“Like hell you will.”
“Braxton, this isn’t up for discussion,” she offers me a pained stare, and I know she’s trying not to cry.
“Look, Eliana, what you heard back there. It’s not what it sounded like. I just, I just don’t know what this is, how to describe it, and when they asked I just kind of froze.”
“You don’t need to offer me any explanations, Brax, I get it.”
“No, no you don’t.” I don’t know what to say to her, everything that comes out of my mouth sounds stupid.
I spot her phone next to her and pick it up.
“What are you doing?” she shouts, trying to pry the phone from my hands. I stand and start walking toward the pool house, Eliana hot on my heels.
Casey picks up on the first ring. “Hi, Casey.”
“Uhm. Hi, you must be Braxton?” she replies tentatively.
“Eliana’s changed her mind, I’ll get her to call you in a bit.”
“Okay, is everything all right?”
“Yeah. It is.”
I cut the call and turn to face Eliana who’s visibly shaking. “How dare you-”
I grab her by the waist, tugging her to me, cutting her off with a kiss to her pouty lips. I want her to understand that in this kiss, I’m trying to convey a million feelings I don’t understand. I know this will only lead to complications, but we are past that already. Her body melts against mine, her breath warm. Low moans reverberate from her as I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the wall, my hands under her top, feeling her bare, taut breasts in my hands. We are desire and desperation all in one.
“Are you wet for me, princess?” I hiss against her ear, unbuttoning her shorts and slipping my hand in as she tugs on my hair.
“No, let me go Brax…” her words and her moist panties are saying two different things. I press my tongue between her lips again as I slip a finger into her slit, rubbing on that sensitive bundle of nerves. She tastes of white wine and everything delicious I’ve ever desired but never tasted until this point.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, so hard, you’re going to forget you ever wanted to leave.”
My torture on her clit continues, and she’s moaning into my shoulder.
“Shh,” I coax. “Wouldn’t want them to know how dirty you are, little minx.” I smirk down at her as she grinds herself against my palm. My filthy words just seem to make her wetter, and soon she’s crying out an orgasm I have to mute with my hand over her mouth.
I turn her around, tugging her shorts down her pert ass before pushing my erection against her.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Mmm…” is all she can manage. I love it when she gets like this.
“Bend over for me.” I whisper, unzipping my jeans and letting them fall around my ankles.
She does as she’s told, curving her back so her ass is aligned to my thick erection. I slip a finger into her wet folds, and she moans.
“Tell me what you want, Eliana, use your words.”
“Fuck me, Brax.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I line myself at her entrance, slamming into her so hard she yelps. I grip onto her hips and start thrusting into her harder than ever before.
“You leave when I say you do, understand?” I demand, my movements becoming erratic. She nods, unable to speak. All I want is her, like this, under my control. She’s trying to muffle her whimpers of pleasure, but right now, I don’t give a fuck who hears. She is mine. She lets out incoherent sounds, her body trembling in my hands, and I slam into her harder, feeling my balls tighten as I release inside her sweet pussy.
Eliana straightens up and slaps me on the cheek.
“What the fuck was that for?” I hold my cheek, still out of breath.
