by Jenna Reed
“Fuck,” he curses as I do it again, working my mouth up and down his length, sucking and swirling my tongue as best as I can. His fingers thread through my hair and hold me in place.
Red hot need pulses between my thighs, knowing how much he is enjoying this. He thrusts his hips upward, pushing into my mouth, softly at first. There’s resistance behind his thrusts and I sink my nails into his thighs while looking up at him, urging him to take my throat like he wants. It’s dirty, reckless as hell, and beyond fucking hot. My pussy throbs so much I think I’ll come apart as soon as he touches my clit.
Through hooded eyes, he watches me, slamming into me with a ferociousness that’s damn near frightening. I gag, attempting to swallow around his thickness as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Tears rim my eyes and it starts to become hard to breathe through his powerful thrusts, but in this moment, I wouldn’t care if I ever breathed again. Not with his cock in my mouth and the look he has in his eyes right now.
I moan around his cock inside my mouth, and his grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain. My scalp screams as he pulls my mouth from his cock with a suddenness that confuses me. Before I can ask him if I did something wrong, he’s moving off the bed.
“Move up the mattress,” he orders, his voice dripping with sex. I do as he says and crawl on my hands and knees toward the center of the bed. I watch him over my shoulder as he moves behind me, his huge legs caging mine. One of his hands grips onto my hip, his touch is both heaven and hell mixed all in one, bruising, but exhilarating. The other trails up my spine and stops, pressing at the nape of my neck, gripping onto me, and pushing my face into the mattress.
“Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much, Sunflower.”
“Mhm…” I moan, feeling his cock at my drenched entrance. Mercy isn’t something Elijah is going to show me tonight. Tonight, I’ve asked him to no longer be my friend. Tonight, I’ve asked him to fuck me like he wants to fuck me. And God help me, I want him to.
Thrusting into me hard enough to shove the air from my lungs, I grip onto the mattress to hold myself in place. My muscles tighten, a sting of pain courses through my womb at the invasion of his cock.
“Fuck, Sunflower,” Elijah pants behind me, his pace relentless, his hold possessive. His cock is ripping me apart from the inside out and through the pain, pleasure blooms. Like a flower rising up through the cracks in the concrete, pleasure pours into my body. I feel every inch of his cock, every slap of his skin against mine, each finger indentation in my flesh.
Something powerful swells inside of me. It grows, and grows, and grows and I know what’s coming. I can sense it, feel it barreling toward me like a hurricane bracing for the shoreline.
“Oh… Oh…” I cry out, and Elijah swivels his hips, somehow entering me deeper. He presses me harder into the mattress, and I claw at the sheets like a vicious animal.
“Oh yes, Sunflower, milk my cock, squeeze me nice and hard, pretty girl…” Elijah orders through gritted teeth. Spots appear over my vision, and for a moment, I’m suspended in time. My muscles tense, and my legs shake, while my pussy clenches around his length.
“Holy fucking shit,” Elijah groans, still moving in and out of me while I flutter around him. He leans in close, his sweaty chest covering my back. “You’ve ruined me, Bailey,” he whispers into the shell of my ear, blanketing my body with his as his thrusts slow. I push back against him, and he chuckles lightly before pulling out of me all the way. At the loss of his touch, I sag against the mattress, my body a gooey mess of nothing.
With minimal effort, he flips me over onto my back and enters me in one swift movement. This position feels more intimate, like more than friends with benefits, and yet I can’t find it in myself to drop my gaze. I stare into his eyes as he grips onto my hips and thrusts into me like his life depends on it. My hands roam up and down his pecs, clawing at his abs as he brings me full circle all over again.
“I’m going to come… I want you to come with me, Sunflower.” Elijah growls as he leans forward, his hot breath fanning against my cheek. My eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel something rub against my clit. The pleasure inside me becomes immense, all-consuming, it’s racing through me, burning as hot as the sun.
“Come, come now, Sunflower, come all over my cock,” he orders, and just like that, like he holds some kind of switch over my body, I do. My toes curl, and the air stills in my lungs as I bite at my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.
Aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, as Elijah comes a moment later, his head tipped back, the muscles in his neck and torso taut, his grip bruising, as he fills my cunt with his sticky seed. He stays inside me for a long time, and then pulls away, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
He looks at peace now, the tension in his features is gone, and when I look up at him yawning with sleep in my eyes, I see a small smile tug at his lips.
“You’re probably going to be sore tomorrow.” He grimaces, picking me up and moving me like a doll. I don’t say anything. I’m too tired and still riding the waves of pleasure. And honestly, I don’t care. Tonight was the best, even if facing tomorrow might be the worst.
He crawls into bed beside me and pulls the covers back before shutting the light off.
“You’re okay, right? I know you came two times, but I want to make sure you’re okay.” The softness of his tone washes over me, and I burrow into his chest, the smell of cinnamon and sex filling my nostrils.
“I’m fine.” I yawn into his perfectly sculpted chest. “I’m just tired. I’m not used to this kind of workout.”
Elijah chuckles. “Well, you better get used to it, because after tonight, I’m going to have you as often and as long as I can. Best friends or not, you’re mine, Bailey Marie Renshaw.”
I’m vaguely aware of his statement as my eyelids flutter closed, and a blissful darkness consumes me, shutting off all my thoughts, and pulling me into a deep slumber.
10
Elijah
I don’t remember the last time I woke up with a woman in my arms. I usually leave right after sex or at least before they get up. I don’t want anyone getting attached to me, more importantly, I myself don’t want to get attached. Of course Bailey isn’t just anyone. She’s the exception to the rule, all my rules.
She’s still wrapped around me like a second blanket. Her cheek pressed to my chest, her lips slightly parted, and I’m pretty sure she is drooling a little bit. If it were anyone else, I would be disgusted, but when she does it, it’s just cute. Who am I kidding, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t have their head on my chest or their body wrapped around mine.
Her leg is draped across mine and her smooth thigh is dangerously close to my already hardening cock. I want her again, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I know she’s got to be sore. Images of how I fucked my innocent Sunflower last night enter my head, not helping my raging hard-on one bit. I thought another taste would satisfy my need, curb my appetite for her, but after last night I’ve realized I’ve only increased my appetite for a tiny, chestnut brown-haired girl that owns my motherfucking heart.
For a few minutes, I just lie there, enjoying having her in my arms. After a short while, I decide to get up and make some breakfast, but when I try to carefully move out of the bed, she stirs and blinks her beautiful green eyes open.
“Going somewhere?” she asks sleepily, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She gives me a sideways look and I know she is wondering if I noticed that she was drooling on me.
I can’t hide my grin. “I wasn’t going to leave if that’s what you are insinuating. I only wanted to make us some breakfast… and yes, I know you were slobbering on me all night.”
Her cheeks turn crimson and she sits up clinging to the blanket in front of her chest.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
“Don’t be, it’s cute.”
“Cute?” She raises an eyebrow acting as if I’ve never said something like that about her,
but I can’t even count on my fingers how many times I’ve told her she’s cute or adorable over the years. Then again, the words didn’t mean what they mean now.
“So, breakfast?” I ask, changing the subject to stop any further embarrassment. Plus, I need to get out of this bed before my restraint wears thin and I’m going to jump her again, sore or not.
I roll off the bed and find my boxers on the floor. I slip them on and head to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash my face. When I get back in the bedroom, Bailey is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt and leggings. She’s staring down at her hands as if they hold the answers to all her problems.
“You okay?”
Her head pops up at my question, worry creasing her forehead. “I need to know what you meant last night? I need to know for certain what this is?”
I take a deep breath before walking over to the bed, taking a seat next to her. “I meant what I said. I want you, and I can’t not have you any longer. I love you and I miss you… but… you know I can’t… you know… I can’t settle down,” I stumble over the words like a child. “My mother fucked me up good with that, and I won’t hurt you by getting into a relationship that I know won’t lead anywhere. When it comes to women, I’m fucked in the head, Bailey. I’ve never really talked about my mother with you, but it’s… it wasn’t good.”
Bailey’s features soften. “I don’t think you would hurt me on purpose, but I understand. Maybe one day you can explain to me what happened, and what made you become this way?” She sounds disappointed, and that’s exactly what I didn’t want. Somehow, even after all that I’ve said, she still wants to help me, wants to be my friend.
Fuck, I don’t deserve her.
“You mean the world to me, Bailey, but I’m not going to put a label on us. I don’t want to hurt you and there is a chance that I could. This is the safest option for both of us. We both get sex out of it. You get to experience sex with someone you trust, and I get to feast on every inch of you, but hear me when I tell you this is as far as it will go.” I hate saying these words, but even with Bailey, I can’t see myself moving in, getting married, or having kids. As much as I love her and want her, I can never take those steps. The fear of giving myself to someone, even Bailey, it terrifies me. I would love to try, make an effort but not at the expense of breaking her heart and ruining us further. That’s a weakness I cannot afford, something that’s been ingrained into my head since my mother left right after I was born.
Never fall in love... never give them your heart. You want to end up like your dad? Make better choices… women are used for one thing and one thing only: sex. My father’s words vibrate off the inside of my skull and I hate that even after all this time, I can remember them as if he’s right in front of me speaking them.
“I understand and I know you don’t plan on ever getting married or being a family man and I’m not going to expect you to change any of that for me…but…” She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, and I know something is weighing on her mind. “I do need you to promise me something… that if we do this friends with benefits thing… that you won’t… I don’t want you to sleep with other women.”
My throat clogs with emotion. What the fuck? Yeah, I’m scared of commitment, of an actual relationship, but I’m not a fucking asshole. This isn’t a one-time deal, this is an agreement.
“Oh Sunflower, didn’t you listen to me last night? You ruined me for other women. All I want is you. So yes, I promise, as long as we are doing this, I will not sleep with another woman. And in return, I don’t want to see you with another man. When it comes to sex, it’s just you and me, understand?”
“As long as you don’t step out on me, I won’t step out on you.”
I cock a brow. “As if I could step out on you, Sunflower, do you see how beautiful you are?” Twisting, I grab her by the hips and pull her onto my lap, feeling the need to hold her, to feel her against my skin. As I inhale her sweet scent, the need inside me eases a little.
“Really?” she squeaks, her hands pushing against my bare chest. “You can’t just pick me up like I weigh nothing and move me whenever you want me.”
“But I can…” I wiggle my eyebrows. Her eyes flicker to my lips and I see the arousal start to paint her features, and I’ll bet if I put my fingers inside her right now I would find her cunt drenched, willing, and waiting to be filled.
Then as if she was in nothing more than a trance, her eyes snapped back up to mine. “We need to establish some ground rules.” She wiggles on my lap as if she’s trying to get away and I grip onto her hips harder to stop her from moving.
“Stop wiggling, Sunflower, my patience is paper thin, my appetite for you endless, so unless you want me to take you across the couch, while you scream my name, I suggest you stop.” Her doe eyes widen and her movements halt.
“We cannot do this… where you hold me in your arms. That’s not… that’s not what friends with benefits do.” With a flustered expression, she presses against my chest once more, but I’m like a bull, and if Bailey has learned anything in all the years of our friendship, I’m one incredibly stubborn and two, built like a brick shit house.
“How would you know what friends with benefits do? We both know you’ve never done this before.” I smirk. “So, I’ll hold you in my arms if I damn well please... I’ll also kiss you and fuck you. Basically, I’ll do whatever I want with you because you’re mine.”
My response surprises even me, but it’s not like it’s not true.
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t say things like that either. We need some ground rules, like, for instance, no falling in love.” And just like acid rain pouring down on me, the sudden seriousness of it all hits me.
“Easy. Just because I want to cuddle doesn’t mean I’m falling in love. And what about you, Miss Jealous Pants... how about no jealousy?” I watch her tiny little jaw tighten. She’s so fucking adorable. Lifting a hand, I brush my thumb against the tight muscles.
“Fine, no jealousy, but that shouldn’t be hard to do since we both agreed to seeing no one else while we do this.” I don’t miss the bitterness to her tone, and I chuckle softly, which only earns me a dirty look.
“Okay, and lastly... no strings.”
“No strings?” She cocks a thick brown brow. “I’m not into BDSM, Elijah. Like what we did last night was great, but you aren’t going to tie me up or anything. That Fifty Shades of Grey might be your kink, but it’s definitely not mine.”
Laughter bursts from behind my lips and my entire body shakes with it, which in turn causes her to grind into my still hard cock. Fuck, her response is so innocent and so fucking hilarious. When I finally stop laughing and get the courage to look up at her again, I correct her.
“Not BDSM, Sunflower. I meant no strings. When we end this, we walk away without any regret, fear, or anger, no emotion whatsoever.”
Two round splotches of pink form on her cheeks. “Oh, well in that case, yes. No strings. When this is over, we go back to being friends. We pretend like nothing ever happened.”
Her voice is strong, but her face gives her away. I can tell it’s hard for her to say, and I understand because it’s hard for me to agree to as well, but this is how it has to be if we want each other. I’ll give her whatever parts of myself I can…. So long as we don’t cross that line, the one that pulls us from friends with benefits into lovers.
“Then we have a deal.” I wink, and place both hands on her cheeks, pulling her into my face for a kiss. When my lips press against hers, the entire world fades away. I pretend for a moment that I’m not insecure, not afraid of falling in love. I pretend like she is mine, and I am hers, and we have the chance of living a happily ever after.
When the kiss ends, I realize there isn’t any point in pretending. Nothing has changed and I will never be the man that gets the girl. She’ll never be anything more than the girl I sleep with all while wishing she was completely fucking mine.
11
> Bailey
“So you just agreed on a friends with benefits relationship?” Erin’s question rings out through the speakers of my car.
“Yeah. Our friendship has been strained, and after having sex, it seemed like it went back to normal. Almost like we’ve found some kind of balance.” That was the truth, sex seemed to help both of us.
“Is that what you want? I know you’ve loved him since we were kids.” Hearing the worry in her tone astonishes me. She’s the one that pushed for me to do this, said it was a good idea, said that if I wanted to move on, I should at least give sex with him a try, and now she was worried about what was going to come of it.
“I’m fine with it. All I want is to be able to have some type of relationship with him, and if the physical one is all he can give me right now, then I’ll take it. It’s not like I’m not enjoying it.” Sex with Elijah is, well, all I’m going to say is that he knows what he is doing. He always makes sure I come first, always. We’ve had sex every single night for the last week. It’s intense and I feel it in my muscles and core with each step I take.
Erin laughs. “Of course you’re enjoying it, it’s sex. But will your heart thank you when you’re done? The man’s made it clear he’s not going to give you a ring or move in with you. I just want you to remember that this is not going to go anywhere.”
The sting of her words can’t be missed. “We’re friends that happen to be screwing, so what? We made a deal, and when this is over, we’ll pretend like it never happened.”
My response causes Erin to snort. “Because it’s totally that easy, right? Because you aren’t currently planning a wedding, and what you’ll name your babies, right?”
“Stop,” I growl, my heart feeling as if it’s being kicked by her words. I know I can’t have Elijah in any other way than a friend, but I can experience his touch, feel his love, even if he doesn’t want to admit that he feels it. He claims we’re friends with benefits, but then he treats me differently, like holding me after sex, cuddling me, feeding me, doing things that are very couple-like even though he claims and refuses to put a brand on us.
