Chapter 63
CHAPTER
SIXTY-THREE
My heart is in my throat, and my cock has never been so hard in my entire life.
“We—Adhira, I don’t know if I can be quiet. Not like this, with you.” My eyes must be the size of saucers. My hands tremble with adrenaline as Adhira presses a palm to the centre of my chest, pushing me onto my back. I comply with ease, beyond thrilled to do anything this woman requests of me.
“My parents knocked as soon as the sun started to rise and told me they were going out for a walk and to find somewhere to grab pastries. They’re very early risers, always have been. I was just messing with you when I said you had to be quiet.”
“That was a little evil, sweetheart.”
My heart settles at this, tense muscles relaxing.
“You know what’ll be delicious?” she murmurs.
My mind wanders to all the things we could be doing that would match that description.
“And what's that?” I breathe out.
With the thought of her parents overhearing us wiped away, I become entirely enamoured by Adhira and the heavenly way the morning sunlight glimmers over her smooth bronze skin, locks of her long waves falling in a curtain over her shoulders.
I reach up to tuck the stray strands behind her ears, needing to see as much of her face as possible.
“When you give me all of your firsts, Elijah.”
My gaze snaps to her. “All?”
She nods. “I want every. Last. One.”
I groan, my dick straining against the thin fabric keeping it contained.
“If there’s something you don’t like, just say so, okay?” she asks, and I nod eagerly, my breath coming in ragged pants as my body responds.
“Okay, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t blow my bloody mind.”
Her laugh is breathy, hitching even as she tugs on my briefs, dragging them down my legs. She yelps, falling to her side with wide eyes.
I shoot upright. “Everything alright? What happened?”
“I nearly lost a goddamn eye, Elijah. I didn’t realise it was spring-loaded!”
I clamp a hand over my mouth before the loud laughter can slip out, waking the whole building. “He’s just excited to see you,” I tell her once I've gotten my laughter under control.
She crawls back between my legs, finishing removing my clothes before settling her ass on her calves. “I mean, I’m pretty excited to see him too.” She reaches out, wrapping a hand around the base and squeezing way too hard for what my current stamina can manage.
“Too tight.” I gasp between gritted teeth. She lessens her grip, blood rushing to her cheeks. “You almost broke my hand with that grip of yours when we first met.”
“I was merely greeting a new friend,” she says, gesturing to my dick with her chin. Her nonchalance eases some of my anxiety; our easy banter, even in this, feels right.
I kegel against her palm, enjoying the way she flushes scarlet. “He says hello right back.”
“Alright, let’s steer clear of referring to your dick as his own person going forward.”
I chuckle. “Deal.”
She strokes my shaft with a tentative, trembling hand, and my back arches, bliss washing over me from the simple fact that it’s her.
“That okay?” she asks, her movements more assured as my body responds to her.
“W-wait, just one second.” I lean over, smacking my hand on my nightstand in search of my glasses. When I find them, I slide them on and whimper at the sight of her in high definition between my thighs.
“All better?” she asks.
“So good,” I groan out. “Sp-spit on it, Adhira.”
She scrunches her nose, but the movement is fleeting, replaced by her tongue wetting my cock.
My intake of breath is sharp, my balls tightening at the feeling of her hot mouth all over me.
She pulls back, sticking her tongue out, drool dripping from the tip and onto the head.
She smears it over my slit with the pad of her thumb, the combination of precum and her saliva coating me as she resumes pumping her fist up and down my shaft.
“More. Oh fuck.” My eyes roll back, heat spreading from my groin to my limbs.
“More what?” she asks, tossing a leg over one of mine, rubbing her pussy against my thigh, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the single greatest thing I’ve ever experienced. To be used by Adhira for her pleasure is second only to what I imagine pleasuring her myself will be like.
“S-squeeze the tip m-more.” Oh hell. She’s so damn pretty. Her sleep-mussed hair falls around her shoulders, my shirt draped over her petite frame, dark eyes trained on my dick and what she’s doing to me.
“Like this?” She squeezes the tip once, dragging her hand back down and up again, pumping just at the tip before her other hand joins to cover my base, and I swear, I’m transported to the gates of heaven.
She pants, brows furrowing in concentration as she continues to rub herself against my thigh, and I think my dick might explode.
“I read a few articles and watched a bunch of porn”—she flicks her gaze to me—“so I’d do it right when we got here. Don’t worry, it was ethically sourced.”
I jolt at that, muscles tensing as heat builds in the base of my spine. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I mutter, heat and pressure taking over at the height of my senses as darkness stirs in my periphery. She bends down, spitting on my cock, and it more than does the job.
Stars burst behind my eyes as blinding pleasure consumes me, and I’m spurting all over her hands and my abdomen, the force of her admission sending me tumbling over the edge before I have a chance in hell to stop it.
“Was that—”
“Perfect. You're bloody perfect,” I whimper, tendrils of euphoria still slithering through me.
“Elijah,” she moans, lip quivering. I blink, my vision clearing, heart in my throat at the sight of her.
Her hands land on my hip bones as she presses herself more firmly against my thigh, tilting her head back.
Her hips buck and grind, a little line forming between her brows as a breathy moan leaves her lips, eyes clenched shut for a split second before they latch onto mine.
“Oh fuck, Elijah—” she cries out, and the remnants of my own orgasm pulse through me like aftershocks as I watch her come apart above me, unable to think, let alone act on my need to make her feel good.
Not when she looks like a goddess of my own making, and especially not with my name on her pretty mauve lips.
Holy shit. Did she just come from making me come?
“You,” I pant out, “you did that for me?”
Her brows furrow. “D-did what? Come? If so, then yes.”
I chuckle lightly as she drapes herself over my chest. “Well, yes. That, but also the porn?” I ask, coming back to her earlier admission, the thing that officially pushed me over the fucking edge. God, I’m such an acts-of-service bloke.
Her hazy smile sharpens into a wide grin, her gaze roaming over the absolute mess we’ve made.
“I wanted it to be good for you,” she says with a shrug, as if that isn’t the most lethal combination of sweet and sexy.
And if things weren’t good enough already, she tugs the shirt over her head, using it to mop up my cum and wipe off her hands.
She collapses onto the bed beside me, reaching over with an outstretched finger and swiping it over my hip.
“Missed a spot,” she says, her eyes glittering as she holds my gaze, sliding her finger into her mouth, and sucking my cum from it like she would that cardamom-and-rose ice cream I’ve been jealous of a time or ten.
I pull her finger from her mouth. “Alright, that’s enough. It’s my turn.”
She frowns. “You don’t have to do that. We can take things slow. I wanted to get you off. Besides, if you hadn’t noticed, I already came.”
“And it was one of the greatest moments of my life, sweetheart. I’ll be replaying it in my mind until the end of time, but—not to be dramatic—I might die if I don’t get to touch you. To taste you,” I plead.
She smirks, shaking her head. “Are you sure?” she asks. “Because what we did was extremely fun for me. I don’t want you to think this is a tit-for-tat situation.”
“The only tit I care about is yours, and the only tat we should be considering is your name scrawled across my chest.” I prop myself up on my elbow, my gaze roaming over her tight brown nipples and the wet spot between her legs.
“Just relax, baby, let me take care of you,” I whisper, scooting down the bed.
She rolls her eyes, but the smile never leaves her face as she turns onto her back.
“Anything you know you don’t like?” I ask.
“I’ve only ever been fingered once, which felt a lot like they were searching for my IUD strings, and I've had penetrative sex with two people. None of it was very exciting. I firmly believe it was them, not me, though.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, sliding further down the bed and pressing a kiss below her belly button, over her hip bones, and then lower.
I don't take pleasure in knowing her sexual experiences have been lacklustre. I want her to have all the joys of a full, happy life. But I can’t deny it brings me a fraction of satisfaction that she's already enjoying herself more with me than she ever did with her other sexual partners.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got a feeling you were made to come only for me,” I murmur against her pubic bone, relishing the way she trembles beneath me.