Eli
Sibyl’s lips part,and a little gasp slips between them.
“Please don’t tease me.” Her voice comes out small, tortured. I could kill that asshole Halston for making her question her worth. And box my own ears in for never realizing how she felt about me.
“I mean it.” I slide my hand down her jaw, fingers slipping into her hair, curling around the back of her neck. “I need you to be mine.”
She shudders with a shaky breath, a tear slipping down her cheek. I brush it away, searching her eyes for an answer.
Sibyl tilts forward, crashing her lips into mine. Her hips rock, grinding into me.
I groan, gripping her at the waist, shoving her down into my lap.
“Make me yours,” she breathes into my mouth.
We’re both panting, and my brain spins from lack of oxygen.
She presses into me again, and I can’t hold myself back any longer. I slip a hand between us, pulling her panties tothe side. My fingers are slick with her arousal. I toy with her entrance, desperate to feel every single part of her.
Sibyl tips her pelvis, her clit grinding into the heel of my palm. The muscles in her legs draw tight.
“Please, Eli.”
“You beg so pretty, Sibby.”
Red tinges her cheeks, pupils blown wide. Her gaze is hazy with lust.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur, slipping my middle finger inside of her.
“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want your fingers.”
Her gaze darts to my lap—to the cotton boxers that are doing a shit job at containing me.
“Baby.” I crook my finger inside of her, making her gasp. “I’d like nothing more than to bury my cock inside you right now. But I don’t have a condom on me, or even in my house, so you can ride my hand, and when I get you back to your house, you can ride my face.”
“I have—” she gasps, her head falling back as she grinds into my palm again. “At my house. I have—” She can’t get the words out, too focused on finding her pleasure.
“Even better.” I lean forward, licking a path up her neck.
My teeth find her pulse point. Sibyl moans as her sharp fingers dig into my skin. My heart pounds in my chest, dick weeping in my boxers. I meant what I said—I want to be inside her right now. I can wait. I can give her this to start.
Sibyl rocks on my hand, her pace growing erratic, desperate.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Take what you need.”
She whimpers, her head falling back with a cry when I circle her clit with my thumb. I watch, unable to take myeyes off of her as she falls apart, right there, in my lap, in the cab of my truck.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur.
Sibyl slumps into my chest. But I need more. So much more.
“Eli?”
“Yeah?” My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat.
“Take me home?”
I glance at her, and the sight of her looking at me through her lashes steals the air right out of my lungs. I swallow hard.
