His lips skimmed the back of my neck, drawing another tremor from me. “Ready for more?”
The question vibrated against my skin, trailing down my spine and leaving heat in its wake.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I lifted my head and grabbed his right hand where it still held my breast. I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I led him through my apartment. It was a short walk to my bedroom. The lamp on my nightstand was lit, illuminating the space with a soft glow.
When I reached the foot of my bed, I released Elijah’s hand as I turned to face him, my fingers gliding up his arm and over his shoulder to his chest. I stepped into him, bringing my other hand up until both of my palms rested on his pectorals. Heat seeped through his shirt into my skin, and I tilted my head back to look up at him.
My breath halted in my chest when I saw the way he was staring at me. It was the same expression he wore the night of Chris and Lucy’s wedding. The same look he gave me when he said I was pretty. Hot, yet sweet, as though he wanted to eat me alive, but he didn’t want to tear his eyes away either.
The coil around my heart, the one that appeared when he called me a good girl, squeezed. He was looking at me the way Chris looked at Lucy. The way Charles looked at Yancy. The way all the men in my friends’ lives looked at them. It was a look no man had directed at me before. A look I craved as much as I desired words of praise.
A look I could fall in love with if I wasn’t careful.
I blinked at the thought, breaking the intense eye contact between us. Elijah’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt before he stripped it over my head. My skirt followed a moment later, pooling on the floor at my feet.
His eyes roved over me, taking in the plain nude bra I wore and the navy cotton panties I wore. They were utilitarian, meant for comfort rather than aesthetics, but he was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Unable to stand still beneath his perusal, I reached out and grabbed the hem of his tee, tugging it up and over his head. As I ran one hand over his bare torso, I reached out and snagged one of the throw pillows from the small chaise that sat at the foot of my bed.
Elijah’s chest heaved as he watched me drop it on the floor at my feet and kneel down. His brilliant blue eyes glittered in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, but the angle of his head cast most of his face in shadow.
He didn’t blink as I slowly moved to my knees and reached out for his belt. I could feel his stare like a physical touch as I opened his pants and tugged them down far enough to reveal the hard length of his erection, covered by his briefs.
When I rubbed my palm over the cotton, feeling the heat of his skin beneath, his quick breaths stuttered, and he inhaled deeply.
I liked knowing that I affected him. I wondered if it was as much as he affected me. If my touch seared through him like lava, leaving molten trails in its wake. Because that’s what his hands and mouth did to my body. They left me hot, aching, and weak.
I wanted to do the same for him. I wanted to ruin him the way he’d ruined me.
I lowered his pants to his mid-thighs then hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled it out and down, just low enough to reveal his dick.
“Fuck,” Elijah whispered, his fingers spearing through the hair at my temples.
I glanced up to find him staring down at me, the muscles in his arms and chest bunched tightly as though he was holding himself back. Without breaking eye contact, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and pointed it toward my mouth.
He watched me intently as I leaned forward and opened my mouth, his muscles growing even tighter. When I closed my lips around the tip of his dick, Elijah’s head fell back, and he muttered what sounded like a curse.
Feeling bolder and more confident, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the underside of his dick from base to tip. His chin came down and our eyes locked again. The muscles in his jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth. His hands fisted at his sides when I repeated the gesture.
I sucked him back into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, and reached for his hands, guiding them to my head. He groaned when I pulled my head back before taking him even deeper again. A sharp pain seared my scalp when his hands fisted in my hair, tugging it lightly.
A whimper escaped me when he pulled my hair again. Not because it hurt too badly, but because I liked it. I’d never had a man pull my hair like that before, and I’d never realized how much I could like it.
My eyes closed as I used my hand and mouth to work him, tears gathering at the outer corners when he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. Before I could recover, his hands released my hair and gripped my skull, stilling my motions. He pulled away and bent down, moving his hold to my waist.
A moment later, I was airborne. The breath rushed out of me when I landed on the mattress. His hands all but ripped my panties off before he tossed them onto the floor at his feet. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, taking a strip of condoms out of it before it joined my panties on the floor.
Without bothering to shuck off his pants, Elijah ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his cock. When I started to sit up and help, he shot me a piercing look.
“Don’t. Move.”
I stilled at his command, my weight resting on my elbows.
He reached down, hooking his hands behind my knees. With a strong yank, he tugged me to the edge of the bed. A gasp escaped me when he shoved them up and apart. His head tilted down, and he reached between us. My eyes followed the motion, and I watched as he grasped his cock, lining it up with my entrance.
I took a shaky breath as the head of his cock parted me. A shudder wracked me as he slowly thrust inside me. My body tensed around him when he bottomed out. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me toward him as he ground his hips against mine.
