Chapter Eighteen
Taylor
My body was trembling as I caught myself from the carnal sin of blurting out ‘I love you’ to the man who’d just made me come so hard I nearly forgot my name. That was a rule all women knew, well, learned at one point in their sexual lives. It was a mood killer, and in most cases, when used at the wrong time, a great way to lose a guy, for good.
Elijah wiped the glaze of my cum from his face as he stared at me with a strange expression. I had to pull myself back to reality just to ensure I hadn’t actually slipped and uttered the words. No, I hadn’t. Maybe he was just freaked out thinking I was going to say the words that would shrivel his dick behind his balls.
“I need to taste you,” I demanded, lifting myself up and quickly kneeling between his legs on the floor. My hands ravished his jeans, opening them in record time. He lifted from the couch, pushing the denim away from his body and unleashing his beautiful cock just inches from my face.
My hand reached out, gripping his shaft tightly. I slid up and down, pulling his skin with my motion hard enough to tug at his tight balls. My free hand cupped the warm pile of flesh, gently squeezing it while my mouth settled on the tip of his cock. My lips tightened, sucking the head of his cock with a fast rhythm, my hand keeping pace along his shaft. My head pushed down, taking more of him into my mouth as I worked saliva from my cheeks to slide him easily a bit deeper. My lips stretched around him, and my throat loosened as he tapped at the beginning of my throat.
Elijah’s hands caressed my back, his nails digging gently into my skin as I swallowed him down my tight throat, squeezing his balls and tugging with my hand with each stroke. “I don’t want to come,” he growled, his body beginning to tense, and his cock flexing against my cheeks. I wanted to taste him, to feel his warm cum slide down my throat, but it was obvious he wasn’t willing to give up the main event: fucking my pussy. I let him guide my mouth from him, his cock slapping from my mouth against his thigh. My pussy was already dripping, ready for him to deliver the few hard thrusts needed to bring me to another orgasmic ending. “Stay there,” he demanded, scooting up from the couch.
He pulled a condom from his jeans, sliding it on without any hesitation and moved behind me. His hands lifted my hips, pulling me to all fours. My panties pulled away from my pussy and traveled down my legs, and then to the floor as I lifted each knee for Elijah to uncover my body. He pushed my dress up around my hips, his hands caressed my backside, my ass cheeks, and then my pussy. I twitched from his touch, anxious to feel him inside of me again.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered as his hand pushed between my thighs. I obliged, opening myself up in a way I’d never experienced. I loved that he was enjoying my body, becoming aroused by my pink flesh now spread open before him. A finger ran between my ass cheeks, teasing my puckered hole as it made its way to my pussy. I was soaked with pleasure, my cum already dripping to my thigh as he teased me with the tip of his cock rested at my entrance. “You have the sweetest pussy,” he whispered in my ear, leaning in and pushing himself into my tight body. Moans rolled from my lips without my consent or my control as he thrust into me deep, and hard. His hands gripped my hips, holding me from moving as he plowed into me with such force his balls slapped into my clit, tugging at it from the sticky arousal clinging to his soft flesh. “Fuck me hard,” I begged, breaking free from his grip and grinding my hips into him, lifting my ass just enough to push his cock against my G-spot.
I was already close, so close I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried. He reached around my waist, his fingers walking past my belly button to my throbbing clit. He pressed into the flesh, rubbing with the same fast rhythm he plunged into me until I arched my back and tightened my legs around him with a quick rush of pleasure. My body shook, my legs trembled, and warm cum squirted from my body so violently it left me breathless.
Elijah held me close to him as my orgasm burst around his cock. Strong twitches pushed against the walls of my pussy, and then a deep grumble of his release sounded in my ear. Wow, just wow…
His weight fell onto me as I melted towards the couch and the floor. I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine, and his breathing hard and labored as we both worked to calm our bodies from the overwhelming arousal. “I’ve never felt so damn good,” he gasped, falling away from me, his worn-out cock sliding from between my legs. I hadn’t either, ever. I didn’t tell him that. I wanted to, but I was afraid if I spoke, those three little words would fall out of my lips.
Elijah gave my ass a playful smack as he moved towards the bathroom. “Can we get a shower?” he called out into the room.
“Yes,” I gasped, making it to my feet and following the sound of his voice to the bathroom.
The shower wasn’t exactly built for two. It was an old house, but we made it work. I’d never showered with anyone before, and something about it felt so intimate as he washed my back, slicked my wet hair from my face, and pulled me close to his hard chest. If I had my way, this would be the only way I showered from here on out, even with the cramped space and inconvenience of sharing the water.
After we’d dried off and dressed, we lounged on the couch together, not talking much, just enjoying each other’s company. I wanted to bring up Tommy, to ask him about his death, but I knew now wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t leaving for a few weeks, and if he decided to play a role as Bailey’s father, maybe he wouldn’t leave at all.
“You know, I think I’ll take some time off next week if you want to take me on that hike,” I declared.
Elijah looked down at me; his lips curled into the same crooked smile as Bailey’s at the store. “To Xander’s?” he asked, obviously surprised.
I nodded, and then tucked my head back under his arm and against his chest.
It would be fun to make the journey with Elijah, and maybe seeing Xander would make it easier to open up a discussion about Tommy.