Chapter Thirty-Six
Thirty-Six
Elsie
I was being lifted into the air and was on my back with Forge over me before the euphoria faded.
Blinking, trying to clear my vision, I realized Forge had managed to get rid of his boxers and jeans somehow and had his penis in his hand.
I held my breath, watching as he ran the head of it over my sensitive folds.
What was he doing? I should say something.
“I just want to put the tip in.” His voice was thick and husky. “I won’t hurt you. Just let me feel it a little.”
Yes. That sounded okay. Exciting even. I was still humming from the orgasm he’d given me, so when he pressed inside, I trembled. That felt good. Really good. Shockingly good. Then he pulled it back out.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes locked on where we had been connected. He leaned in and did it again, but when he came back out this time, he ran it back and forth over the hole and slapped his hard length against the area.
“Ah,” I whimpered. Just watching it was erotic.
“Sweet little pussy,” he murmured, easing in, then back out. “So tight and perfect.”
More sounds came from me, but I was captivated by watching him. The veins in his neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tightly, but he never took his eyes off what he was doing to me.
“Sucking on my head, so hungry,” he groaned.
This time, he sank in a little deeper, but not much. The stretch wasn’t bad at all. I liked it. My hips lifted, and he yanked back so fast, his eyes darting up to my face.
Then he made a tsking sound. “Be a good girl for me.”
I swallowed, then nodded. I hadn’t meant to. It had been an unexpected response.
“Pink and needy,” he said, going inside again. “You feel that metal?”
I did. Every time he slipped it inside.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Mmm,” he replied, gently pumping his hips as he held it just there. “That’s it. Be still for me.”
I was aching, needing more. Wanting that climax again.
He didn’t sink deeper, but his pumping became faster. His jaw slackened. “Virgin cunt licking at my dick. I want to see my load dripping from it between these pretty thighs.”
“Yes,” I agreed, climbing closer to another release.
“You want me to come like this, barely inside you?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word came out in a moan.
An animalistic sound tore from his chest, and he began stroking his hard length while holding it just inside my entrance.
Then I felt it. The hot rush between my legs. I heard his deep groan, and I came apart with him, crying out his name. His eyes locked with mine, and we stayed that way as we both slowly came back down.
The depth of vulnerability in his gaze was something I would have never imagined seeing on Forge.
I’d seen grief, pain, darkness even, but not this …
complete rawness. I fisted my hands to keep from reaching up and touching his cheek.
That would be too intimate. Too knowing.
And I knew him enough to understand he wouldn’t accept that.
At least not from me. The friend with benefits.
Perhaps, one day, he’d meet the woman that he opened himself and his heart to. And I wanted that for him. I didn’t like thinking of him suffering alone. I might not be the one to win his heart. Something was wrong with me that kept the men I loved from—wait, what? I … loved?
Oh God. Not again.
“That was a first for me,” he said in a husky voice, then grinned. “I’ve never gotten off from barely putting my dick in a cunt.”
There it was. He was bringing me back to reality. He’d stuck his dick in many cunts. I wasn’t special to him, and neither was this little tryst of ours. I could not be in love with this man. I couldn’t. I was smarter than this.
He dropped his gaze to my still-open legs, and if his body wasn’t keeping me from closing them, I would have. It felt too personal now that the moment was over for him to be staring at me that way.
“Damn,” he murmured. “I like seeing it more than I thought I would.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I should probably clean you up. Not sure how safe it is to just let it stay there. But, fuck, I could look at that for hours.”
Safe? What did he mean by safe? He was clean, right?
Was he talking about pregnancy? Could I get pregnant like this?
It had to get inside me—like all the way inside me.
I was pretty sure it hadn’t been deep enough, and then there was my hymen.
Shit. I didn’t know if that kept someone from getting pregnant.
Why didn’t I know this? Why was I so clueless?
He shifted his body but moved to his knees, staying between my legs, and grabbed the paper towels we had brought with us. When he tore some off, I realized what he was about to do, and I reached for them.
“I can do it,” I said hastily, trying to sit up and close my thighs the best I could.
His hand met my shoulder, and he gently pushed me back down. “You’re not taking this away from me, Pickles. If it has to be cleaned up, then I’m gonna at least get to be the one to do it.”
He was serious. And I was in way over my head with him. I closed my eyes, unable to watch. It was beyond embarrassing. No guy had ever seen me this exposed.
“If I had something softer, I’d use it,” he told me.
“It’s fine,” I choked out.
“Elsie,” he said.
“Yes?”
“Open your eyes.”
I shook my head.
A low laugh followed. “After all we’ve done, this is embarrassing you?”
I hesitated, then nodded. I might as well be honest.
“You sat on my face and rode it like a fucking champ, sweetheart.”
“Please don’t say it like that,” I begged, my face completely on fire now.
More laughter. “Why? I loved it. You taste amazing, smell just as good, you’re gorgeous and sweet, and that is so damn sexy. It’s only feeding this addiction I have with you.”
Oh. Okay. That wasn’t love, but it was something. More than I’d ever gotten from Calvin. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes to see he was watching me.
“There you go. Much better,” he praised, then began to clean the mess he’d made between my legs. “I like this freckle,” he said, running the back of his finger over the singular freckle I had on my upper right thigh.
It was high enough and on the inside that no one ever saw it, even in a bikini. I’d never paid much attention to it myself. But hearing him say he liked it made it suddenly important.
“I’d suggest we go back to the house and swim, naked,” he said, flashing me a wicked grin. “But I’d end up pinning you against the side and doing this again.”
I didn’t see the problem with that. Although I’d never skinny-dipped. But with Forge, I thought I could do it.
“Keep looking at me like that, Pickles, and we might never go back,” he warned, then winked at me.
The warmth in my chest spread, along with a feeling that I didn’t want to name. I realized I couldn’t control or stop it. I was falling in love with Forge Savelle. It might be the most reckless, foolish thing I’d ever done, but it was happening anyway.