Chapter 6 Eli
Eli
Sibyl’s lips part, and a little gasp slips between them.
“Please don’t tease me.” Her voice comes out small, tortured. I could kill that asshole Halston for making her question her worth. And box my own ears in for never realizing how she felt about me.
“I mean it.” I slide my hand down her jaw, fingers slipping into her hair, curling around the back of her neck. “I need you to be mine.”
She shudders with a shaky breath, a tear slipping down her cheek. I brush it away, searching her eyes for an answer.
Sibyl tilts forward, crashing her lips into mine. Her hips rock, grinding into me.
I groan, gripping her at the waist, shoving her down into my lap.
“Make me yours,” she breathes into my mouth.
We’re both panting, and my brain spins from lack of oxygen.
She presses into me again, and I can’t hold myself back any longer. I slip a hand between us, pulling her panties to the side. My fingers are slick with her arousal. I toy with her entrance, desperate to feel every single part of her.
Sibyl tips her pelvis, her clit grinding into the heel of my palm. The muscles in her legs draw tight.
“Please, Eli.”
“You beg so pretty, Sibby.”
Red tinges her cheeks, pupils blown wide. Her gaze is hazy with lust.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, slipping my middle finger inside of her.
“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want your fingers.”
Her gaze darts to my lap—to the cotton boxers that are doing a shit job at containing me.
“Baby.” I crook my finger inside of her, making her gasp. “I’d like nothing more than to bury my cock inside you right now. But I don’t have a condom on me, or even in my house, so you can ride my hand, and when I get you back to your house, you can ride my face.”
“I have—” she gasps, her head falling back as she grinds into my palm again. “At my house. I have—” She can’t get the words out, too focused on finding her pleasure.
“Even better.” I lean forward, licking a path up her neck.
My teeth find her pulse point. Sibyl moans as her sharp fingers dig into my skin. My heart pounds in my chest, dick weeping in my boxers. I meant what I said—I want to be inside her right now. I can wait. I can give her this to start.
Sibyl rocks on my hand, her pace growing erratic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Take what you need.”
She whimpers, her head falling back with a cry when I circle her clit with my thumb. I watch, unable to take my eyes off of her as she falls apart, right there, in my lap, in the cab of my truck.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur.
Sibyl slumps into my chest. But I need more. So much more.
“Eli?”
“Yeah?” My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat.
“Take me home?”
I glance at her, and the sight of her looking at me through her lashes steals the air right out of my lungs. I swallow hard.
“Yeah, Baby. I’ll take you home.”
Sibyl’s “house” is a short ten-minute drive that somehow feels like an eternity.
It’s a tiny two-hundred-eighty-square-foot tiny house that resembles a garden shed more than it does a home.
She’s incredibly proud of the place, though, so who am I to judge?
Especially when it takes only three seconds to carry her from the front door to the foot of her bed.
I set her down and step away, drinking her in.
“Do you want a shower?”
I shake my head. “No, Sibyl. I don’t want to shower.”
Her eyes dart to my boxers—the cotton material tenting nearly at her eye level.
“Okay,” she breathes.
Scrambling across the bed, she yanks open her nightstand drawer hard enough that the whole thing clatters to the floor. “Shit.” She giggles.
I grin. Rounding the corner, I snag a foil package off the ground, ripping it open with my teeth.
“Holy shit.” Sibyl leans back on her bed, her legs parting for me, pussy glistening from our time in the truck.
“Shirt off, I wanna see all of you.”
She wriggles out of my t-shirt, unclasping her strapless bra from the front as perfectly pink nipples peak with the chill in the air.
“Fuck me.” I drop my boxers to the ground. Then pull a hand down my shaft as I take her in. “Sibyl.” I toss the condom wrapper onto her bed, leaning down to kiss my way up her legs. The salty taste of pond water thick on my tongue.
Rearing over her, I hand her the condom. “You sure?”
Sibyl keeps her eyes on me, one hand grabbing the base of my cock, the other rolling the latex from tip to root. She spreads her legs wider, making room for my hips to settle into hers.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I notch myself in her entrance, eyes still holding mine.
Her gaze full of fire and stars—for me. She’s looking at me, like this is everything.
I press into her, inch by inch, until I’m seated fully in her warmth.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Her hips shimmy, seeking friction while I’m doing everything in my power not to come before the first thrust. “Baby,” I growl at her. “Give me a minute, or I’m not gonna last.”
A wicked grin slashes across that pretty face of hers. She’s going to be the death of me. I just know it. Giving me a second to breathe, Sibyl traces fingers over the bridge of my nose, down my jaw to the tops of my shoulders. Her nails dig in as she drags them down my back.
“Fuck,” I groan, drawing myself out, torturously slow. Any faster and it’ll be an embarrassingly short experience for both of us.
She takes it in stride, moving her body in time to mine, her gasps fueling the fire that’s spiraling up my spine. Tingles start in my lower back. “I’m so sorry,” I breathe into her neck. “I’m going to—”
“Yes, Eli! Yes!” Sybil gasps my name, her inner walls fluttering as her second orgasm blooms like a flower, slowly unfurling its petals. It’s soft and sweet and pulls me over the edge with her.
Stars blur my vision as my orgasm crashes through me. A groan vibrates in my chest. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She smells like Willow Park, familiar and warm.
“Now I want a shower.” I wink at her.
Picking her up with me, I carry her down the hall to the bathroom. I step into her shower, which is as tiny as the rest of her house. The two of us are stuffed in like sardines.
I turn the faucet, and Sibyl yelps when cold water hits her skin. I shuffle her, so my body takes the brunt of the spray.
“Where the hell did you come from, Sibby June?” I can’t keep my hands off her. My head dips down to pepper kisses on her throat.
“I’ve been here the whole time.” She grins. “Wish I could say I was waiting for you, but I was pretty sure this would only happen in my head.”
I can’t hold back a cocky smile. “What did we do?” I whisper in her ear. “In your head. Tell me what we did in your head.”
A shiver skates down her spine. I spin us, putting her in the warm spray of the shower. Taking in her bright red face, a laugh bursts out of me.
“That good, huh?”
Sibyl licks her lips, looking down at my cock that’s growing again, still in the condom.
“Hold that thought.” I slip out of the stall and deposit the used condom in the trash. I stand in the doorway of the shower, watching as she arcs into the spray, washing her hair. Sibyl’s body is insane.
I knew she’d started going to the gym with Hazel, but part of me thought they were going to walk on treadmills and talk shit about us boys. But Sibby has some muscle. It’s attractive as hell.
“You gonna stand there starin’ or get your ass in here to join me?” One coffee brown eye peeks at me, the other still closed. I watch her throat work on a swallow as my breath catches for the millionth time today.
“I’ll be honest, I’m tempted to keep staring. It feels like a crime that I never realized how fucking gorgeous you are.”