“I already told you, I have plans.” I shrug a shoulder. “See, you lose. I’m not the type of girl you can set free.” That’s another lie, because he alreadyhas.
I grab the forks from the drawer and spin back around to silence. My heart pounds as I take him in with all his muscles and tattoos and that thin, white towel clinging to hiswaist.
His nostrils flare before he closes the space between us, fisting my hair in both his hands. “I know you’re only playing with me.” His lips play at my neck. “I do like it though. It’scute.”
With that, he lifts me onto the counter, and the T-shirt I’m wearing rides up, exposing my legs to the cold countertops. He shoves his knee between my thighs and spreads them before he kneels in front of me, sliding one side of my panties over. He makes me weak when he’s on his knees, and he knows it.My nails scratch over the counter when his tongue circles my clit, and I involuntarily toss my headback.
Lick. Suck.He groans and my muscles tense. Lick.He’s turning the key like I’m a windup doll. Tighter and tighter until I’m a pent-up ball of tension. Within a matter of seconds—seconds—I’m grabbing at his shoulders on the verge of an orgasm, and then, the bastardstops.
He moves my panties back in place, closes my legs, and looks right at me as he stands, leaving me breathless and aching between mythighs.
“Do youreallywant to tellmeno?” he says. “Because if you ask me, this…” He opens my legs again and slides a finger underneath the edge of my panties with a grin. “Oh, this feels like youdon’t.”
“Fuck you,” Ibreathe.
“In due time. But nottoday.”
Without warning, his finger plunge inside me. Deep and hard. I gasp like a whore at the welcomed intrusion. “Yes or no, Demi?” His thumb brushes my clit, and my body jerks in reaction. In and out, his fingers thrust violently, scooting me back on the worktop. He brings me right to the edge of an orgasm again only to stop. I exhale an angry breath, because I feel like he’s abusing me for his own sickpleasure.
“Yes or no, tiger lily?” He arches a stern brow, but I bet he’s just as frustrated as Iam.
“If I say no…” I cross my legs, drumming my nails on thecounter.
He smirks. “Then you don’tcome.”
Smug asshole. Before I realize it, I’ve leaned forward and grabbed his chin, tilting his head down to bring his stormy gaze to mine. My heart thumps because I’m about to wind him up until his springs pop. “The real question right now isn’t really whether I’ll go with you, Elijah. It’s whether or not I’ll let you make mecome.”
A deep groan rumbles from his chest. He grabs my knees, yanking my thighs apart and shoving my panties to the side as he bends back down. His fingers dig into my hips while he his tongue unforgivingly fucks me. I sigh at the relief I know is coming, then grab at his hair, bucking my hips against his mouth. I slap at the counter, trying to breathe while fighting the orgasm already ripping through mycore.
“Fuck,” I groan, my thighs clenching. The pleasure grows hot and intense, slowly transitioning to pain. “Shit…Stop,” I pant, but hedoesn’t.
He’s still pulling my clit between his teeth over and over, his fingers still crooking and bending inside me. He keeps going until the pain fades back into pleasure, and I’m falling over that cliff again. The sounds slipping from my lips border on a scream when my body succumbs to the tingling heat. And when I finally come down and catch my breath, I open my eyes to find him with his pants around his ankles and his hard cock gripped tightly in hishand.
“Now, Demi,” he says, pointing to the floor. “I’ll let you get on your knees forme.”
He acts like it’s a reward, and honestly, it is. I want him in my mouth so badly that I smile when I slide off the kitchen counter. I fall to my knees as though I’m seeking forgiveness, and I take his cock, pressing it to my lips with a gentlekiss.
Elijah grabs a fistful of hair and pulls while I trace my tongue over his shaft, flicking the piercing. I groan against him, and he tenses just before I take him back in mythroat.
“Shit,” he huffs and thensighs.
His fingers tighten in my hair as my head bobs. He’s swearing under his breath, but that’s not good enough. This man has left me undone, raw and exposed. Unable to string words together. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve made his kneesbuckle.
I shove him back against the counter. Then I take him as deep as I can and cup his balls. I work over him. Slow. Steady. He whispers fuck like he’s a broken record on a loop. His hands brace the edge of the counter, and his fingers twitch. I slide one finger toward his ass, pressing over his taint as I quicken my pace. Within seconds, he’s groaning, wildly fucking my mouth. His hold on my hair grows so tight my scalpstings.
I anticipate the way he’ll taste, salty like skin and sweat. I want his come in my mouth, and I want to see the lax expression on his face when he lets go. I stare at him, watching his face tighten. His mouth makes the perfect “O” before every ounce of refinement, of control he has dissipates, fading into something rugged and masculine, enveloped within rawpleasure.
The first hint of his orgasm falls on my tongue, and then, he pulls out of my mouth, collapsing against the counter as he greedily comes on thefloor.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, dragging his free hand through his messyhair.
This man is like a drug. Strong. Completely addictive. Absolutely something I do not need, but God, do I cravehim.
Licking the small taste he allowed me from my lips, I stand and go to brush past him without looking, because, right now, my mind’s getting the best of me. Of course, he grabs myarm.
“Demi.” There’s a sweet plea to his voice, and I wish I could hate him. “Please,” he whispers, raking his fingers through my hair. “Don’t make me go without you. I need youthere.”
“Okay, Elijah. I’llgo.”
I agree simply because I won’t be able to handle seeing him in that element, and I can only hope it will make it easier for me to endthis.
