Fighting against a low groan, he bit hard into his bottom lip. As he looked down at me, his eyes mere slits, I could still see the palpable emotion in his eyes. His sensuality was so strong, it manifested into a scorching heat that made me perspire. My actions were no longer solely about manipulation. My reasons were simple; I wanted to make him come, hard.
Moving my hands above his behind, I grabbed the waistband and slid his boxer-briefs down his legs. His erection popped free, throbbing as it stood curved and horizontal. My lips grazed just underneath the shaft, pulling it to repeatedly pulse and drip. Squeezing the end of his cock in my fist, I rubbed the droplet of moisture on the head of his penis with my thumb, making him tremble in response to my touch.
The moment I opened my mouth to take his thick, long, tan cock between my lips, he grasped the back of my head and tugged me back harshly. "Placating me by sticking my cock in your mouth? Were you a whore before you met me, Hanley? Because you definitely weren't a virgin.”
Blinking up at him, stunned, I didn't know what to say. My right hand twitched to do what I wanted to do to him earlier. I was too stuck on confusion to act rashly. What kind of game is he playing?
"I don't care what you did before you met me, only what you do when you're with me. Don't ever put on an act with me again, understood?"
To distract him, I tried to place my hands on his hardness and stroke him. Sloping forward, he grabbed both of my hands in his one hand, restraining me painfully and pinned my hands down on the top of my head.
“You’re doing it again, and it’s doing the complete opposite of what you hoped it would.”
“But I thought this was what you wanted.”
“Did you? You think my brain works that way? I am not a simple man, minha querida.” His grasp firmed until it bit into the skin on my wrists. “I’m insulted you think I am.”
Stifling a grimace, I mashed my lips together.
He strengthened the hold on my wrists until I whimpered.
“It's odd," he surmised, a smile twitching from the corner of his mouth while he stared down at me, "on the one hand you behave like you're mildly disinterested, and on the other you do things to make me think you're so into me you'll do and say anything to be with me." He crouched down to meet my eye level. "Can you explain that to me?"
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I said, attempting to pacify him. “It just—”
He shook his head, the look in his eyes halting me from stating my case. “Stop pretending to be something you’re not, because I can tell when you’re being the real you and when you’re playing the part of a woman you think I’d like.” Releasing my hands, he made me stand by pulling me up by my hair. He moved forward and with his feet, pushed my feet apart until they shifted across the floor and stood a fair distance apart.
With his hand still pulling my hair, his free hand reached down to yank up my skirt. His lips narrowed as he stared at the side of my hip. “How did that happen?” He released his fingers from my hair to examine my hip further.
Wincing at the touch of his fingers against a sore spot on my hip bone, I looked down at the dark purple bruise. “I fell.”
“It looks as though you were pushed by someone who caused you to fall.”
“Elias—”
He grasped my chin tautly, warning me against committing another misstep. He had begun to crack through my deceptive practices, and that concerned me more than anything.
“A friend of Skylar’s at the party,” I blurted out.
Stepping backward, he held up his hand and retrieved his phone from the table. “Don’t ask questions about this, unless you want the night to end on a sour note.”
The air became thick with silence as he busied himself on his phone, corresponding with someone through an exchange of text messages.
The sight of him naked in my room while looking furious threw my body and mind into confusion. Standing as still as I could, I tried to keep my eyes off his erection; it never once waned.
A few minutes later, he put his phone down on the table by my bed. With a grin he approached me, pushing me against the opposite wall. His lips scraped against my neck. “Now…where were we?” His hands were underneath my skirt and quickly delved under the lace fabric of my panties.
I jumped at the touch of his gentle fingers, massaging my sex, devoid of hair thanks to a recent wax.
“You’ve just made it up to me, so I’m going to give you a choice. Either you continue to do what you were so eager to do earlier”—his wet fingers began to circle my clit in an agonizing way—“or I can make your father bang on the door and wonder if you’re having a nightmare, because your screams will be deafening."
"Y-you're going to hurt me?" I asked in a whisper.
He quirked a brow and held me firmer. “No. I’m going to lick, suck, and tongue fuck your pussy and make you come until I’m tired of making you come. Does that sound like I want to hurt you?”
He slid his finger up and down my slit, coercing moisture to coat his fingers. Leaning forward, he clenched my lip between his teeth and sucked hard on the swell. “What do you want, Hanley?”
It was a clever stratagem. The answer would determine his reaction, but not necessarily his action. In trying to gain a checkmate, I tried to think like him. He felt wronged, and as such, wanted me to make things up to him. Asking him to pleasure me could have read as selfish.
“Hanley,” he warned softly.
I pushed down my ego and whispered, “I want to suck your cock. Not to distract you, but because…” I placed my hands on his chest and slid them up the dips and ridges to snake around his neck and settle at the back of his head. With my lips brushing against his, I finished my sentiment, “I want to make you come in my mouth.”
From his pleased expression and the way he released me, I knew my answer was the right one. He lay back on the mattress and beckoned for me with his hand. I crawled on the bed and straddled his lap. I reached up to touch his smooth jaw and ran my palm flat against his sternum. His eyes never left mine, but I could tell my touch churned the fire inside him. His lips parted, his skin began to rise with a heat, and his body trembled just slightly.
I slid my body down as my hand made its way to his belly button and traced the trail of hair leading to barely there raven pubic hair. With both hands, I cupped the base of his shaft. I ran my hands up the length, watching his face as I did. He bit his lip as his eyes grew heavy. His hand slipped over mine, guiding me to cup it tighter and slide my hand up and down at a slower pace.
“Slow it down; I'm not in a rush to come.” He let my hand go and placed his left forearm behind his head. He guided my head with his right hand, watching me through his bedroom eyes.
I opened my mouth wide, allowing the head to disappear inside my mouth. Holding strong to the base, I slid my mouth as far down as I could, allowing my tongue to lie against the flat vein and oscillate around it. His body relaxed underneath me, and he sensuously groaned my name.
I came up slowly, sucking softly. I repeated the action again, keeping my suction soft and the movement of my mouth purposeful. I began to rock my mouth up and down wildly, sucking and slurping at his natural taste and the tinge of precum sliding down my throat.
I worked at a hurried pace, using my hands to grip around him, squeezing him in sudden motions. At the base, I could feel his testicles move, preparing for a hard climax. I cupped them, coaxing them into my hand and ran my thumb along the sensitive vein.
He grabbed my ponytail with a harsh grip and went rigid under me. He growled a curse, his eyes shot open to stare at me.
The back of his head met the pillow beneath him as semi-sweet and tangy cum slid down my throat, making me choke. He quickly sat up and ducked down to tongue-kiss me. Taking me down on the bed, he continued to give me earth-moving kisses as he positioned himself between my legs and kissed me until my lips were sore.
“How did you like it?” I asked, knowing the answer very well.
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nbsp; “You. Were. Phenomenal.” He kissed my forehead, swaying his lips back and forth. “I…want…you.” Reaching down, he slid a finger underneath the crotch of my panties. He adjusted his hips until his hardness was wedged between my underwear and my sex. He began to rock, sliding his cock back and forth against my slit to manipulate my nub.
I pursed my lips together to stifle a moan. My neck craned and my body burned for him.
“You have no idea how hard it was not to remove my cock from your mouth and slide it into your hot, wet cunt." He rocked faster, rubbing his cock against me in a controlled way to drive me wild. "You make it difficult to restrain myself when you have that look in your eyes.” He sucked my bottom lip making me swoon. “Earn it. You can do that by giving me your heart.” The sharp edge of his teeth sank into his bottom lip. He retracted, sliding his erection away from my sex, as he grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide. His hands dipped under the lacy fabric of my underwear and pulled them, shredding the delicate material.
Slipping down my body, his head stopped between my legs. With a strong grip on the back of my thighs, he positioned my knees to bend and pushed my legs up and down until they nearly met either side of my waist. Lazily, his warm wet tongue licked up my slit. The moment he moaned and whispered, “You’re so sweet, Hanley. I love the way your pussy tastes,” I was ready to come. His tongue circled my clit, increasing the pressure as it whirled around in circles.
Balling up my sheets in my hands, I tried my hardest to keep my moans quiet. He pressed his entire mouth against my pussy, sucking hard on my nub and slid a finger inside of me, thrashing in and out with a steady rhythm.
My ability to discreetly climax fell completely apart. Pushing up, he repositioned his body, placing his hand over my mouth. Teasing me, he thrust his tongue inside me and intermittently lapped at my clit. Gripping the back of my thigh strongly in one hand, he pushed down. His eyes nearly smiled as he looked up of the caverns and peaks of my body. He paused for a second, and when the second elapsed, his head moved wildly while he sucked and licked my bundle of nerves.
It shot through me, making my body arc in a stiff manner. The cooling rush relented for a burning fire. I shook hard against the mattress, unable to speak much less think.
“Elias. Oh, fuck…Elias!” My screams were muffled through his hand.
His hand pressed down harder against my mouth, stifling my screams. His mouth continued to work me over, bringing me past the point of oversensitivity.
As the feeling subsided and I was able to catch my breath, he removed his hand from my lips. He slowly brought a hand down across his mouth to remove my arousal. He cast a devious look up at me as he blew a cool stream of air on my pussy.
I squeaked quietly, grabbing the pillow underneath me. My thighs convulsed around his head, threatening to close. Gentle kisses were placed on either of my thighs as he worked his way down. Lifting my legs up in the air he kissed the back of my knees.
Shortly thereafter, he lifted off me and the bed. Grabbing his clothes from the floor, he began to redress.
Pulled out of my post-euphoric state, I sat up and closed my legs. “Can’t you stay and fall asleep with me like last time?”
He didn’t answer as he continued to get dressed. When he was fully clothed, he retrieved his phone from the bed table and checked it.
“Elias?” I stood upright, pulling my skirt down to cover my naked sex.
Too many silent minutes of him texting someone passed. I was beginning to feel like I was in an ocean with no lifeboat.
He finally looked at me, a slow grin pressing across his lips. “Give me what I need from you, and I’ll give you the world, if you want it.”
My legs gave out and I flopped back down on the bed. He sauntered toward me and kissed me briefly on the lips prior to leaving.
After the door shut, I stared at the floor. “Fuck,” I groaned, lurching forward. I rested my head in my palms and rubbed in circles as I tried to alleviate the sudden pounding just behind my brows.
TEN
MY RELATIONSHIP WITH ELIAS had turned hotter, for him, anyway. His cock seemed to have an addiction to being inside my mouth. It at least served one purpose—he trusted me enough to forgo the chauffeur, allowing me to transport myself to and from work with a car he loaned me while mine was in the midst of body work.
It had been two days since I saw or heard from Skylar. She called in sick to work during the shifts we were scheduled to work together.
AFTER WALKING WITH Penelope to the bank deposit box, she took the other entrance, leaving me to exit the main entrance alone.
“Hanley!”
My head snapped to the right, spying Skylar sitting on the edge of the containment wall surrounding the fountain. She stood as she adjusted her sunglasses. Her clothes were a huge departure from what she would’ve normally worn. Today, it was jogging pants several sizes too big for her and a loose-fitting tattered ‘80s hair metal rock band T-shirt. Her hair was gathered up haphazardly into a high ponytail.
“Hey,” I greeted her wryly.
She slipped her sunglasses down her nose, revealing bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils between her heavily kohl rimmed lash-line. Reaching inside her pocket, she retrieved my keys, and tossed them at me.
“Are you all right?” After placing the keys into my handbag, I scanned down her arms, not exactly sure what I was looking for beyond her tattoos.
“Do you really fucking care?”
Matching her scowl, my gaze met hers. “You’re doing a really good job of making it difficult to give a shit.”
“Never mind.” She moved to leave.
“Skylar…wait!” I matched her hurried stride and grabbed her shoulder.
She twirled around, her eyes wide with furor. “What?” she snapped at me.
“I’ve been worried about you.” I dropped my hand, shoving it inside the pocket of my blazer. “You won’t answer my calls or texts. Then, you show up here, I think for me, with an attitude. If you didn’t come here to see me, what is the problem? What is going on with you? What happened to the Skylar I met a few months ago?”
Folding her arms, she waltzed up to me. “Not everyone has a perfect family and a perfect future already in place, with a perfect house and a perfect boyfriend.” Her coral lips, sans lipstick, curled up in displeasure. Her peaches and cream complexion suddenly turned sallow.
“What you’ve said about my life proves how little you know me,” I replied coldly.
“All I know is the house you live in. You have no room to complain. Take my life for twenty-four hours and you’ll see why.”
“How about this.” Taking one large leap forward, I invaded her personal space. Without the heels that had seemed permanently attached to her feet, she barely matched my height. “Take my life for twenty-four hours. You think it’s so fucking pretty? My father went crazy after what happened to my mother and it wasn’t an accident. That’s right, Skylar,” I said to her shocked face, “someone wanted her dead. My mother never loved husband number one, two, three, or four. One? He was hard to love. He beat her. She stayed with him because she thought she needed the money. Her first husband was well off, so she endured his beatings until he died and left her with everything.
“There was always something more important to her than me, my dad, or my sister: her racing career.” I sighed, embarrassed I told her things I never should have. I sank back on the edge of the fountain and dropped my head, feeling defeated and exhausted.
“Jesus, Hanley, I had no idea.” I felt her pressure beside me and her arms around me. Resting her head on my shoulder, she held me tightly. “You hold it all together and act like you’re so…together. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”
I rested my head on the top of hers. “I haven’t told you everything. It gets worse. Don’t assume my life is perfect. It’s never been perfect. I’ve sacrificed the life I wanted and the person I wanted to be for my father. I can’t afford to be any other way.”
She reached
over and took my hand, squeezing it. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to be around you. Your life is just as fucked up as mine.”
“You’re just very bad at dealing with it.”
She lifted her head and squinted at me, a smile twitching from the corner of her mouth. “So are you.”
“Touché.”
She ran her thumb across the back of my hand, staring at the place where we connected. Straightening her spine, she turned her head to survey the row of restaurants across the lot. “Do you want to grab a shake from Sed’s Diner and talk about it?”
“Yes to the diner. No to talking about it. We’re going to talk about you never taking me to a party and leaving me to act irresponsibly again. You’re better than that, Sky, and I think you know it. And another thing—don’t ever send me a picture of a dick in your mouth. It was…disgusting.”
“The cock or the fact that it was in my mouth?”
“Both, actually,” I said with my mouth twisted up in disgust.
She chuckled. “But you like Elias’s, huh? It must be made of diamonds.” Linking her arm in mine, she hurried us along.
ELEVEN
I SPENT MOST OF the day wandering around town. I knew there would be consequences for avoiding Elias on a day he told me not to take my newly fixed car because Jaco would be my transportation. He claimed he had plans for me after I left work. It was an early shift where I arrived at nine and left at three. Instead of indulging Elias, I decided to give myself a self-imposed sabbatical away from him. Every part of me wanted to be with him, but I fought for some semblance of normalcy, a way out of the insanity that was intrigue, desire, and an increasingly problematic obsession.
After discovering where Jaco’s car was parked, waiting to transport me to Elias, I used a different entrance. I walked for miles before taking a bus and letting its route determine where I went.
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