“I’ll scold him later, I promise, but right now, I don’t think I have a say in how he reacts when you’re beneath me like this. Looking likethat,” I whine, and a whimper climbs my throat.
“Looking like what?” she taunts, then moans loudly for her friends’ benefit.
I shut my eyes for another beat, sweat beading along my hairline. This is the hottest thing I’ve experienced in my entire life, and with the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. I amsoscrewed.
“Perfect,” I whisper, reverent. “You lookperfect.”And like you’re mine,but I have no business thinking that.
There’s a knock on her door, and we both freeze. “We’re leaving!” Chelsea shouts through the door. We remain completely still, waiting for the telltale sign of their departure.
The front door slams, and we release relieved breaths. Adhira untangles herself from me, but I don’t move a single inch. Ican’t.
“Elijah…it’s time to get off me now,” Adhira chides.
“Just give me one second,” I plead. If I move now, I’ll absolutely come in my shorts. I’d need to flee the country. Get a new name. A new identity. I would simply cease to exist with that level of embarrassment looming over my head.
“Why?” she asks, then presses her lips together, brows raised. “O-oh! Got it. Nooo problem,” she says, sucking her lips between her teeth, cheeks hollowing out.
At least she has the decency to appear sheepish as I fight for my life between her legs.
It doesn’t last long before she’s smirking again and deadpans, “This is a completely normal, physiological response, princess. I won’t think less of you if you were to ejaculate right now.” My body agrees with her, despite my internal protests.
“It’s okay. Get on with it,” she urges, and her consent is quite literally all I need.
A guttural groan rips from my lips as my balls tighten, and my hips drive forward of their own accord, running my length along the flat plane of her belly. Hot cum spills into my briefs, stars dancing in my vision, and I don’t even get to enjoy themoment because white-hot embarrassment pours over me like a bucket of water.
Adhira pats my shoulder firmly. “Excellent performance, princess. Now get off me and take a shower. You’re sweaty, and I have ice cream calling my name.”
I roll off her, grunting, as she shimmies out of the bed in her thin red pyjama pants that do nothing to hide the wet spot between her legs.
I’m going to hell for this.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
I traipseinto the living room, blissfully aware that it is now empty andclean.I’m sure I have Chelsea to thank for that. She’s such a mother hen, even without kids of her own. In a lot of ways, she’s like Elijah. Always taking care of everyone and doing it like it’s more for her than them.
The blankets I’d left on the floor are folded in neat piles on the sofa, the cushions have been fluffed, and the lights are all off, save for the one under the microwave.
Elijah follows behind me, shooting me a wry grin as he scurries off to his room. I hold my breath, releasing it when I hear the water splattering against his shower floor.
What I’d said was true. It really is a normal physiological response to our proximity and our bodies being pressed flush together. He has no reason to be ashamed, and I’d never make fun of him for it. He was doing me a favour, after all.
The part I can’t quite figure out is whyIresponded the way I had. My pulse was beating between my legs, and for a moment, Iwantedhim to finish inside me.
How strange is that?
I’ve had sex before, but nothing ever feltgood.Not like being with Elijah, even clothed, had.
I reach into the freezer and pluck out the coconut milk ice cream he made just for me. I hadn’t realised it wasonlyfor me until he scrunched his nose when I offered to get him a bowl, but I have no problem fulfilling my duty as the designated coconut ice cream rubbish receptacle.
I pop off the top, pull a drawer open, and grab a small golden spoon. I dig right in, leaning my hip against the counter.
A moan slips past my lips as the cool, sweet, creamy dessert coats my palate. The sound is more authentic than anything that just came out of my bedroom, even if Elijah’s whimpers were almost as attractive as the strength of his thighs when they carry him down the pitch.
Yummy and alsoshocking.Maybe I’m just starved for entertainment, but watching that beast of a man fall apart for me did things to my body that I’ve never experienced before.
Thanks to Elijah and his selflessness, I spend the rest of my evening in my comfy, warm bed, watching countless videos of the pod of orcas off the coast of Spain and Portugal as they work tirelessly to teach their young how to dismantle the rudder from a boat in order to save themselves if caught in a net.
