Chapter Twelve

Taylor

 

I couldn’t believe I was actually taking Madison’s advice. She was with an idiot; what the hell did she know, and what was I doing listening to her?

My hip pressed against Elijah’s so snuggly that there was no way he wouldn’t pick up on my signal. The silk material of my robe clung to my body, and I knew my hardened nipples were visible as he turned to me. His eyes rested on mine, but I knew they’d wandered without detection to the cleavage showing through my robe, and of course the hardened nubs that poked through the thin material.

I’d never been so bold before, so assertive about what I wanted. Panic was setting in the more I thought about what I was doing, what I was planning to do. I was ready to excuse myself and change into something less provocative when Elijah leaned in. Shit, this was it. He was going to kiss me.

Our eyes locked as he moved in, his lips parting as they grazed against mine. They were soft, sensual, and tasted like the red wine I’d served him. I closed my eyes, melting towards him as his tongue tickled my lips, sliding delicately across them, parting them, entering them. Our tongues entangled with a burst of passion that awoke my arousal like never before. I am kissing Elijah Grant. My heart pounded hard against my chest as Elijah pulled back, his teeth gently tugging at my lower lip. My eyes opened to his intense stare, filled with the same hunger and desire I was feeling. Yes, I wanted this. I couldn’t stop now, not after a kiss like that. My hands lifted to his chest, my fingers slowly working the buttons open on his shirt. Smooth, tan skin exposed below with each released button. My pussy ached for attention; my breasts swelled with envy as my fingers slowly passed over Elijah’s nipples.

I pushed his shirt from his body, dropping it behind him to the couch as he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Do you have protection?” I asked, feeling embarrassment aching through my veins like an unexperienced school girl. His lips curled into a crooked smile. “I do,” he replied, his voice so deep and thick I wanted to drown in its vibrations.

His hands lifted to my neck, gently pulling me into him for another kiss. Sweet tingles rolled through my body as his hand slid between my breasts, playfully caressing my cleavage. A slight tug on my robe’s belt let it loose, allowing him to explore my nude body freely. His touch was so precise, so skillful, that I fell into a trance. Under his spell, he guided me to my back, my robe open, nothing underneath, and the only thing covering me were his eyes.

My fingers slid through the short hairs atop his head as his mouth roamed freely along my body, carefully to miss the parts that ached for him, begged for him. The tease was creating an explosive arousal within me that I’d never imagined possible. My body trembled, tensed, and then released a forceful orgasm as he slid a single finger in the crevice of my inner thigh. Moans roared from my throat, my body pushed, squirmed, and writhed beneath his touch, begging for him to give me what I wanted, what I needed.

My body calmed to a soft roar as the orgasm settled. The look in his eyes was devastatingly sexy, turning me into a toy that wanted only to please him as he had me. He hadn’t even touched a breast, my clit, or the inside of my warm, wet cunt, and already my arousal slicked my opening as it continued to throb softly.

“What have you done to me?” I gasped.

His smile fell crooked upon his squared jawline, and his eyes grew hungry again as he moved into me. The stubble on his chin tickled my nipples as his tongue traced their outline. My back arched, my hips ground into his leg, and all I wanted at that moment was for him to fuck me, to fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

Elijah’s tongue was as skillful as a snake in the grass hunting its prey. It slid down my side, into the small of my waist, and then down my hip, curling into my inner thigh. His hands pushed my legs apart, and without warning, his tongue buried into my cunt, lapping up the reward of his given pleasure. “Fuck me,” I gasped, the first time I’d ever said anything dirty during sex. It startled me at first, but as he lapped up my juices, sucking my pussy lips so hard they tugged from my body, and then moving to my swollen clit with a massaging rhythm that brought me back to the edge of climax, I grew more aggressive with my needs. “Don’t stop; suck my clit,” I guided his head with my hands as my hips ground with his rhythm.

A growl rolled from his throat, vibrating the meaty nub he gently chewed and sucked. “Make me come again,” I moaned just as my orgasm exploded like fire through dry grass. I called out to God, to Elijah, and cursed like a sailor as my body shook twice as hard as the first time.

“I could suck on your cunt all night,” Elijah whispered as he pulled up from between my legs. “But, I have to feel you around me,” he added with a raspy gasp.

His fingers playfully ran through my pussy lips as my legs fell open for him. My arousal was slick and sticky, and I couldn’t wait to feel him fill me. He stood from the couch, unlatched his jeans, and then reached into his back pocket. I watched him work a condom from his wallet, “Just for emergencies,” he explained with a smirk, and then pushed his jeans down from his hips. While he kicked off his shoes, my eyes got their first peek at his long, hard cock. It was so pink, so veiny and thick that my mouth watered at its sight.

“You want this?” he teased, stroking his large muscle in his strong hand.

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips grinding upward as his free hand teased my tight hole. He slipped one finger inside easily, working it in and out as I squirmed. My eyes fell shut, my body fell under his control, and at that moment, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was his.

“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, lowering onto me. The warmth of his body against my skin soothed me, and his hot breath made me shudder with excitement. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said sweetly, kissing the side of my neck. His finger pulled from me, leaving my pussy aching for more attention.

My eyes locked onto his as he positioned his cock at my entrance. He rested there, his cock head just pushed between my plump pussy lips. They were swollen from my arousal, and my clit was fully open, my sweet pearl exposed and ready for the friction of his belly as he fucked me. “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” I gasped. Elijah smiled, his eyes filled with a strange, sexy satisfaction as he thrust his hips towards me, pushing his long, hard cock deep into my cunt. Moans roared from my throat, my lips trembled as I began to make random noises, my breathing accelerated, and my clit felt as though it would explode.

My legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me as I pushed my hips upward, keeping with the motion of his. Fuck, Elijah Grant is fucking me hard, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.

His thrusts slowed to a steady rhythm, one that left me trembling beneath him, and my pussy contracting around him. His growls grew louder and deeper with each thrust until he stopped, tensed, and his ass cheeks clenched tight, pushing him even deeper into my tight hole. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, and then exploded with a rush of warmth between my legs, filling the condom so full I could feel it swelling. My pussy contracted, my clit began to calm, but the orgasm that teetered on the edge was not backing away; it was ready to leap.

Elijah’s eyes burnt into mine as he steadied himself above me, keeping his weight from crushing me into the couch. His cock was still buried between my legs, but not moving at all. My body trembled and shook, and my hands reached for his back, clawing into his skin as my lips allowed loud moans of pleasure to escape. I finally calmed, my eyes opened, and Elijah looked at me with such surprise, such satisfaction, that I froze in his spell once again.

I didn’t want him to move from atop me, but his cock was already working its way out as my pussy finalized the last few contractions of my orgasm. He looked as disappointed as I felt as his manhood was pushed completely from my warm hole. “I better clean up,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing me softly on the forehead before he lifted from me.

His body was chiseled, as if an artist spent years ensuring every muscle, every ripple, and every vein was perfectly placed. I was already thirsting for more as my eyes followed him down the hall. I was filled with sorrow as he disappeared into the bathroom, out of sight. I slid up, realizing I needed to clean up as well. I grabbed my robe, slid it on, and tightened the belt. The large picture on my wall of me with my dad and Tommy stared me in the face, mocking me, judging me. A sudden rush of remorse and panic rolled through me. What had I done?

Elijah came out of the bathroom, and I was certain my face displayed the mortification I felt. I smiled faintly as I told him I needed to clean up, and took his spot in the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the toilet, fighting back the tears. I really liked Elijah, and oh my God, the sex was better than I’d ever had, but he was my brother’s best friend. My dead brother’s best friend. I couldn’t get his approval, not with him gone.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the bathroom behind the locked door, but it had to be a while as I struggled with my anxiety. A knock on the door and then Elijah’s voice pulled me back to reality “Hey, are you okay?” he asked.

I opened the door, he was already fully dressed, and his eyes filled with worry, and I was certain mine filled with regret. “I’m sorry. I just started feeling sick. Maybe it was too much wine,” I lied, knowing I’d only had three glasses, and I could guzzle six down on a good night before feeling woozy.

“Okay. Can I do anything, get you anything?” he asked.

“No. I think I just need to go to bed,” I smiled faintly, avoiding keeping eye contact for more than a split second. I didn’t want him to see right through me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized for my abrupt illness, even though faked to hopefully hide the stress.

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone then, if you’re sure you don’t want me to stay and help,” he offered.

“No,” I answered way too quickly.

“I’d like to see you again,” he said, his tone obviously shaken with worry about my behavior.

I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to see him again. I wasn’t sure I could. “Call me, and we’ll try to make plans,” I said, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed him to the front door. What have I done?