70. This is Duress #4
My smile almost hurts my face, but it’s my heart that explodes. Every dream, every fantasy, I’ve ever had. My Eli—wanting me, loving me, ruined by me. The shards of what was left of defenses are so obliterated, there’s no wall left for him to climb.
I squeeze him one more time, long and tight.
“Never letting you go, darlin’,” he says on an exhale.
When our breathing has returned to normal, he rolls to his back and drags me up his body. My wet hair curtains us as I look down at him. I study his face. Not stolen glances, not covert glimpses. But truly consider it. The lines at his eyes are deeper.
I trace my fingers over his jaw and his lips. My eyes follow my touch. Until I still, holding his gaze. “How long?”
“How long what, Bright?”
“How long have you wanted me?” It won’t be as long as I’ve wanted him but I need to know.
“A while. I can’t say when it started. It’s built over years. The attraction has always been there.” His eyes roam my face. “Baby, you’re stunning. You were a looker long before you were legal. It was hard not to look at you. Though the age gap helped, because I was otherwise distracted.”
Anger and jealousy war within me. “Otherwise distracted is code for fucked a lot of women?”
He reaches up to peck my lips. “I wasn’t a virgin when we met, Bright. And the rest of that I won’t answer while you’re naked on top of me.”
I growl and slide my pussy over his softening length, feeling his cum leak from me. “So, when did you decide I was worth it, Elias?”
He lifts his hips, as if instinctively, as his eyes roll back in his head. “You’d have been a formidable litigator had you not chosen to go the vet route, you know that?”
“You didn’t answer my question.” I continue to glide around his length, not giving him more, not able to take more either.
“No offense, darlin’, but that feels incredible.
I finally—finally—have you, and you’re naked in bed.
” He pauses and refocuses on my face. “You’ve got to give me some credit for being able to form a coherent thought when I’m looking up at you like this.
All that’s enough, but no makeup, no pretense, no wall between us.
I should get an award for being able to think at all. ”
I reach up and place a palm on his chest. My eyes follow my hand as it traces his pecs. He shivers as I do. “How long have you wanted me?”
“Years.”
I pull back to look him in the eyes. “When did you decide I was worth it?”
“You were never not worth it.” He lifts just as I slide my pussy back around him. He’s hot and it feels so good.
I pull back. “Why now then?”
“You’re torturing me. This is duress.”
“Torture maybe.” I pull back as he tries to lift his hips. “Why now?”
He holds my eyes. “I couldn’t resist any longer.”
“Why did you resist as long as you did?” I roll my hips but refuse to take him.
He looks away but returns my gaze saying, “I promised Brax.”
“Promised him what?” I stop my hips from their gliding. My hands stop their movement on his upper abs.
He pistons his hips, seeking more. “There are laws about cruel and unusual punishment, you know. This qualifies.”
“What did you promise him?”
He holds my eyes, regret filling his. “I promised him I’d never touch you.”
I start to lift off him, ready to go rip by brother a new asshole.
He takes my hips and pulls me back to meet him.
“Rule number two in our bed,” Eli starts. “We never talk about your brother. Ever. Erase that thought from my head.”
I pull back. “What’s rule number one?”
“Do you remember when you told me you didn’t like all the chit chat during sex? You wanted just the fucking? Can we go back to that?”
“After this, yes. But for now…” I slide slowly but shallowly, punish myself while torturing him. “What’s rule number one?”
“Enough.” He rolls, pinning me below him. “Rule number one is we never talk about anyone else in our bed. Ever.” He slams into me, building the pressure, before pulling almost all the way out.
“Our bed?”
“Fuck, yes.” He strokes hard and deep, seating himself to the root. “I’ve waited long enough. We’re an us now, and it’s our bed—whether we’re here or at my place.” He pulls back and slams home. “And I fully expect us to end our days together.”
“But—”
“But nothing. You want me, and I want you. You love me. And, darlin’, I’m crazy for you.”
I hear what he doesn’t say—that he loves me too. He doesn’t say he’s in this the same way I am.
“If I agree,” I start, but he does this thing with his hips as he drags out of me, and I’m distracted from my thoughts.
He hovers at my entrance. “If? If you agree? Are you still trying to negotiate with me?” He sinks agonizingly slowly, grinding into me.
“Trying? Oh, Eli, you should know me better than that.”
“I sure do, Bright.” And he stills his hips. “What are your terms?”
“What?”
“You were trying to negotiate with me. What are your terms?”
“I can’t remember. Too many orgasms. I reserve the right to renegotiate when I’m more clear headed.”
“Well, I’m glad that’s done. We can talk about the rest over tiramisu.”
The rest? The rest? How much more could there be? “What—”
The best orgasm of my life, pure exhaustion, and the absolute bliss at having Eli wrapped around me lulls me to sleep. Life is perfect.