“So did you last night.” I tease him because he really did look good on his knees for me.
“I’ll get on my knees any day for you. Now, jacket off and arms up.”
My fingers tremble slightly as I slide the jacket down, letting it pool on the floor without breaking eye contact. I lift my arms as he instructed, anticipation tightening every nerve in my body.
His hands brush against my sides as he slowly lifts my top over my head, careful but deliberate, exposing me from the waist up. My skin tingles under his gaze. I watch as he drags his tongue along his bottom lip, and goosebumps prickle across my pale skin. The intensity in his blue eyes makes it impossible to look anywhere else.
Just like that, the air between us crackles, thick with heat and tension.
I ache for him—any touch, anything that lets me feel him closer. My nipples are hard, and the wet heat between my legs makes it impossible to think straight.
Elijah drinks me in. “Has anyone ever fucked your tits?”
I arch one brow, letting a slow, sultry curve my lips, eyelashes fluttering teasingly. “Thought you didn't want me talking about my past lovers?”
“Beautiful brat,” he grunts as his fingers work at the button of his trousers.
I can't help the tiny wiggle of anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through me. This time, it's my turn to taste him. To hear him moan my name and to take control just enough to make him forget himself.
I watch, mesmerised, as he pulls his trousers down just far enough, and there he is. His dick is thick, veined, glistening, the tip flushed a deep, tempting red with a bead of precum glinting like it's calling to me.
It's massive. Bigger than anything I've ever been with. My pulse spikes, and for a moment, I wonder if sex is off the table.
“You're really good for a guy's ego, princess. But when the time comes, it'll fit. Even if I have to stretch you a little with those colourful dildos you hide in your bedside drawer.”
I gasp before I can stop myself.
“You were snooping through my things?”
Elijah steps closer, sliding a hand down to wrap around the base of himself, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
“You left the drawer open.”
My mouth falls open in a perfect little O.
Oops.
He grips my chin with his other hand, tilting my head up. “I need you so fucking badly. Grip my thighs. This isn't going to be gentle, and if it's too much, pinch me, alright?”
I nod eagerly, pressing my thighs together instinctively.
“Open for me.” he nudges the tip against my lips. The salty, musky taste of him hits me, and I can't resist opening wider. His thickness slides against my tongue, smooth and hot, teasing every inch of me, promising heaven with each pass.
I swirl my tongue, and he jerks suddenly, a rough breath tearing from him as his fingers fist my hair. He shudders when I take all of him, even when he presses too deep, over and over, my hands gripping his thighs to steady myself. His head falls back as he gives in, not holding back, letting himself use my mouth exactly the way he wants.
Even on my knees, even as his grip tightens and his control slips, I love knowing I’m the one doing this to him. I’m the reason he sounds like that.
“So fucking perfect for me.” his voice is wrecked. “This mouth is heaven.”
The praise hits harder than anything else, heat pooling low in my body, my thighs pressing together as I keep going. Everything in me longs for my own release, but I don't.
This time is for him.
“That’s it, take my cock. Take every inch of me.”
I tighten my hold on his thighs, digging in, feeling so needy for him. I lift one hand and cup him, giving a slow squeeze. He quivers hard, a curse tearing from his mouth.
“Shit, Willow.”
