Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
BY THE TIME Elijah pulled up to his house, Georgia hadn’t thawed out. She was still pissed at him. He literally made her leave the bar. Who did something like that?
Despite being angry, something else was there too. She’d never admit it, and she hoped she wasn’t blacklisted from the I am woman, hear me roar club, but she found his possessiveness so sexy.
Part of why she refused to talk to him in the car. Georgia was afraid her voice would give away that she very much wanted him to ravage her once they got to his house. It was like his darkness flickered like a flame and her brightness was drawn to him.
“Get out of the car,” Elijah demanded as he opened the passenger car door.
She angled her head back to glare at him. “No.”
He drove his hands through his hair. “Peach, I am losing my patience.”
“How is that my problem?”
“Because you are my problem.”
Crossing her arms in defiance, she wasn’t backing down. “That seems like a you problem, not a me problem.”
Elijah wasn’t impressed by her refuting him. He leaned down, wrapped his arms around her, and physically removed her from the car. Without letting go, he held her tight to him as he unlocked his front door. When they were inside, he kicked the door shut.
It was dark, so she didn’t get to see much of his house because he was a man on a mission. He reached the destination of his bedroom and flopped her on the bed. Quickly, the lights came on.
Elijah’s hands went down his face before he growled, staring at the ceiling.
She took a deep breath. The sexual tension in the room was so thick, it clouded her judgment.
“Elijah,” she said as if she had any control over the situation. Her heart was racing, and she was torn between being mad and being so turned on she was sure one touch from him would make her orgasm. “You have me here. Now what are you going to do?”
His navy eyes dragged down her body. “What do you want me to do?” His voice rasped, and damn if his tone didn’t give her goose bumps.
With the ball in her court, her options were endless.
Did she want a repeat performance of last week? Without a doubt.
But did she also want him to sweat it out? One hundred percent.
“I want answers.”
Elijah cocked his head to the side. “What the hell does that mean?”
Good question. She was making this up on the fly.
“I’m going to ask you questions, and if you don’t bullshit your answer, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.” The end was to have sex. She wanted him again, and it was obvious he wanted her too. “The same deal goes for you.”
Elijah grinned like the Cheshire Cat, still standing at the edge of the bed. “I’ll start. What positions do you want me to fuck you in tonight?”
She blushed. Openly talking about sex was new to her. “You can pick. I’m still learning.”
As if he needed to make her squirm any more, he grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled it off. There he stood, his muscled abs on display with a sprinkling of hair from his belly button down to his jeans. The V on his stomach begging for her to touch him. His body was drool-worthy.
Georgia moved her position on the bed, switching to sit on her knees.
“Why did you kidnap me?” Georgia asked, raising an eyebrow.
Elijah licked his lips. “I was going insane watching you dance with another asshole who doesn’t deserve you.”
She rejected his answer with a head shake. “That answer isn’t good enough for me to take anything off.”
He crossed his arms, showcasing his strong biceps. “Fine. I was jealous,” he gritted the word out.
With a smirk, she took off her sandals.
“Did you want me to fuck you the first night we met?” Preemptively, he started to kick his shoes off.
“Hey! I didn’t answer yet.”
He flashed his devil-may-care grin. “I’m a bit more liberal with accepting your responses.”
“You just want to get naked.”
He hunched over to take off his socks, then stood back up, tossing the socks behind him. “No, Peach. I want to get you naked. Now answer my question.”
“I was attracted to you,” she admitted. “And I thought about it, but then you went from a prince to a toad rather quickly.”
“I’ll never be your prince.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m aware. Why won’t you be in a relationship?”
Elijah stilled as if this question was too deep.
“You don’t need to give me a dissertation,” she added to make him more comfortable.
“Fine. My schedule is difficult for a partner to get used to.”
A crap answer, in her opinion. She focused on surveying his room since his response bored her.
“If I tell you this, you can’t ask me anything else about it, okay?”
She shook her head in agreement.
“I lost my mentor in a fire, and I saw the destruction it caused on his wife and kid,” Elijah said in a gruff voice. “Now take off your panties.”
He earned that, so she wiggled out of her underwear. He leaned over and grabbed them from her hand, stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans.
“I know I took your virginity, but was I also the first person to eat you out?”
“No, that happened with Drew, who I dated for a bit in college,” she told him. Though she left out how she had only orgasmed with Elijah. Drew, while a great study partner in school, had no idea what he was doing when it came to making her orgasm.
Elijah's eyes flared, shoving his jeans down so he was only wearing green boxer briefs. “Lie down.”
She hesitated.
“Please, Peach.”
Georgia did as she was asked and lay down on the bed. He pulled her to the edge of the mattress before dropping to his knees.
He spread her legs open, and his mouth covered her pussy, his tongue lapping her up.
“You will forget whoever licked your perfect pussy before me,” he roughly demanded as he devoured her.
brUTALLY, GREEDILY, AND with no patience, Elijah licked up all of her wetness.
He pushed one finger inside her, making her yell out.
Every sound she cried made his cock harder behind his boxer briefs.
Georgia tasted so fucking sweet. He could eat her pussy all damn day, every day of the week, and still need more.
He put his thumb on her clit, circling her swollen bud while he lapped her pussy, sucking down all of her. Georgia arched her back, panting his name.
Fuck, he loved this.
“Your pussy is mine,” he possessively ground out.
She was so responsive to him. He was becoming more and more addicted to her every time he was near her.
His tongue danced around her clit, before sucking it into his mouth.
He was desperate to hear her scream out his name again, so he pushed two fingers into her, stretching her out so she’d be ready for his cock.
“Elijah, I’m so close,” she whimpered as she clenched around his fingers.
“Be a good Peach and come on my face,” he urged her as he continued to devour her.
He slipped his fingers out of her, so his hands could spread her farther apart. Elijah needed to have her on his mouth again, so he kissed around her pussy, making her quiver before eating her out again like he was wild and out of control.
Maybe he was for her?
“Elijah,” she gasped again as he pushed one finger back inside her, and with his other hand, he groped her breast. Within seconds, she tightened all around him, wetness gushing from her as she orgasmed.
Not wanting to miss a drop of her, he continued to lick up her release, even when she tried to swat his head away.
Standing, he gripped his cock, stroking it in front of her. She watched with large eyes as she got rid of the rest of her clothes.
“I need to fuck you,” he said, moving quickly to his bedside table to grab a condom and put it on.
Once he stood in front of her again, his eyes traveled all over her body, taking her in. Fuck, she was the hottest woman in the world, and for some fucked-up reason, she wanted him. Elijah moved over top of her, needing to fuck her.
Thrusting hard, he watched her as she bit her lower lip, her hands holding his moving hips.
“Look at me.” Elijah needed to see her beautiful eyes while he fucked her. “Watch me.”
He circled her clit with his thumb as he pounded into her. Georgia was so fucking tight, he was embarrassingly close to coming. But not until she went first. No way in hell was he going to orgasm without her.
“Tell me how this makes you feel,” he moaned out, ruthlessly fucking her hard and fast.
She was clamping around him again, and fuck, his peach felt so good.
“Oh god, Elijah! I’m going to come again,” she whimpered out. “Please, Elijah. Please make me orgasm again.”
He pulled out and bent down to lick her pussy. Despite him fucking her with a condom, she still tasted like a dessert he never wanted to stop eating. After sucking on her clit and feeling her body twitch, he stood back up and pushed his cock inside her.
Making sure he put pressure on her clit, he fucked her relentlessly, both of them orgasming at the same time. She was the best fuck of his life, and he already wanted her again.
How the hell was he supposed to stay away from her after that?