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Elias

A fter a delicious breakfast of waffles, bacon and fruit, where Taylor and I did the dishes, and an amazing turkey dinner, where I ate too much, Taylor and I are back in the kitchen alone. Mom, Dad and Grandma have gone to the nursing home, bringing a plate of food to Grandma’s closest friend. Apparently, according to Grandma, the nursing home food isn’t edible, and Grandma is never to be placed in one.

I watch the sway of Taylor’s hips as she bends down to place a plate in the dishwasher, and my entire being warms. This morning when I walked in on her and Grandma, she was so real, open and honest. So unlike my ex, Cami—not that I ever brought her home. But honestly, it’s so hard to know who to trust. Look at what happened to Ash. His ex, a social media influencer, threw him under the bus to get more likes on her platform and build her followers. Jesus.

“Maybe we can swim later,” Taylor suggests, pulling my thoughts back. “I have never eaten so much in my entire life and I’m pretty sure I need to work it off.”

“Oh, and a swim is your first choice?”

She grins, as I step up to her, pushing against her back as she rinses a plate before putting it into the dishwasher. My cock thickens as I grind against her sweet ass and she moans. “Elias, we have to finish the dishes. What would your parents think if they came home to this mess and we were up in bed?”

“One, they’ll be gone for hours and two, who said anything about a bed?” I grip her hips and grind harder, and her moan of pleasure tells me she wants this as much as I do.

“I didn’t realize you still had my lip chap in your pocket,” she teases.

“Comedian now, are you?”

“I’m here all weekend,” she shoots back. “Actually, my lips are kind of dry. I probably could use a little moisture.”

Jesus.

I turn her around, and she grabs the side sprayer next to the kitchen faucet and holds it out. “What did I say about finishing the dishes?” She has a heated, playful gleam in her eyes.

“You going to cool me down, sweet girl?”

“You’re asking for it.”

“Baby, I’m asking if I can bend you over that kitchen table and put my tongue in you.”

“Oh God,” she moans and as a quiver goes through her, her fingers tighten around the spray and I jump back. “Oh, shoot.”

The sprayer falls from her hands, and it shoots wildly, soaking us both. I sputter and laugh as I try to grab for the damn thing but it’s coiling like a snake ready to strike again. I get it back but can’t turn it off.

“The button,” I sputter. “It’s stuck.” I aim the spray at the sink, and turn the tap off. When I spin around, and find Taylor wiping her face, her joyous laughing filling the room, I know I have to have her. Right now. Right here.

She backs up when I go silent, and she no doubt sees the need on my face. Her fingers grip the table behind her and I stalk toward her. My hands go around her back when I reach her and her gasp of pleasure is like a soft caress to my cock.

“You’re all wet,” I murmur, and lower my mouth, poising it inches from hers.

“You have no idea.”

“I might have some.”

She gulps and I inch back, wanting nothing more than to bend her over that table. “Flip,” I order. Her eyes go wide at my command and a second later, she turns from me, offering me her back. “Bend.”

She bends over the table and flattens her palms. “Like this?” she asks, the heat in her voice, the way she’s wiggling her ass, unleashing something primal in me.

“You want it, Taylor?”

“Do I want what?” she teases and wiggles her ass more. I give it a light slap and her gasp fills the room.

“Careful,” I warn, need welling up in me. I grab the hem of her dress and lift it to expose her pretty backside covered in nothing but thin lace. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Maybe.”

I touch the fabric as something uncoils inside me, my control fraying inch by inch—in ways that make me want to ravage her, instead of taking my time, and touching her with tender care.

I suck in a breath striving for a measure of calm, but what the fuck is a guy to do when she goes up on her tiptoes and spreads her legs? A deep, primal growl escapes my throat.

She glances at me over her shoulder and that’s when I see it. She wants something else from me tonight.

“Answer me. Did you wear these for me or not?”

“Yes, I did. I want you to tear them from my hips, Elias. Because I believe you promised something about putting your tongue inside me. But first, I’d like to get down on my knees and continue with my lessons.” Her dirty words curl around my brain and I nearly pinch myself. This is a fucking fantasy come true. As I begin to tremble with a need I can barely contain, she continues in a not-so-steady voice that lets me know she’s hurting for me as well. Goddammit, I shouldn’t love that as much as I do. “If you want that too, just flip me back over and put me on my knees.”

Holy fucking shit. No woman has ever talked to me like that before, and something about it, something about her honesty and her trust in me fills me, with blind need and teases the last fragments of my control. But I can’t lose it with her. This is Taylor. She’s everything to me. I have to keep it together. I catch the heat in her gaze as she looks at me again. Wait…does she…

Holy shit.

“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say?” I ask, the last of my control packing a bag and heading south.

As though purposely pushing me past my limits, she adds, “I’ll always be a good girl for you, Elias.”

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

I have never ever lost control before, but it’s gone and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do to get it back. But that’s okay. That’s not what this sweet girl wants from me anyway.

I pull her up, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. She moans and turns her head, gifting me with the extended length of her throat. I press hot kisses to her flesh as I cup her breasts, toying with her nipples through the fabric. She pushes back against me, rubbing her sweet ass on my raging cock, and while I’m desperate to push her to her knees, I need to touch her sweet pussy first.

I slide one hand lower, and grip her dress, bunching it in my hand and pulling it up to expose panties. I hold the dress in one hand and with the other I tear the flimsy fabric from her hips. I’m rewarded with a needy moan. After tucking them into my pocket, I slide my hand between her legs, and part her sopping wet nether lips.

Fuck yeah.

I slide a finger inside her and fuck her with zero finesse and she tries to lean forward to brace herself on the table, but I put my arm around her waist and hold her back against my chest. Her heat wraps around my finger and I tug my pants down, settling the long length of my cock between her hot ass cheeks. It’s fucking glorious. Once she’s wet and needy, I pull my finger from her pussy. “Turn.”

A little intake of breath and she spins to face me, and my breath stalls at the heady look on her face, the need in her eyes. I take off my dress shirt and drop it to the floor before I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push down on her shoulders.

Good girl that she is, she goes down, puts her hands on her knees and parts her pretty lips, waiting for me to fuck her mouth. “You’re such a fast learner.”

Her eyes gleam with pride and I take my dick, and without any preamble, I feed it to her. “Suck me, babe.”

She does what I ask, and I close my eyes and move my hips as she takes me into her mouth, her soft mewling sounds vibrating through my body. One hand comes up to cradle my balls while the other grips my shaft and follows the motion of her mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just the way I like it.” I glance down and find her looking at me, and my heart swells. I cup her face. “You are so good at this, sweet girl. So damn good I’m not going to last long and I have to because I need you on that table, with your ass in the air.” She can’t speak with my cock jammed down her throat but her eyes hold all the excitement I need to see.

I pump into her mouth a few more times, and as hard as it is to pull my cock from her sweet mouth, I muster some control and inch back. She whimpers, but it turns to excitement when I lift her and push her back against the table. When she sits on it, I say, “Flip.”

She gasps, and I love our new sexy word, and the meaning it has for us. She flips, and lays across the table like the good girl she is. I lift her dress, and run my hands over the soft swell of her creamy ass.

“You are so perfect, T.”

She whimpers, and, as promised, I drop to my knees, spread her pink pussy and lightly run my tongue over her. She bucks and moves and I can hear her nails scratching at the table. I push a finger into her and she’s so goddamn ready she doesn’t need prep time. Her juices coat my finger and I open my mouth and let her drip on my tongue.

“Elias, please,” she begs, and I stand back up, grip my cock and fall over her back. I lace my hands through hers, and in one fast push, I’m deep inside her, hitting so fast and hard, my cock bangs against her cervix and her entire body quakes.

“I’m so deep, babe.”

“Yes, deep. It’s incredible.”

Some working brain cell forces me to give her a moment to get used to the fullness before I fucking ravage her. But when she wiggles and moves, it’s over. I grip her hips for leverage and pull almost all the way out before slamming back in again. I grunt and groan like an animal taking down its prey and her fingers tighten in mine.

“Yes,” she cries out. “Just like that.”

I pump and grind and give her every thick inch of me, going so deep I nearly bury my balls in her. She takes it all, wants it all, and that fucks me over in the worst way. Like two wild animals in heat we fuck, we fuck like we don’t have a care in the world, like tomorrow or next year doesn’t exist and it’s the most goddam freeing thing I’ve ever felt.

I let one of her hands go, reach down and apply pressure to her clit as my other hand goes to her back, holding her down against the table.

“Ohmigod, yes, Elias.”

I play with her clit, and she tries to move but can’t. Having her like this, knowing how much she likes it so fucking hot, it’s all I can do to hang on. “You want to come for me, sweet girl?”

The words bring on a quiver, and I fuck her harder, faster, my fingers slicking over her swollen clit. “You’ve been thinking about my cock all day?”

“God, yes.”

“Good, because I’ve been thinking about putting my cock in you all day. I’ve been walking around with a fucking boner.”

“You’ve been thinking about me too?” she asks.

“You haven’t left my mind, babe.”

I pump again and her muscles clench, a keening cry catching in her throat as her hot liquid release singes my cock and brings pleasure that surpasses anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Babe, my God, you’re fucking amazing.”

She comes and comes and comes some more and I slide into her, giving her my cock to clench around as I work to prolong her pleasure. She claws at the table, no doubt scoring the oak with her nails and her diamond hard nipples. Fuck, I’ll have to buff out the evidence later.

No longer able to hold it, I pound once, twice and then go still high inside her, filling her with my cum. I spurt, nothing in this world mattering except the heat and pleasure between us.

“Elias…” Her voice is low, sated and so sweet, as I deplete myself in her body. Once I stop spasming, I fall over her body, and press kisses to her back.

“Sweet girl, you are incredible.”

She gives a contented moan, and her body is practically a puddle beneath mine, but as my brain fills with blood again, I inch up. “I’m crushing you.”

I run my fingers down her spine, touching her gently this time, no wild animal in heat as tenderness steals over me. Honest to God, the way this woman trusts me with her body. But she has every right to. She knows me well enough to know I’d never do anything to hurt her or put her in any kind of trouble. She sighs again, and I help her up, turning her in my arms to take in the softness on her face, the pink flush on her cheeks.

“Elias, that was…” Mimicking me from this morning, she makes a fist, puts it to her head and pulls it away in a mock explosion.

“Yeah?” I ask like a fool, wanting to hear more.

She grins. “Yeah.”

I press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling. “I kind of lost it, T.” My hands trace gentle paths along her arms. “It’s only your second time, and I…” My voice falters. “I probably shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand like that.”

Her fingers brush mine as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. “No,” she whispers, the warmth and care in her eyes wrapping around me like a second skin. “You should have. I wanted that for you, Elias.”

She wanted that for me? My heart wobbles.

Her eyes narrow. “How did it feel?”

“Incredible,” I manage, the word catching in my throat as though it doesn’t quite do justice to what I felt.

A small smile curves her lips as she rises to press a kiss to my mouth. “Good.”

Curiosity gets the better of me and I ask, “Why did you want that for me?”

“You’re always so in control, always putting everyone else first. I wanted you to let go of all your worries. Elias unleashed. For you…” she pauses to wink. “…and for me.”

My chest tightens, a wave of emotion crashing over me. How could I not love this woman?

God, I love her.

The realization hits like a wayward puck. Dammit, this is bad, for so many reasons.

I let out a shaky breath and force a playful smile. “And here you thought I had no kitchen skills,” I tease, brushing my lips against hers again.

Her soft laughter wraps around me, and hugs tight. “I was wrong. I owe you a million apologies.”

Chuckling, I smooth her dress down around her hips, my thumb lingering on the soft fabric. “Think we’ve got time for a quick shower before the dishes? Our clothes are soaked, and, well…” I glance at her with a teasing grin. “So are you.”

Her eyes narrow, though the laughter dancing in them gives her away. “Oh my God,Elias, really. That’s all you got? How about we leave the stand-up to Grandma and me.” She taps my nose. “A comedian you are not. But yes, a shower.”

Grinning, I grab her hand, but the moment shifts as my stomach knots and realization slams into me. “Holy shit, T.”

She freezes, her eyes darting around the room like someone just walked in on us. “What? What’s wrong?”

I swallow hard, my heart lodged in my throat. “We didn’t… I didn’t… a condom,” I stammer, the words rushing out in a panic. “I’m clean, I promise.”

Her eyes widen, the color draining from her face for a split second. Then, just as quickly, she exhales, shoulders loosening. “It’s okay,” she says softly, cupping my cheeks, her calm washing over me. “I’m on the pill to help regulate my periods. We’re fine, Elias. I promise.”

Relief floods me. “Thank God.” I shake my head. “I couldn’t even imagine?—”

Her gaze flickers downward, something unreadable crossing her face. I touch her chin, tilting her head back up. “Hey,” I say gently, searching her eyes. “I know a child is the last thing you want and I take full responsibility for this mistake.”

She nods. “You’re right. It is the last thing I want, and we’re both responsible. It takes two.”

“At least we were safe. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Actually you can.” Her mood shifts, lightening. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“So no condoms needed.”

Needing to be certain, I ask, “It’s what you want?”

She smiles. “It’s what I want.”

“Okay.” We head upstairs, strip down and we jump in the shower. We linger, just enjoying the warmth and the closeness. Once we’re done, we dress in different clothes. Since she only brought one dress, she tugs on a clean pair of yoga pants and a sweater, and I pull on clean dress pants and another button-down shirt. Once we’re presentable, we head downstairs to finish the dishes.

We’re far from done when the front door opens and in walks my family. “Shit.” Taylor crinkles her nose. Footsteps sound in the hall and a second later, all three enter the kitchen.

“Oh,” Mom says. “We left you with too much to do. You’re still at it.”

Grandma chuckles under her breath, and I glance at Taylor to see her cheeks heat. “No, we just uh…we’re slow.”

Just then, Taylor’s phone rings and she snatches it from the counter and reads it. “Please excuse me. I have to get this. It’s my brother.” She hurries to the other room and I stand there, trying not to look like I just had the best sex of my life on my parents’ kitchen table. I wipe my hand against my warm brow, and turn from Grandma’s all-knowing eyes.

“How was Evelyn?” I ask and run my hands through my hair, hoping it’s not sticking up all over the place.

“She was tired, so we didn’t stay long,” Mom informs me.

Needing to get away from three sets of prying eyes, I gesture with a nod to the archway. “I uh…I’ll check on Taylor, and then we’ll finish up here.”

“No need. We can do it,” Dad offers.

I dart into the other room and Taylor’s eyes dart to mine. “Apparently things went south between Kalen and Sahara.” She gives me a grin. “He wants to fix it, though, and he needs my help.” She holds her hand out to me. “I’m going to need you.”

“You’ve got me, Taylor.”

Jesus, she’s got me in more ways than one and I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do about that.