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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

AMELIA

E lliot tosses me on the bed, and I laugh again as I land on the mattress with a bounce.

He stands over me, his eyes on mine as he pushes his sweatpants down, and then I’m not laughing anymore as the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen springs up, long and hard and glistening at the tip.

He gives it a long, slow tug, hissing as he rolls his hand over the head, and I just came five minutes ago, but arousal is already buzzing between my legs.

“Jesus, Ames. You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to come again before I even get inside you. And I really, really want to be inside you. With the way you squeezed my fingers, I already know that perfect pussy going to feel amazing around my cock.”

I smirk at him. “Such a dirty mouth on you, Professor Wyles.”

“Shit,” he mutters, as his cock jerks against his stomach.

My smirk turns to a full-blown grin. “Have a little professor/student kink there, El?”

He chuckles, even as his eyes go dark. “In all my years of teaching, I can honestly say I never have before, but with you, I seem to be doing a lot of things for the first time.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

His eyes flash and he stalks towards the bed, crawling onto it and hovering over me on all fours, his eyes locked with mine.

“Very.” He leans down and kisses me, slow and deep.

“Very.” Another kiss. “Lucky.” He seals his mouth over mine, our tongues tangling as I taste the lingering flavors of our joint releases, and it sends another bolt of arousal straight through me.

Elliot’s chuckle against my lips is the last thing I would expect, but when he raises his head, his eyes are full of both amusement and heat. “Sorry. It’s just that now all I can think about is locking the door to my office and doing very, very bad things to you on top of my desk.”

Okay, well, now that’s all I can think about too, and the visual is too hot for words. I’ve always liked sex, but judging from the last half hour, sex with Elliot Wyles is going to be a religious experience. “How about you do some more very, very bad things to me right here first?”

“Count on it, Mystery Girl.”

We lock eyes and I reach up, laying a hand over his heart. “That’s a pretty fast heartbeat, El.”

He takes my other hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing kisses to my knuckles.

“I can’t help it. I’m fucking desperate for you, Amelia.

The way I feel about you?” He breaks off, shaking his head.

“I don’t understand it. I can’t make it make sense.

It feels crazy, a little terrifying, for there to be so much in me for you, so fast.” He stops talking again and blows out a breath. “Does that freak you out?”

I smile, running the hand on his heart down his torso, my fingers brushing his cock before I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, loving the way his eyes go dark and a little feral, his whimper a shot straight to my clit.

“It probably should. If it was anyone else, it probably would. But for some reason, with you, crazy feels exactly right. There’s something here, El. Some big something here.”

He sucks in a breath at my words, the same words he gave me on the plane six months ago. It was true then and it’s true now. Dipping his head, Elliot kisses me like I’m the answer to all of his questions. It’s slow and deep, and then it’s fierce and frenzied.

I reach down and grab his ass, yanking him down on top of me, and he breaks the kiss, dragging his tongue and teeth over my neck, licking and sucking at every spot that makes me gasp and moan, knowing exactly where to touch me to drive me wild.

And when he reaches down and swipes through my slit, pushing two fingers back inside me, I groan, lifting my hips to chase the fullness I’m already addicted to.

“That’s right, baby,” Elliot rasps, leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “You’re such a good fucking girl, making this perfect pussy flutter around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.”

“How about we do that right now?” I gasp out as he pushes a third finger inside me, curling them up and hitting a spot that makes my legs go weak.

“We’ll get there,” he says, rolling his thumb over my clit in a way that has black spots dotting my vision, pressure building so fast and fierce that a whimper falls from my mouth as my hips rise and fall to meet his hand.

“Fuck, El, I’m gonna…” That’s as far as I get before the orgasm swamps me, pleasure unfurling, blood pounding in my ears and my breaths coming in fast pants.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters as he works me through it with slow strokes of his very talented fingers.

When I collapse back against the bed, he pulls his fingers out of me and sits back on his knees, running the fingers wet with my release over the head of his cock, collecting the precum there. Then he brings his fingers to my mouth.

“Open,” he orders, pressing his fingers into my mouth when I obey.

“Suck.” I close my lips around him. Our combined flavors explode on my tongue and it’s fucking filthy. It’s also the hottest moment of my entire life, especially when I swirl my tongue around his fingers and his eyes flash, pupils blown wide as he watches me.

“Amelia,” he rasps, as I drag my teeth over the pads of his fingers. “I’m, like, two seconds away from losing it again all over your stomach and these very, very pretty tits. You’re a fucking dream, and I need to be inside you. Right now.”

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I smirk up at him with a bravado that is rapidly diminishing when stacked against the towering need I feel to have him inside me, his cock stretching me out and his body pressed against me. “What happened to, we’ll get there ?”

He smiles, leaning down and pressing kisses to my neck, my collarbone, the spot behind my ear that drives me insane. “I underestimated how amazing it would feel to have you all spread out for me, your perfect pussy just waiting for me to fill it.”

I grip his hair, bringing his head up so his eyes meet mine. “So, fill me up, El. Make me yours.”

He groans, covering my body with his, kissing me deeply while he drags his cock through my slit, coating himself in me. I cry out when he rolls his hips, his hard cock grinding over my clit in the most delicious rhythm. “Should I get a condom?” he murmurs against my lips.

“I have an IUD,” I gasp out as he rolls his hips over me again. “And it’s been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve been with anyone. I’m good without one.”

I look up as his eyes flash. “I’ve been tested and baby, there is nothing I want more than to slide inside you with nothing between us. Are you sure?”

I lift a hand to cup his cheek, rocking my hips up into his. “So, so sure. Anything between us feels wrong. Get inside me, El. Please.”

“Anything. Everything,” he murmurs as he shifts his hips, notching himself at my entrance, pushing inside me slowly, so, so slowly I feel him everywhere.

“Oh, my god,” I moan, wrapping my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back as he bottoms out inside me. I’m so full I feel him everywhere.

“Goddamn, Amelia. Your perfect pussy is squeezing me so tightly. So fucking perfect. Like you were made just for me.”

“Maybe I was,” I grit out as he slides an arm under my back and starts to move in long, slow strokes that light up my entire body and have a kernel of emotion lodging in my throat, this moment of joining overwhelming and perfect and so right I can’t do anything but keep my eyes on his, holding on for the ride as I start to climb.

“Fucking right, you were,” he rasps, tilting his hips to grind against my clit, hitting me perfectly. “You are stunning. Gorgeous. So pretty, taking my cock so well.”

The combination of filthy and sweet words spilling from his mouth as he moves has pleasure swimming in my veins as I wrap myself tighter around him, meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust. Each rock of his hips, touch of his lips to my forehead, cheeks, neck, anywhere he can reach, fills a part of me I didn’t realize was empty, gives me back something I didn’t know was missing until I am more myself than I have ever been, with him over me, inside me, all around me.

“Amelia,” he moans out, my name a plea and a prayer on his lips.

“Are you close, baby? I’m so fucking close, but you’re coming with me.

Please come with me.” His hair falls over his face and sweat drips down his forehead, his jaw clenched in concentration and the effort of holding back his own pleasure.

He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

“I’m close. So, so close. Please don’t stop,” I murmur, pulling his head down and bringing our mouths together in a wet, hot kiss that ends on a moan when he slides his hands under my ass, holding me against him as he speeds up his thrusts, angling his hips to hit me exactly where I need him.

“Oh, my god, yes. I’m right there, El. You feel so good.”

“Jesus, Amelia,” he rasps out. “This is so good. So fucking good. Nothing has ever felt as good as this. Come, baby. Right now. Please. I’m desperate to feel it. You make me desperate.”

He snaps his hips forward and snakes a hand between our bodies, rolling his thumb over my clit. “Fuck yes,” I cry out as I come entirely undone around him, pulsing pleasure rolling up my spine and unfurling through my limbs, wave after wave rising and falling in an orgasm that goes on and on.

“Amelia,” he groans as his cock swells inside me, his hips jerking and legs shaking as he unleashes, filling me up with pulse after pulse of hot cum as he rocks his hips, working us both through our orgasms until we collapse in a heap of tangled sweaty limbs, rough, panting breaths and thundering hearts.

“Holy. Fuck,” Elliot manages, his body draped over mine. I run my fingers through his damp hair, loving the weight of him on top of me.

“Yes. That.” I gasp out as I try and get my breathing under control. “I saw god. She was pleased.”

Elliot huffs out a laugh and lifts his head, his amused eyes meeting mine. “Not god, baby. Just us. We’re fire together. I knew we would be.”

“That was even better than I imagined, and I imagined quite a lot.” The words are out before I realize I’m saying them and I slap my hand over my mouth, groaning.

Elliot props himself up on an elbow, grinning down at me. “You imagined us together?”

I roll my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to know that.”

“Oh, but now I do know it, and I can’t unknow it. Tell me, Mystery Girl. What exactly did you imagine? Give me all the details—the dirtier the better.”

I narrow my eyes at him and bite my cheek to keep from smiling. “No.”

He leans down and kisses my neck. “Would it change your mind if I told you I fucked my fist a thousand times over the last six months thinking of the gorgeous, brown eyed mystery woman I met on a plane? Or that I dreamed of you while I slept and woke up hard and already leaking for the girl I didn’t even know but who was already a part of me? ”

I feel my face heat at the intensity in his gaze and the sudden urge to give him back some of what he gave me. “I dreamed of you, too. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.”

Elliot rolls us so I’m sprawled on top of him and cups my face in both of his hands. “I don’t understand it either. I’ve never felt anything like this. But I know it feels right, and I don’t want to let you go.”

I lean down and press a kiss to his sternum. “I don’t want to let you go either. Except maybe for a minute right now so you can go find those snacks you were on your way to find before we got…sidetracked. I’m starving.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Your wish is absolutely my command.” He rolls us to the side and gets up from the bed, strolling to the door, turning back to me just before he reaches it.

“Oh, and don’t think I forgot about that whole app thing.

The best sex of my life may have distracted me for a minute, but my memory is impeccable. ”

“Ugh, I thought you forgot.”

“Never.” He tosses me a grin and a wink. “Gather your thoughts, Ames. It’s story time.”

“You’re annoying.”

He shrugs, the smile never leaving his face. “Maybe, but I think you like me anyway.”

He saunters out of the room, unbothered by the fact that he’s completely naked. I flop back onto the bed, listening to him rummaging around in the kitchen and chatting with his dog, and I know, without a doubt, that there is not one single part of this man that I don’t like.