Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Elijah stretched as he woke up, still in Georgia’s bed.
Something that surprised him was that she was not a snuggler.
He looked to his right and saw her sprawled out on her back with her hair sticking out all over.
She was a menace and even resembled one in her sleep.
She must have kicked off the sheet sometime in the night because she was naked.
And his dick fucking stirred back to life.
There was hesitation because a part of him wanted to cover her pussy with his mouth and worship her like the damn goddess she was.
But the other part, the part screaming loudly, was telling him this was a recipe for disaster.
Regardless of the fact she swore she was on the same page as him, how the night meant nothing but ditching her v-card and joining the world of orgasmic bliss for sex, he worried she expected more from him.
It was never going to happen.
Besides, Georgia just lost her virginity, and they fucked three times last night. Despite it being the best night of his life, she had to be sore.
Maybe he should kiss her pussy like a feel-better-soon present?
Elijah gripped the hair on his head. Why was he making this so difficult? What he needed to do was roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave. Not have a repeat performance.
That would confuse the whole damn situation.
She made a small move, one of her legs parted, and fuck it, if Elijah didn’t take it as an open invitation.
Crawling over to Georgia, he moved between her legs. Lying on his stomach, he used his hands to lift her center to his mouth. She made the sweetest noise as she wiggled around on the bed.
He gave her bare pussy a kiss, just above her clit. Then his tongue slid between her folds, lightly flicking her bundled nerves.
“Elijah.” Her voice cracked as she woke up.
The way she moaned his name only encouraged him.
He tugged her to the middle of the bed, so he had more room to devour her.
Like a monster out of control, he ate her pussy relentlessly, licking her whole cunt, sucking on her clit, biting on her smooth thigh when his palm replaced his lips on her swollen nub.
“Holy shit!” she yelled out, and her fingers gripped his hair as his mouth went back to sucking her clit.
Elijah was addicted to making her orgasm.
He flipped her over to her stomach. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Like a good girl, she listened. Fuck, even though Georgia was new at this, she knew all of his buttons to push. He pressed his hands on her shoulders to shove her face on the mattress, then he got behind her and licked at her pussy again, thrusting a finger into her opening.
“Elijah.” She gasped his name. “Oh my god, this feels so good. Please, I want you inside me.”
Arching the finger he had in her, he made a come-hither motion to rub her G-spot. A sexy mewl moaned out of her, and she tightened up around him. “Don’t you feel me inside you?” He gruffed out, trying not to lose his control.
The goal wasn’t to fuck her again, only to make her orgasm one more time before he left.
To make her remember how he made her feel, to make her never forget what he could do to her body.
Fuck, he was such a possessive asshole for someone who had no plans to be anything more than someone who stole her virginity. Yes, stole because he sure as fuck didn’t earn it.
“Please, please, Elijah,” Georgia begged as her back arched, tipping her ass higher in the air.
Damn, he had a whole new kink, which was hearing her beg for him.
He jammed another finger into her pussy, roughly finger fucking her because he was an asshole and was no longer thinking about whether she was sore.
No, now he wanted to have her needy and begging again.
As a man possessed, Elijah watched her grip the sheets and moan into the pillow. Fuck that, the pillow wasn’t stealing the noises he fed off. He stopped fingering her and put a hand on her hip. The other grabbed her hair and yanked her head off the pillow.
“Tell me what you want,” he gritted.
“You,” she gulped with a breathy voice. “Please, Elijah.”
“You have me. I’m right here. Now use your words. Tell me what you want me to do.”
She panted a few times, and her noises had his one hand tightening on her hip, marking her skin. “Please, please fuck me.”
Without a second thought, he slammed into her tight pussy, her walls clenching around him, gripping him like a vise. He paused, wanting her to have time to adjust to the size of him when they fucked in this position.
“More,” she begged.
He thrusted into her, hard and wild, over and over again. Knowing he was the first person to ever do this to her made him a territorial prick.
“Tell me, Peach.” His voice was dark as he fucked her. “Tell me who owns this pussy.” She didn’t respond immediately, and that pissed him off. The hand in her hair dropped and went around her waist to rub her clit. “Tell. Me.”
“You,” she screamed out as she pulsed around him, tensing with a pending orgasm. “You. Oh my god, Elijah, it’s you. Only you make me feel like this.”
Like an unhinged savage, he pounded into her as his life depended on it. Her orgasm washed over her, and the way her pussy clenched his cock, he felt his orgasm build. His lower back tingled, and he pulled out of her as quickly as he could, coming all over her back.
Fuck, he really was an asshole.
How did he forget a condom?
GEORGIA DROPPED TO the bed, fully sated and out of breath.
What a way to wake up in the morning.
Elijah rolled out of bed and walked into her en suite bathroom. Five minutes later, he came back to her.
“Don’t move,” he told her with a surprising sweetness in his voice.
First, he put a warm towel between her legs. He used another towel to wipe his come off her back. Such a tender move for a man who claimed sex didn’t mean anything.
“You can move now.”
She followed his instruction and rolled to her back.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked with concern in his eyes.
“I just orgasmed. I’m feeling better than okay.”
Moving off the bed, Elijah reached down and pulled up his boxer briefs. He bent down again, this time with his shirt. She pouted as he covered up his abs she loved so much.
“Are you sore?” Elijah asked with more authority this time. He stepped into his jeans. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
Georgia put a hand up, her palm facing him. “Stop it. You were not too rough. I asked for more, and you gave it to me.”
But she avoided answering whether she was sore. Because the truth was she wanted to sit on a block of ice. Not one to be dramatic, but she needed some aspirin or something. Her virginity was finally nonexistent, and she couldn’t be happier.
Last night was perfect, pain and all.
“Why are you smiling?” an unenthused Elijah questioned her.
Wow, he went right back to being his typical butthead self.
She sat up, still in bed. The sheet didn’t cover her, but she wasn’t going to cower. Besides, this man had seen every inch of her, so it wasn’t like it mattered anymore. “I’m smiling because last night was everything I needed.”
He flinched before he responded. “You promised me you wouldn’t make this a thing. Last night was just about having sex.”
“Yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear in the past twenty-four hours.” Despite him acting like she was about to beg for him to marry her, she wasn’t letting anything bring her down. She had sex, and it was amazing.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he said with disdain.
She bit her lower lip.
“Which you obviously know since I wiped my come off your back,” he continued. “I’m clean, I get routinely checked, and I always use protection.”
“I am obviously clean too.” That felt pointless to say. “And I always track my ovulation and period. This isn’t a time I would be able to get pregnant either.”
“I pulled out.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “But fuck, I should have used protection. I’m sorry. You deserve better than that. You know to use condoms when you fuck, right?”
“I may have been a virgin, but I’m also a doctor and well-versed on safe sex practices.
It wasn’t only your responsibility,” she told him.
His eye twitched like he was annoyed with her.
Well, she wasn’t too pleased with him and his mansplaining.
“I promise to use protection with my future partners.”
Elijah glared at her as if she said something to make him mad.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Nothing,” he told her, void of any of the sweetness he gave her earlier. “I need to leave.”
Elijah didn’t give her a chance to respond, not that she had anything to say.
But he jetted out of her bedroom like his butt was on fire.
Ugh, why did she have to want the emotionally unavailable man?