MY CHEEKS HEATED WITH EMBARRASSMENTevery time I thought about the way I shamelessly rode Elijah’s erection in my office, which meant my face stayed red all fucking day long. I couldn’t believe I’d been so bold, or came so fast, or so hard. Pleasure had ripped through me so intense that my lungs froze and robbed me of the ability to even groan. Remembering his dirty talk and knowing he jerked off in my bathroom kept me aroused all damn day long also. My nipples felt chaffed from rubbing against their lace prison, and I thought the only thing that would make them feel better was Elijah’s lips and tongue.
What had I been thinking?My store could’ve been impacted negatively had anyone caught us. My businesses were everything to me, and I couldn’t afford to act so stupidly again.
“Want to grab a bite to eat with me?” Milo asked as I locked the door to my shop and stepped into the alley behind our businesses. Books and Brew would be open for a few more hours, but the night crew had it under control.
“Um, I can’t tonight,” I replied. “How about tomorrow night?”
“What are you doing tonight? Or shall I ask whom?”
“Milo.” I said his name in the same exasperated tone our mother had used on us since we were born.
“Fine,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. Then he hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug. “Just be careful.”
“I will.”
I let Lulu out to do her thing as soon as I got home then looked through my refrigerator to see what I could whip together for dinner. My options were on the thin side since I was a few days away from my next grocery trip. I glanced at the clock and thought I had enough time for a quick trip to the store to grab something a little more appealing than breakfast for dinner. A knock sounded on my back door, and I saw Elijah standing on the porch.
Oh my God!He was an hour early! I had planned on taking a shower and shaving my legs, even though I’d done it just two days prior, reapply my makeup, and put on something a little sexier than what I wore to work that day.Although he seemed to like it just fine.
I stood staring at him through the window, unable to walk toward him or run, until he held up a pizza box and a six-pack of bottled beer—the good stuff. His wicked smile said he was ten steps ahead of me. I returned his smile when I opened the door.
“You’re a little early,” I said, leaning against the doorjamb. I didn’t want to appear too eager to ride his cock again. I figured the guy should work for it a little.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Invite me in, Freckles.”
His gravelly voice weakened my knees, but I managed to step back so he could enter. Once again, I found myself pushed up against a door as soon as Elijah put the pizza box and beer on the counter.
“I bet you had plans to shower, didn’t you?” I thought his question was a little strange until he spoke again. “I didn’t want you to wash the scent of your orgasm off your cunt. I wanted to taste it.”
“I was hoping you could give me another one,” I said, confidently pushing my hips against his like I tried seducing men every single day.
“That’s a promise, Freckles, but I still want to taste the first one.”
It felt like slow motion as he lowered himself to his knees. Power surged through me, kicking my lust into overdrive at seeing such a strong, powerful man at my feet. Elijah only broke eye contact when he removed my black leather, high-heeled Mary Janes. Then his hot gaze journeyed slowly from my stocking-clad feet up to meet my eyes, lingering on the juncture between my thighs and my breasts, of course.
His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and I squeezed my thighs together, hoping that my wet pussy lips lived up to the expectation I saw in his eyes. Elijah placed his hands at the back of my knees and slowly inched them up until they reached the hem of my skirt. He bunched the material in his large hands and kept moving upwards until my skirt was wrapped around my waist.
Elijah broke eye contact again when he pressed his nose against my pubis and inhaled deeply into his nose. He closed his eyes and growled in the back of his throat, making my pussy even wetter. When Elijah reopened his eyelids, his dark brown eyes were nearly black with lust. My lips parted and a shaky breath staggered out when he reached for the waistband of my tights. Like with lifting my skirt, Elijah took his time pulling them down over my hips and revealing the delicate pink lace of my thong. He stopped once my tights were midthigh and pressed his nose against the lace.
“Fuck me,” he whispered reverently. I felt his hot breath against my sensitive pussy lips.
“I plan on it,” I answered boldly.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Freckles.”
“It will be a glorious death though,” I promised.Where had that come from? When did I start guaranteeing a good time like a promise written on a bathroom stall?
Elijah finished pulling my tights off and tossed them over his shoulder. “You’re a walking contradiction,” he said as he traced the lines of the flower petals tattooed on upper thigh with his finger. “Beneath that demure, elegant outfit lives a woman who is bold and raw in her desires.” Elijah slowly rose to his feet, his body brushing against mine. “Take me to your room, Freckles.”
I didn’t bother pushing my skirt back down; I rather liked the idea of him checking out my ass when I walked up the steps in front of him. I was damn proud of my ass. I took him by the hand and led him up the steps, but we didn’t make it to the top before he released my hand and grabbed my hips, halting my progress.
Elijah dropped to his knees on two steps beneath mine. “Bend over, brace your hands on the stairs, and spread your legs.”
I did what he asked and felt the coolness of the air on my pussy when Elijah pulled the thin strip of lace to the side exposing the most intimate part of me. Goose bumps pebbled across my skin when I felt the heat of his breath on my bare lips. My body was both hot and cold at the same time as I waited for him to make his next move. When it came, I should’ve been mortified, but I had never in my life been so damn turned on.
Elijah licked a path from the top of my ass to my clit then practically buried his nose between my ass cheeks so he could work my pussy with his tongue. He started out with teasing little licks along the folds of my lips, then my clit, before he speared my cunt with his tongue.
“Elijah,” I whispered hoarsely. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. My stomach clenched tight with a pending orgasm. Instead of shrinking away in horror over my wanton behavior, I pushed back against his seeking tongue.
