Chapter 37
thirty-seven
Rue’s stomach fluttered as his hands threaded into her hair, his grip tightening just enough to send a delicious shiver down her spine. The heat in his eyes made her core clench with anticipation.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she whispered against his mouth before claiming his lips in a hungry kiss.
She’d been going crazy these past weeks, sharing his bed but unable to do more than cuddle. The frustration had built to a breaking point, especially when she’d catch him watching her with that intense look that said he was thinking about bending her over the nearest surface.
His tongue swept into her mouth, and she moaned, grinding down against the hard length she could feel pressing against her through their clothes. God, she needed this—needed him—with a desperation that should have frightened her but instead just made her wetter.
She wasn’t afraid of what she felt for him anymore.
In fact, she wondered how she ever could have been scared of this.
Being here in his apartment, living with him, just existing with him by her side felt as natural as breathing.
They fit seamlessly into each other’s lives—not because they were alike, but because they were different in all the right ways.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding beneath her tank top to caress the bare skin of her waist.
“Less talking,” she commanded, reaching down to dip her hand under the waistband of his sweats. She found his cock already hard, swelling in her hand with each stroke. “More fucking.”
His eyes darkened at her words, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yes, ma’am.”
In one fluid motion that made her gasp, he stood, lifting her with him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her toward the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers.
The easy display of strength made her pulse quicken.
She’d always been the one in control, the one who called the shots, but with Elliot, she loved surrendering that control, even if just for a little while.
He dropped her on the bed with surprising roughness, considering how much hovering he’d done over the past few weeks.
She laughed as she bounced, and then he was there, covering her, his hands immediately tugging at the waistband of her leggings. “These need to go.”
“God, yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips to help him slide them down her legs.
The cool air hit her overheated skin, making her shiver. She wasn’t wearing underwear—hadn’t bothered after her shower at the gym—and Elliot’s sharp intake of breath when he realized it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
“Christ, Rue,” he groaned, his gaze fixed between her thighs. He reached down and stroked a finger through her folds. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Been thinking about this all day,” she admitted, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “About you eating my pussy until I scream.”
His nostrils flared, and the muscle in his jaw ticked—the tell-tale sign that his famous control was slipping. Good. She wanted him wild and unleashed, wanted to feel the full force of his desire.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, his voice rough.
She complied eagerly, wincing only slightly as she raised her arms to pull the tank top over her head. Her sports bra followed, leaving her completely naked while he remained frustratingly clothed.
She saw his eyes go to her scar, still so fresh and pink, saw that flash of worry, saw him reel himself in. No, she wasn’t going to let him put a stop to this out of some misguided notion of chivalry. She might combust if he did.
“Uh-uh,” she said, nodding at his t-shirt. “Get naked, Wilde.”
“Rue—”
With a growl of frustration, she sat up and flipped their positions.
He landed on the bed under her with an umph of exhaled air.
She found the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen.
“I’ve been cleared for sex, Elliot. I’m not going to break.
” She bent down and pressed her lips to his collarbone, then dragged her tongue across his skin, savoring the salt and heat of him.
“And right now, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes darkened to midnight as his hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh with delicious pressure. “You sure about that?” His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back.
“Absolutely fucking sure.” She ground her wet core against the hard ridge of his cock, still trapped in his sweatpants. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Something snapped in him—she saw it happen, that moment when his control finally shattered. In one fluid motion, he flipped them again, pinning her beneath him with a growl that made her pussy clench with need.
“You want it rough?” His teeth grazed her earlobe as his hand slid between them, finding her slick folds. “You want me to fuck you hard, Trouble?”
“Yes,” she gasped as his fingers circled her clit. “God, yes.”
He slid two fingers inside her without warning, and she arched off the bed with a cry. It had been too long since she’d felt him like this, stretching her, filling her. Her body clenched around his fingers greedily as he pumped them in and out, his thumb working her clit in tight circles.
“So fucking wet,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck. “You’re dripping for me.”
She writhed beneath him, chasing the pressure of his hand. “More,” she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I need more.”
He added a third finger, stretching her further, and curled them to hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Like that?”
“Yes!” Her hips bucked against his hand. “Yes, just like that.”
His mouth found her breast, teeth closing around her nipple with just the right amount of pressure. The dual sensation—his fingers pumping inside her, his mouth hot on her breast—had her spiraling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
“Elliot,” she panted, her body tightening around his fingers. “I’m going to?—”
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough growl against her skin. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her back arching as she cried out his name.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body.
He worked her through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, her limbs feeling deliciously heavy.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her. “You taste so fucking good.”
She watched, mesmerized, as he finally stripped off his clothes, revealing his body in all its glory. His cock stood thick and hard against his stomach, the head flushed dark with need. Her mouth watered at the sight.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for him.
He shook his head, a wicked smile curving his lips. “Not yet.” He moved down the bed, spreading her thighs wide with his broad hands. “I’m not finished tasting you.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive flesh. She gasped, her hips jerking at the intense sensation. He held her firmly in place, his grip just shy of bruising as he devoured her like a man starved.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, one hand fisting in his hair while the other clutched at the sheets. His tongue circled her clit, then dipped lower to thrust inside her, gathering her wetness before returning to that bundle of nerves. “Elliot, fuck, that feels so good.”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through her core. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, keeping her spread open for his mouth. There was something almost feral in the way he consumed her, like he couldn’t get enough, and it drove her wild.
Another orgasm built, the pressure coiling tight in her belly. “I’m close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while sliding two fingers back inside her.
The combination was devastating. Her second climax hit even harder than the first, tearing a scream from her throat as her body convulsed with pleasure.
He didn’t let up, working her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
“No more,” she panted. “I need you inside me now.”
He rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wild with desire. “Protection?”
“My birth control implant is still good,” she reminded him. “And I want to feel you. All of you.”
He groaned, positioning himself between her legs. The blunt head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she felt a tremor of anticipation run through her. He paused, his eyes locking with hers.
“If I hurt you?—”
“You won’t.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer. “Now fuck me, Wilde. Make me feel it.”
With a growl, he thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation of being so completely filled made her gasp, her back arching off the bed. He stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Move,” she demanded, rolling her hips against him. “Please, Elliot, I need you to move.”
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard banging against the wall. Each thrust drove her higher, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his pace never faltering. “So tight, so wet for me.”
She met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back as pleasure built inside her again. “Harder,” she gasped. “I won’t break.”