Time-Lapse

by Heller, JB

“Don’t stop!” she whines, and I smirk, pressing one more quick kiss to her mound, then I sit up between her thighs. She pouts. “Why’d you stop?”

  I glance down to the hard-on straining against the confines of my pants then back up at her. “Because I didn’t want to blow my load in my shorts like an idiot. And one more little moan past your pretty lips and I would have.”

  Her eyes light up, and she smiles one of those breathtaking, amazing smiles that I love so much. “Oh, you liked those, did you?” she teases as she slowly lifts her hips in the air, making her little dress fall to her stomach, then she lowers her hips again and sits up in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  Eliza grins but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she takes the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, revealing a lacy mint-green bra that matches her underwear, then tosses her dress to the side.

  My mouth waters at the sight of her perky tits encased in lace, just waiting for me to suck her nipples through the thin fabric. Nipples that, I might add, are standing at full salute. And who am I to deny them?

  Without another word, I launch myself at her, pushing her back down to the soft bed of grass we’re fooling around in. She chuckles. “So you like the girls too, huh?”

  “Fuck yes,” I mutter before taking one of those tasty little morsels into my mouth and sucking—hard.

  Her back arches off the ground, and her hands fly to the waistband of my shorts, trying to undo the button above my fly. She gives up her fumbling efforts and pushes at my chest. “Back up. I need to even the playing field.”

  I push to my haunches, and she has my shirt off in a flash, then she’s at the button of my shorts again. “Stupid buttons,” she grumbles under her breath as she fights to release it.

  “Want a hand?” I snicker.

  Her eyes lift to mine and narrow. “No. I can do it myself, thank you very much.” Then, she returns her focus to her task, sliding her tongue out to the side just a little as she concentrates. It’s goddamn adorable.

  “Ha!” She looks into my eyes when she finally releases the button and slowly slides down my zipper.

  The backs of her knuckles graze along the length of my cock as she does, and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head with that small amount of contact. Fuck, I didn’t realize I was so hard up. I’m not going to last if I’m this on edge already.

  I try to think of something—fucking anything—to stall her, but she’s already pushed my shorts and boxers down my hips, and my dick is now right in front of her face. My mind goes blank when she wraps her fingers around the base then brushes her lips over the tip in a barely there touch that has my balls pulling up tight against my body.

  My hands shoot to her shoulders, pushing her back a little. “El, you can’t do that. Not until I’ve had a pep talk with Pedro, at least.”

  Her lips lift in a little smirk. “Pedro?”

  “Yes, that’s his name.” I point to my dick with my eyes.

  Eliza falls back laughing. “Pedro the penis!” she pants while laughing her head off.

  Lifting a brow, I ask, “Got a problem with that? I can put him away if you do. You’re offending him right now.”

  She sobers immediately. “No, no. Pedro is a, umm … it’s a great name for a penis.”

  “You’re so full of shit,” I tell her. “But points for not wanting me to put my pants back on,” I say as I kick my shorts off all the way.

  “I think we need a new rule,” she states. “Pants are optional at the stream.”

  I chuckle and bring my hands to her hips, taking the lace of her boy shorts in my fingertips and slowly dragging them down her legs. “I like that rule, but you’re such a little sex fiend that you’d be pantless every time we came here.”

  She shrugs. “Maybe then you’d finally fuck me? But then again, I am lying here in nothing but my bra, and you’re still talking. So …”

  Bringing myself back down atop her body, I brace my forearms on either side of her head. “Why do you want it so bad anyway?”

  Her breath hitches as our bodies connect, flesh to flesh. “Because it’s you. I want everything I can have with you for as long as I can have it.” Her eyes shine with sincerity.

  How can I keep saying no to her? Especially when she’s looking at me like that.

  I can’t figure Hux out. We’re lying here in each other’s arms, in the grass, naked. And he looks like I’m torturing him, not offering myself up.

  Reaching up, I press my palm to his cheek, and he leans into my touch, closing his eyes as he does.

  “Just tell me why. Why are you still so determined not to have sex with me? I know you want to. I can feel how much you want me.” I shift my hips a little until the tip of his cock is nudging against my opening. “I want this. I want you. Please, I just want to be with you while I still have you.”

  He drops his forehead to mine. “You’re killing me,” he murmurs at the same time as his hips surge forward.

  The slight burn as my body stretches to accommodate him feels amazing. A warm, tingling feeling travels up my spine until my neck arches as a deep moan leaves my lips. “Hux,” I breathe as he pulls his hips back, leaving only his tip inside, then slowly pushes forward again.

  My hands are on his back, holding him close to me, and I feel his body shudder with each torturously slow thrust.

  I can’t help myself. I need to touch more of him. Sliding one of my hands down his muscular back, I bite on my bottom lip when I reach his full, taut ass. The muscles are held tight as he continues his rhythm, and I squeeze, digging my nails into his flesh.

  “Jesus, El,” he groans, then his mouth is on my throat, kissing, sucking, licking. “You feel so good, El. So fucking good. This is a mistake, but I can’t stop. I can’t.”

  Before I can chew him out for saying the most incredible sex I’ve had to date is a mistake, his mouth moves to mine and takes it in a deliciously deep kiss. My tongue glides against his in sync, like we’ve been doing this forever.

  Hux pushes himself up on one arm and looks down at me. “You are so beautiful, El. I don’t deserve you. But I can’t stay away,” he says, and his hips increase their tempo. “You are my everything. My reason for being,” he breathes the words against my cheek.

  My orgasm is building fast, and the faster he thrusts, the higher I climb. “Hux,” I whimper, “I’m—”

  Then, he slams his mouth down on mine again, swallowing my cry as I detonate around his hard cock.

  While I’m still coming down, he pulls out, taking his length in his hand, pumping it in his fist until he comes with a deep growl.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lying in my bed, staring at my ceiling, I can’t believe how stupid I am. Goddamn it! Rolling to the side, I slam my fist into the wall, trying to release some of my frustration. The pain radiating through my hand gives me little satisfaction.

  I’ve just made things a hundred times harder. All because I couldn’t control myself.

  A part of me wants to cut myself some slack. I mean, how in the hell could I possibly have held myself back with the most beautiful girl in the entire universe lying beneath me, begging me to fuck her?

  Then, the rational side of my brain says I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be in that position with El in the first place.

  I meant it when I said it was a mistake. But I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the best mistake I’ve ever made. Sex has never felt like that before. Never felt so right, so satisfying, so euphoric. I only just managed to pull out before I came. I wish I could have stayed buried inside of her for hours.

  And with that thought, another harsh reality slams into my chest. I wasn’t wearing a condom. What the hell had I been thinking? Simple. I wasn’t thinking—not with my head, anyway.

  I’m not stupid enough to think that Eliza will back down now and be content with just fooling around. Hell, I’m not stupid enough to think I will continue to be satisfied with it. I want in. Now that I’ve felt her tig
htness around me, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of her.

  And I only have two weeks left here.

  Two short weeks.

  Fuck.

  Nothing can wipe the smile off my face. Not even Wayne, who’s been giving me weird looks all morning. By the time lunch comes, I’m sick of him giving me crazy eyes, and I decide to call him on it. Only, before I get the chance, he walks toward me and grabs hold of my bicep, dragging me along with him as he goes.

  “What the hell, Wayne? Let me go,” I demand. Then, I see Hux has caught sight of us, and the look on his face speaks of the violence that’s about to go down if I don’t immediately defuse this situation. Hux is still far enough away that I have a chance to deal with it before he reaches us.

  Yanking my arm out of Wayne’s firm grasp, I glare at him. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I say as I shove his chest.

  He tilts his head, and the calculating gleam in his eyes freaks me out. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? What? You feel sorry for the kid that not even a mother could love? Is that it? You fell for his sob-story bullshit?”

  He’s walked me back into a corner, and I can’t see Hux anymore. Hell, I can’t see anyone behind Wayne’s big frame as he hovers over me. I don’t let him know how his words are affecting me. Instead, I steel myself and clench my teeth. “Fuck you,” I seethe. “Not every girl wants you. Deal with it.”

  A humorless laugh bubbles up his throat. “Yeah, they do. Well, all except you. I can have any girl I want. And here you are, pretending you don’t want me. I’m over your hard-to-get act, Eliza.”

  I snort so loud at his audacity that he rears back. “Hard to get? You are deluded, Wayne. I humor you. That’s it. I didn’t want to bruise that ego of yours, but now I can see it really wouldn’t hurt. You need to be taken down a peg or two.”

  “So, you’ve been playing me? You’re a dirty little slut. I bet you’ve been playing me and fucking him this whole time,” he says, disgust dripping from his tone.

  And with that, I lose my shit. My knee slams into his balls so hard I’m sure I’ve just lodged his testicles back up inside his arrogant body.

  Wayne drops to the ground at my feet. His face is red as tears pour from his eyes and he gasps for breath. “Fu-ck-ing b-it-ch,” he stutters.

  I step over him and begin walking away. Then, I change my mind and go back to his prone form curled into the fetal position. At least twenty bystanders are gawking as I crouch beside his head. “Don’t speak to me ever again,” I tell him then add, “You’ll be lucky if another girl touches you again after this.”

  Everyone around us is so focused on Wayne that they don’t even notice when I walk past Hux, who was leaning against a nearby building, grinning at me, and take his hand. I tug him into an empty classroom behind me.

  As soon as the door closes, his hands are on my hips, spinning me around in his arms until I’m pressed against his hard body. “You just got even hotter.” He grins as he drops his head and takes my mouth in a feral kiss.

  My hands slide up into his messy hair and grab hold as he hoists me up his hips, and my legs wrap around his waist. Then, he slams me against the door, and I can feel how turned on he is. “You like it when I get violent, huh?” I smirk as I grind down against him.

  One of his hands slides under my skirt, and he traces the edge of my panty line. “You have no idea how much,” he says as his thumb presses against my clit over my underwear and starts circling.

  “Oh, I think I do.” I smile, and his thumb stops circling. “Why’d you stop?”

  He’s staring at me, and my smile fades.

  “Don’t do that,” he says. “I love that smile. That smile is mine, all mine.” Then, he licks my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Two fingers slip inside my panties and inside of me, pumping in and out then swirling around my G-spot.

  Hux swallows up my moans as I get closer and closer to coming on his hand. “Hux,” I pant between kisses.

  “That’s it, El. Come for me,” he groans against my mouth.

  And I do.

  She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, inside and out. But seeing her take Wayne to the ground, she became the hottest thing I’d ever seen too.

  This girl… I will never find another like her. Not in this lifetime.

  I wanted to fuck her in that classroom today. But that would have been totally irresponsible. Not that fingering her was much different. She makes the same sexy noises with my fingers inside her as she does when it’s my dick.

  Now I’m shoveling out a new garden bed with sweat dripping down my back, and instead of focusing on the task at hand, I’m thinking about Eliza’s sweet little body. Digging the shovel in, I lean against it and try to get my head straight before I screw up the dimensions.

  “You alright?” Johnno asks me.

  I lift my face to see him. “Yeah, I’m good. Just distracted.”

  He grins and nods. “Distracted by that sweet little piece waiting over by the curb?” he asks, bouncing his brows like an idiot.

  I chuckle. “Yeah.”

  “Good. I’m glad to see you acting like a normal teenager for once in your life. I haven’t seen you smile this much in all the years I’ve known you. It suits you,” he tells me with a wink then says, “Go. You can finish this up tomorrow.”

  “You sure?” I ask, not wanting to run out on a job half done.

  “Yes, now fuck off.” He waves me away and goes to chew out his other laborers who haven’t been pulling their weight.

  I’m filthy, but I’ve stopped worrying about dirtying up Eliza’s car as much as I used to. She always has a towel over my seat waiting for me. And we’re never in it long anyway.

  Swinging open my door, I greet her as I throw my pack on the floor. “Hey, princess,” I say then lean over to kiss her cheek.

  She beams at me. “Hey, lover,” she says, then she bursts out laughing.

  I roll my eyes. “You’re a regular comedian.” But my smile takes the bite out of my words.

  She’s still laughing when she pulls away from the curb.

  It’s moments like this that I’ll miss the most. When Eliza is smiling and carefree. When we’re just enjoying being in each other’s company and the thought of leaving her is as far from my mind as it can be. I reach over and rest my hand on her thigh as she drives. Contentment fills my chest for the briefest of moments, because this right here is another one of those rare moments of beauty.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My attempts at studying for my final exams are not going well. Especially since Eliza volunteered to be my study partner. I can’t focus for shit when she’s near me.

  “This isn’t working,” I groan.

  She lifts her eyes to mine. “What? What’s wrong? Am I asking the wrong questions?”

  I shake my head. “No, the questions are right, but I can’t think straight with you sitting there looking all beautiful and shit.”

  Her face lights up. “I have an idea!”

  I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Yeah, what’s that?”

  She clears her throat and straightens her shoulders. “Every answer you get right, I’ll remove an item of clothing.” Her eyes are shining with mischief and lust.

  I’m about to tell her that it’s a stupid idea when I realize she might actually be onto something. “Alright, I’m game,” I tell her, and she claps excitedly. I shake my head. “You’re such a kinky little thing.” I chuckle.

  Nodding, she moves around in front of me until she’s sitting with her legs folded beneath her, and my study guide is in her lap. “Okay, first question. Clay soil forms a fairly effective barrier against the movements of water. It also swells and shrinks significantly as its water content changes. Sandy soil, in contrast, allows water to move freely and does not change shape as the water content varies. In which statement is the appropriate soil selected for its intended site?

  Clay soil would work well in a drain field.

&
nbsp; Clay soil would be a good foundation for a large building.

  Clay soil would form a good liner if a person built a pond.

  A sandy lake bottom would prevent water from seeping out of the lake.”

  She’s looking at me, waiting for my answer, and I frown. “That’s the question? Seriously? That’s easy—C, obviously.”

  Eliza grins and takes the hem of her shirt in her hands and pulls it over her head. “Next!” she says while flicking the pages to find a different question. “Okay, a cook decides to recover some table salt that has been completely dissolved in water. Which of the following processes would be the most effective method of extracting salt from the solution?

  Spinning the solution in a mixer.

  Boiling away the water.

  Pouring the solution through cloth.

  Dripping the solution through a paper filter. Or,

  Bubbling oxygen through the solution.”

  Rolling my eyes, I answer. “B. Spinning would do nothing, dissolved salt would go straight through a cloth or a paper filter, and bubbling oxygen through it wouldn’t do a damn thing,” I say.

  “Well, aren’t we a smartass,” she says with a smirk.

  I waggle my brows. “Only when it comes to getting you naked.” I grin, and she removes her sneakers and socks, making me frown.

  She laughs. “I don’t have much to remove. You’re lucky I counted the shoes and socks as one question not four.”

  By the time she’s down to her bra and panties, I’m done with studying for today—unless it’s studying her body. I lean forward and take the book out of her hands and place it on top of my pack then pull my camera out. “Don’t move,” I instruct, and she raises a brow.

  “Who’s the kinky one now?” she teases.

  I swallow hard as I focus my lens on her. Everything about her is made for me. Her waist that my palms fit around perfectly, her eyes that shine only for me, her lips that call to me even without words, and her heart that is so pure it could love a waste of space like me.