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NINETEEN

ELI

I’m addicted to the taste of Becca’s mouth. Who knew it was possible to fall in love with something you hate?

Her mouth, that is. Not her. I don’t think I’ve truly ever hated her.

Becca never knows when to shut the hell up, but every barb she throws is fuel on the fire, making my temper rage until I snap, wanting to fuck the attitude out of her.

She’s judgmental. Crass. Off-limits. And I want her in spite of all that. Hell, probably because of it. She calls to the deepest parts of me, pulling out the pieces that no one else can touch.

My hands reach down to grab her ass as my tongue tangles with hers. Her lithe body rubs against me in the most delicious way, and my hips involuntarily thrust, begging for more friction.

“We should stop,” she mumbles against my lips.

My fingers grip tighter, anchoring her to me. “Probably.”

One hand slides up her back, teasing the hem of her shirt. I’d like to take my time but the raw need I feel drives me into a frenzy. I break our kiss, tearing the fabric over her head and tossing it to the side, and heat floods through me when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra.

Goddamn.

My eyes are greedy for her flesh, my mouth watering at the sight of her exposed for me, and as much as I’d like to pretend this thing happening between us is purely physical, the way her stare reaches into my chest and squeezes proves otherwise. She grasps the top of my pants, dropping onto the lounge chair and leaning back, pulling me with her until my body hovers above hers.

My mind is racing as fast as my heart, lost in the chaos of everything I want to do to her.

I lean down because I can’t stand the thought of not touching her for another second, of not tasting her again now that I have, and my mouth molds to hers, drinking in the hint of wine on her tongue and the headiness of her breath. Groaning, I break the kiss to trail my lips along her jaw, down her neck, until I make it to the pink of her nipples.

My fingers tease them into peaks. “Gorgeous.”

“You gonna keep talkin’, or are you gonna show your appreciation?” She arches, her breast grazing back and forth torturously against my mouth.

I smirk against her skin. “Cute.”

She pushes harder, her nipple breaking past the seam of my lips. I open wider and suck, my tongue swirling around the pebbled bud, enjoying the way it stiffens. She moans, the sound a straight shot to my dick, making it jerk and swell, straining for some relief.

I could stay right here all night and be satisfied, but I want more, so with one last swipe of my tongue, I release her breast, working my way down farther, my hands grabbing at every inch of skin I can touch.

There’s a chill in the air, but I’ve surrendered to our heat.

She bucks against me and mewls. My grip shoots up to her stomach, pinning her in place with my forearm until she can’t move from where she’s leaned back against the lounger.

I tsk. “Patience, baby girl.”

Her eyes blaze as she stares down at me, but she sucks in her lips and doesn’t argue.

With my free hand, I slide my palm down the expanse of her toned stomach and unbutton her pants. She lifts her hips as I slide the jeans off her legs, exposing her perfect flesh to me one sinful inch at a time. Her underwear follows shortly after until she’s completely naked, laid out on my deck.

The pounding of my heart drowns out the crash of waves against the shore, and I stare at her, mesmerized by the vision.

I slap the inside of her thigh, and they spread farther apart—dutifully, opening up until I see the perfect pink of her pussy glistening with arousal. For me. Because of me. I suck in a breath, ripping my shirt over my head and leaning back over her.

“Eli,” she breathes.

The side of my mouth lifts and I say, “Begging for me already, Rebecca?”

She huffs out a breath, her cheeks rosy and her hand slipping between the apex of her legs, daring to touch what’s mine. I smack her hand out of the way. “Baby girl, you can touch me all you want, but this. ” I slide my fingers over her mound, her wetness coating my fingers. “This is all mine.”

She scoffs. “You don’t own my pussy.”

“I look forward to proving you wrong.” My fingers slip inside her, my thumb pressing against her engorged clit. She gasps, her head slamming against the lounger. I lean in, licking the shell of her ear. “Let me show you how good I am to my belongings.”

Dipping down, my mouth replaces my thumb on her clit, sucking to the rhythm of my fingers pumping inside her. A gush of liquid coats my hand, her walls clenching around me.

Fingers dive into my hair, twisting around the roots and sending a shiver down my spine when she pulls. My cock throbs, and I draw back.

She grips my strands tighter. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.”

“I want you to come on my dick, not my face.” I sit back, the clang of my belt buckle ringing through the silence. The heaviness of her stare makes me dizzy, and my stomach clenches with want.

I push my pants and boxers down in one motion, my cock bobbing free, stiff as hell and leaking at the promise of sinking inside her.

Her legs wrap around my hips immediately, and I line myself up and slide into her, inch by devastating inch, my eyes rolling at the feeling.

She moans, lifting her pelvis to drag me in farther. Heat rises in my chest and tightens my throat. How the hell does she feel this good?

My hips pull back. Her body follows mine like she can’t bear the thought of us not touching, and I thrust back in, working up a rhythm . Her fingernails dig into my skin, and tingles prickle down my spine from the sting.

“Tell me how good it feels,” I demand.

“So—so good. I need?—”

“I know what you need, baby girl.” My hand slides along her torso, between her breasts, past her collarbone, and around the back of her head, gripping her curls in my hand and pulling, hard.

She moans, her back arching and pussy quivering around me—I knew she’d like it rough. My chest rubs against hers as I move, frissons of electricity lancing through my veins.

“Whose pussy is this?” I rasp out.

Her eyes snap to mine, a glint passing through them. My fist tightens around her hair, my other hand angling her hips so I can drive in deeper.

She shakes her head, and my touch jumps from her side to her jaw until I’m gripping it tightly. “Say it.”

I enunciate my words with a sharp thrust, hitting her so deep our pelvises smack together.

“Yours,” she gasps.

Lightning scorches through me, her obedience making every part of me tense up until I’m on the edge of exploding, but I hold off, wanting to feel her come undone around me before I let go. I plunge back inside, seating my cock as deep as it will go, our hips flush, and then I grind against her, giving her the friction I know she craves. When I move back, I glance down, seeing my length glisten from her arousal.

I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, fuck, Eli, do that again.” Her hands reach down and grasp my ass, urging me to slip back into her as she rubs against my groin, getting herself off on my dick.

Fuck , I take it back— that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Her body tenses, legs tightening and breaths wavering. I tug on her hair again, baring her neck as her body conforms to my pull.

I lean down, whispering in her ear. “Be a good girl and give it to me, Rebecca.”

She does.

She screams, the sound harsh against the calm of the sea. Her pussy tightens around me, and the intensity of it makes me lose the hold on my control. My balls draw up and my cock lengthens. I speed up my thrusts, drawing out her orgasm and chasing my own.

Heat coils low in my gut, spiraling up and bursting through me. I pull out and stroke myself, groaning deep as I paint her body with my pleasure, my vision burning white from the ecstasy.

I’m panting above her, my dick still in my hand and stars dotting my vision when she takes a finger and drags it through the mess, sucking my cum into her mouth. Christ.

She’s perfect.

Laughing, I shake my head, perspiration beading at my temples and satisfaction running through my veins. I pick up my shirt from the ground and run it over her skin, cleaning her up.

She doesn’t say a word, and neither do I, afraid to ruin the moment.

Scooping her into my arms, I walk us inside and take her straight to my room, plopping her on my bed. She giggles, and I lie down next to her, smiling.

The beat of my lonely heart strengthens, battering against my chest, urging me to lay it at her feet, hoping she picks it up and keeps it forever.