“But I want to,” I say, trying my best to sound seductive. I push him down onto the mattress. His head hits the pillow and one of his hands finds its way into my hair. I kneel on the mattress beside him and lean over, taking his long, thick, shaft into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around the head and against the slit a few times before I take more of his length into my mouth. I gag, and my eyes water when his smooth head bumps against the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he curses as I do it again, working my mouth up and down his length, sucking and swirling my tongue as best as I can. His fingers thread through my hair and hold me in place.
Red hot need pulses between my thighs, knowing how much he is enjoying this. He thrusts his hips upward, pushing into my mouth, softly at first. There’s resistance behind his thrusts and I sink my nails into his thighs while looking up at him, urging him to take my throat like he wants. It’s dirty, reckless as hell, and beyond fucking hot. My pussy throbs so much I think I’ll come apart as soon as he touches my clit.
Through hooded eyes, he watches me, slamming into me with a ferociousness that’s damn near frightening. I gag, attempting to swallow around his thickness as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Tears rim my eyes and it starts to become hard to breathe through his powerful thrusts, but in this moment, I wouldn’t care if I ever breathed again. Not with his cock in my mouth and the look he has in his eyes right now.
I moan around his cock inside my mouth, and his grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain. My scalp screams as he pulls my mouth from his cock with a suddenness that confuses me. Before I can ask him if I did something wrong, he’s moving off the bed.
“Move up the mattress,” he orders, his voice dripping with sex. I do as he says and crawl on my hands and knees toward the center of the bed. I watch him over my shoulder as he moves behind me, his huge legs caging mine. One of his hands grips onto my hip, his touch is both heaven and hell mixed all in one, bruising, but exhilarating. The other trails up my spine and stops, pressing at the nape of my neck, gripping onto me, and pushing my face into the mattress.
“Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much, Sunflower.”
“Mhm…” I moan, feeling his cock at my drenched entrance. Mercy isn’t something Elijah is going to show me tonight. Tonight, I’ve asked him to no longer be my friend. Tonight, I’ve asked him to fuck me like he wants to fuck me. And God help me, I want him to.
Thrusting into me hard enough to shove the air from my lungs, I grip onto the mattress to hold myself in place. My muscles tighten, a sting of pain courses through my womb at the invasion of his cock.
“Fuck, Sunflower,” Elijah pants behind me, his pace relentless, his hold possessive. His cock is ripping me apart from the inside out and through the pain, pleasure blooms. Like a flower rising up through the cracks in the concrete, pleasure pours into my body. I feel every inch of his cock, every slap of his skin against mine, each finger indentation in my flesh.
Something powerful swells inside of me. It grows, and grows, and grows and I know what’s coming. I can sense it, feel it barreling toward me like a hurricane bracing for the shoreline.
“Oh… Oh…” I cry out, and Elijah swivels his hips, somehow entering me deeper. He presses me harder into the mattress, and I claw at the sheets like a vicious animal.
“Oh yes, Sunflower, milk my cock, squeeze me nice and hard, pretty girl…” Elijah orders through gritted teeth. Spots appear over my vision, and for a moment, I’m suspended in time. My muscles tense, and my legs shake, while my pussy clenches around his length.
“Holy fucking shit,” Elijah groans, still moving in and out of me while I flutter around him. He leans in close, his sweaty chest covering my back. “You’ve ruined me, Bailey,” he whispers into the shell of my ear, blanketing my body with his as his thrusts slow. I push back against him, and he chuckles lightly before pulling out of me all the way. At the loss of his touch, I sag against the mattress, my body a gooey mess of nothing.
With minimal effort, he flips me over onto my back and enters me in one swift movement. This position feels more intimate, like more than friends with benefits, and yet I can’t find it in myself to drop my gaze. I stare into his eyes as he grips onto my hips and thrusts into me like his life depends on it. My hands roam up and down his pecs, clawing at his abs as he brings me full circle all over again.
“I’m going to come… I want you to come with me, Sunflower.” Elijah growls as he leans forward, his hot breath fanning against my cheek. My eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel something rub against my clit. The pleasure inside me becomes immense, all-consuming, it’s racing through me, burning as hot as the sun.
“Come, come now, Sunflower, come all over my cock,” he orders, and just like that, like he holds some kind of switch over my body, I do. My toes curl, and the air stills in my lungs as I bite at my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.
Aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, as Elijah comes a moment later, his head tipped back, the muscles in his neck and torso taut, his grip bruising, as he fills my cunt with his sticky seed. He stays inside me for a long time, and then pulls away, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
He looks at peace now, the tension in his features is gone, and when I look up at him yawning with sleep in my eyes, I see a small smile tug at his lips.
“You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow.” He grimaces, picking me up and moving me like a doll. I don’t say anything. I’m too tired and still riding the waves of pleasure. And honestly, I don’t care. Tonight was the best, even if facing tomorrow might be the worst.
He crawls into bed beside me and pulls the covers back before shutting the light off.
“You’re okay, right? I know you came two times, but I want to make sure you’re okay.” The softness of his tone washes over me, and I burrow into his chest, the smell of cinnamon and sex filling my nostrils.
“I’m fine.” I yawn into his perfectly sculpted chest. “I’m just tired. I’m not used to this kind of workout.”
Elijah chuckles. “Well, you better get used to it, because after tonight, I’m going to have you as often and as long as I can. Best friends or not, you’re mine, Bailey Marie Renshaw.”
I’m vaguely aware of his statement as my eyelids flutter closed, and a blissful darkness consumes me, shutting off all my thoughts, and pulling me into a deep slumber.
10
Elijah
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I don’t remember the last time I woke up with a woman in my arms. I usually leave right after sex or at least before they get up. I don’t want anyone getting attached to me, more importantly, I myself don’t want to get attached. Of course Bailey isn’t just anyone. She’s the exception to the rule, all my rules.
She’s still wrapped around me like a second blanket. Her cheek pressed to my chest, her lips slightly parted, and I’m pretty sure she is drooling a little bit. If it were anyone else, I would be disgusted, but when she does it, it’s just cute. Who am I kidding, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t have their head on my chest or their body wrapped around mine.
Her leg is draped across mine and her smooth thigh is dangerously close to my already hardening cock. I want her again, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I know she’s got to be sore. Images of how I fucked my innocent Sunflower last night enter my head, not helping my raging hard-on one bit. I thought another taste would satisfy my need, curb my appetite for her, but after last night I’ve realized I’ve only increased my appetite for a tiny, chestnut brown-haired girl that owns my motherfucking heart.