.
He grips my chin with his other hand, tilting my head up. “I need you so fucking badly. Grip my thighs. This isn't going to be gentle, and if it's too much, pinch me, alright?”
I nod eagerly, pressing my thighs together instinctively.
“Open for me.” he nudges the tip against my lips. The salty, musky taste of him hits me, and I can't resist opening wider. His thickness slides against my tongue, smooth and hot, teasing every inch of me, promising heaven with each pass.
I swirl my tongue, and he jerks suddenly, a rough breath tearing from him as his fingers fist my hair.
He shudders when I take all of him, even when he presses too deep, over and over, my hands gripping his thighs to steady myself.
His head falls back as he gives in, not holding back, letting himself use my mouth exactly the way he wants.
Even on my knees, even as his grip tightens and his control slips, I love knowing I’m the one doing this to him. I’m the reason he sounds like that.
“So fucking perfect for me.” his voice is wrecked. “This mouth is heaven.”
The praise hits harder than anything else, heat pooling low in my body, my thighs pressing together as I keep going. Everything in me longs for my own release, but I don't.
This time is for him.
“That’s it, take my cock. Take every inch of me.”
I tighten my hold on his thighs, digging in, feeling so needy for him. I lift one hand and cup him, giving a slow squeeze. He quivers hard, a curse tearing from his mouth.
“Shit, Willow.”
His rhythm breaks, thrusts turning uneven, more urgent, each one pushing deeper past my lips.
I can feel how close he is in the way his body tightens, the way his grip in my hair turns possessive.
Saliva slips the corner of my mouth, warm against my chin, and I focus on relaxing my throat, on taking him as he slides in again and again.
He's everywhere, filling my mouth, and I breathe through it, grounding myself on the sound of his husky voice, the way he says my name like I’m some goddess he only worships.
For a few ruthless seconds, he tightens his hold in my hair before he finally pulls me away. My hand slips from him, a thin string of spit stretching between us.
“Stand up.”
I do; my legs shake beneath me.
He moves in close, turning me and pushing me back against the desk. I grab the edge, knuckles whitening, as he fists himself and shifts forward, sliding between my breasts.
Thank god for the height difference.
“Hold them together,” he growls through clenched teeth.
I obey, hands trembling as the desk digs into my spine, my skin slick where he moves against me. His breathing breaks, filling the room.
“Fuckkkk. You have the prettiest tits.”
I love his mouth. No guy has ever been this vocal, apart from the occasional grunt.
He braces his hands on the desk behind me, forcing me to arch my back. I’m right on the edge of cracking my head against the wood when his palm slides behind my skull, steadying me just in time.
Moving against me, his hardness sliding up and down brutally, like he's already gone past the point of stopping. Then he breaks.
I gasp out loud as warmth splashes over my skin, down my chest, along my throat and chin. Elijah shouts my name and crashes his mouth onto mine without hesitation, not caring that he's pressed against the mess he's made on me.
For a moment, we don't move. He's heavy against me, pinning me in place, the room filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might shake me apart.
Carefully, he shifts back just enough to look at me, his expression changing as the intensity eases into something softer, something careful.
“You okay?”
“Peachy.” That's all I can muster up because my brain is completely fried, and there are no better words left.
“I've never lost control like that before.”
He eases back, then draws me up with him, arms folding around me without hesitation, and the mess doesn't matter.
I sink into his chest, cheek pressed over his heart, listening to the rhythm.
The calm that settles in my bones, my soul, surprises me.
Like the day hadn't been full of spiralling thoughts and quiet tears.
“I didn't mean to hurt your back,” he says after a moment. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, smiling. “Don't be. I liked it.”
I cradle his face, cupping his cheeks. “I won't break. Even if your dick is very intimidating, I might need a serious pep talk before it penetrates my insides.”
His eyes light up with amusement as he shows me his perfect teeth. “Give yourself all the pep talks you want. Soon enough, your body's going to know my cock very well.”
He swipes his thumb along my chin, then lifts it between us. Without thinking, I lean in and take his finger in my mouth, closing my lips around it, sucking gently.
The sound he makes is low and rough as he pulls his hand free and scoops me up, strong arms lifting me. “That's enough,” he grumbles, already moving. “We're getting you cleaned up and home before I bend you over my desk and make a mess of your perfect ass.”
I laugh as he spins toward the door, heart light, body buzzing.
I really wouldn't complain if he did.