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Elias

W ith her breath coming fast now, I nudge her until she falls back onto the pillow, her hair flaring around her. I lightly touch the band on her sleep shorts as my heart thumps. Jesus, she’s the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever set eyes on, and I get to touch her.

Thank God I have only half a working brain cell, otherwise I’d have no choice but to stop this. We both know how wrong it is. Then again, who am I kidding? Even if all my brain cells were firing at top speed, I probably wouldn’t change a thing. In fact, it would probably take the entire Buck’s defense to keep me from her and even then, I doubt they could.

I’ve wanted her for so long now, and with the urgent, needy way she’s looking up at me, she’s as desperate as I am. So yeah, in a way I’m doing this for her.

Whatever you have to tell yourself, dude.

I nearly snort out a laugh as I bend lower, my mouth brushing against her skin. Not only did I love seeing her in my T-shirt earlier, I love the scent of my shower gel on her skin. I breathe her in as I kiss her stomach, my tongue tasting as it teases her body. Her hips lift, her needy desperation urging me lower.

I stop just above the lace of her sleep shorts, growling softly as I nip at the fabric. Her achy whimper sends heat straight to my core, tightening every nerve in my body. My cock thickens impossibly more, urging me to slide inside her, but there’s so much I need and want to do to her first, and since we only have this weekend, maybe only tonight. I don’t want this over before it even begins.

I press my mouth against her, dampening the material with my tongue, and she bucks beneath me, her hips rising to meet my touch.

“Elias, please,” she begs.

I glance up as she props herself on her elbows, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, and there’s a flicker in her eyes—part curiosity, part something softer. Innocence? No. No way. But for a split second, I freeze, questions pounding through my mind. Has she done this before?

Her expression shifts, her eyes darkening as my chin brushes against her clit, and a gasp catches in her throat as her head falls back. That sound, her need, wraps around me and pulls me under. I relax, my shoulders dropping. What am I even thinking? Of course, she’s done this before.

Sure, she might not have the same experience I do, simply because I’m older. But everyone experiments in college, right? That’s just what people do—test the waters, explore, figure things out. Because if she hadn’t... if I was her first? Jesus. I’d be out of here faster than a freight train on speed. Not because I wouldn’t want her. Jesus, Iwant her. But because she deserves better from me.

So does her brother…

Whoa.

I freeze as that reminder slams into my brain like a cold bucket of water. What the fuck am I doing?

“Elias,” she murmurs, sliding her hand down her body and dipping her fingers into her damp shorts. All thoughts flee as she touches herself, her body arching, curving, her moans echoing in the room and massaging my balls.

With my focus solely back on her, I ask, “You need me, babe?” I’m not sure why I need to hear the words, but I do.

With her free hand, she reaches out to me, and I take it, pressing a kiss to her palm as she answers. “I need you.”

I tug her shorts down, and the second I see her pink sweetness, so wet and aching as she rubs her clit, one thing occurs to me. I might not be her first, but dammit, I want to be the one she always remembers.

I pull her hand away from her sex, and her whimper of protest turns into a moan of delight as I bring her fingers to my mouth. Widening my lips, I slide her damp finger in and her flavor explodes on my tongue.

“Elias…” she murmurs, her voice breathless as I lick her clean.

I take both of her hands and place them on the mattress beside her. “Hands here,” I command. “I’m the one who’s doing the touching.” Once again, as I tell her what I want her to do, a little gasp catches in her throat. Yeah, okay, I get it. If this fiercely independent woman who’s been taking care of me since we arrived in California, now wants me to take full control. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. “Legs wider. Knees bent.” I demand in a soft but firm voice.

She swallows as she obliges, and as she offers her sweet pussy to me, I drop to my stomach and slide my hands under her ass, lifting her so I can bring her pussy to my mouth. That first flick of my tongue draws a cry from her throat and I glance up to see the way she’s fisting the sheets.

Her gorgeous nipples are so hard and firm as she writhes, I reach up to squeeze one between my fingers. I go back to her pussy, circling her swollen clit with the soft blade of my tongue and loving the way she’s moving her hips, lifting them and bumping against my face.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I press the tip of my finger to her opening, touching, teasing, giving her only an inch at a time. Didn’t she say she liked that? Inch by inch.

“Elias,” she growls, clearly on to my teasing as I slowly offer her my finger. “More.”

I chuckle and swirl my tongue around her clit as she begs and lifts and tries to force my finger in. But who am I kidding, I want my finger in her as much as she does. I pick up the pace, sliding in all the way and her muscles lightly ripple around me. How can she be this close already?

Yeah, you’re one to talk, buddy.

My damn cock is so hard, it’s poking out of my boxers and causing me distress. I reach down and shove my boxers lower to free it, and I practically dry hump the mattress as I rub my face all over her sweet cunt.

“God, that is good.”

“Yeah, you like this, baby?”

“Yes, I like it.” She reaches down. “But I need more.”

I brush her hand away. “Hands at your sides.” Her chest rises and falls quickly, and I grin at her obedience. “Be a good girl, and do what I say and I’ll give you another finger.”

“Ohmigod.”

I keep one finger inside her as I go back to licking her clit. I push in and out, and as her wetness drips all over me, I crook my finger, hitting the bundle of nerves that has her hips coming off the bed. Her responsiveness is out of this fucking world and I love testing her body, discovering all her secret pleasure zones.

I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her up, and she glances down. “Look at you,” I say. “Taking two fingers. Now look at them, sliding in and out of you. You’re getting them all wet, baby. Can you see?”

Her chest flutters as she sucks in a breath, clearly loving this as much as I am. She nods like she can’t get the words out but then she blurts, “I can see,” past her kiss-swollen lips.

“I can’t wait to put my cock in here.”

A little whimper and then, “Yes…me too…”

I chuckle at her broken words but they die on my lips when her sex muscles begin to tighten. She’s there, right there. I change the rhythm and pace, desperate to see her face as she tumbles over the edge.

“Elias,” my name is nothing but a breathless whisper on her lips as she falls back, her lips forming an O as her body gives in to the pleasure.

“Jesus, yes, T.” She calls my name again and again, a joyous chant that nearly brings on my own orgasm. I stay between her legs, slowing the pace as I let her ride out the waves. I lick at her, careful not to overstimulate her clit, and when her spasms stop, I slowly pull my fingers out, inch by inch. She whimpers as I leave her body, but there’s that fascination back in her eyes when I lick my fingers clean.

“So fucking good,” I growl, and then lightly pet her sex, spreading her juices. “As much as I want to lick you clean and drink in every drop, I’m going to leave you all wet like this for my cock.”

“Oh God,” she murmurs, excitement flashing in her eyes.

Needing my damn boxers off, I slide from the bed and stand. I tug them off and toss them away, and as I’m about to climb back between her legs, she sits up. Is she having second thoughts? The second I look into her eyes, I realize that’s not the case at all. There’s something she wants, something she can’t seem to put voice to.

“Tell me,” I demand.

She glances down, and at first, I think she’s shying away from me, which is so unlike her, but then her eyes settle on my steel-hard cock. Her hungry gaze is like a long caress, and my cock jumps, aching to be touched by her.

I slide my hand under her chin and tip it up. “Don’t ever keep things from me, not when we’re in here, like this.” She blinks and her upper teeth tug on her bottom lip. “If you want to suck my cock, tell me.”

“I do.”

I study her face for a second, take in her nervous hesitation. What is she worried about? “Talk to me.”

She crinkles her nose, her brows pinching together and my heart softens as I take in her uncertainty. “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”

“Did some asshole tell you that?” Fuck, if I wasn’t naked with the woman I’ve wanted for far too long, I’d go hunt the bastard down and introduce his face to my fist.

“Yeah, and you’re right, he was an asshole. But he was also right. I wasn’t good at it.”

A strange primal possession takes hold of me and I suddenly want to pull her into my arms and keep her shielded so no man ever hurts her feelings, or makes her second guess herself ever again.

I lightly brush her cheek and sensing what she needs from me, I ask, “You want to be good at it, baby?” she nods. “Lessons?” I ask with a teasing edge, even though I’m dead serious.

“Lessons,” she agrees. She touches my chest. “I want this to be good for you.”

A hard laugh rumbles in my chest. “Babe, you could be across the room blowing candles out on your birthday cake, and I’d still get off.” I soften my voice. “But yeah, lessons.”

A small smile curls her lips and for a second, I’m not sure if she’s playing with me, or she really is inexperienced, unsure of herself when it comes to oral sex. I am, however, sure of one thing. She wants me in full control, the one calling the shots.

I grab the blanket and drag it to the floor. “On your knees.”

A little sound catches in her throat, and it’s so full of excitement, I clench my teeth to keep my shit together. She slides from the bed, and I take in the soft sway of her gorgeous breasts as she drops before me. Hands on her lap—holy fuck, she’s already good at this—she stares up at me with innocence as she waits for my instruction.

I bend, and push her hair behind her shoulders, and lightly run my finger along her jaw line. “You’re so very pretty, Taylor.” My heart pounds just a little bit harder.

Her gaze leaves mine and trails down, and a hard quake goes through her. “Elias, I…I have a confession.”

I go still, my hand lingering on her cheek. “You know this is a safe space right. Being here with me…”

“I know.” She takes a fast look over her shoulder. “It’s strange. I feel so safe here, like I belong.”

“Baby, you do belong.”

With me…

I keep that to myself.

“We share a house in Boston, but there’s something different about being here in my childhood home, bedroom, isn’t there?” I ask. Jesus the honesty between us is crazy. Have I ever opened up to anyone like this before? No, but I feel this every bit as much as she does. She nods and I continue, “What is it you wanted to confess, babe?”

“Just…” She bites her lip and there’s a gleam in her eyes. “Back home, when I walked in on you naked.” She clears her throat. “I might have done that on purpose.”

I stare at her for a long second, and then a laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Are you kidding me?”

“No.” She reaches up and runs her fingers over my abs, and my cock jumps. “I wanted to see.”

I grin. “This weekend, I’m yours. To look at. To touch. Yours to do with what you like.”

“I like that, and I’m yours,” she returns, and it messes with my head and my heart. “To do with what you like.”

“What I’d like is for you to be a good girl, and open your mouth for me.”

She squeaks, her eyes blazing as she drops her gaze to my hard cock. Her pretty mouth parts, and it’s so fucking hot, I don’t know how I’ll last.

I take my dick in my hand and tap my cock on the curve of her upper lips. Pre-cum drips from the slit. “Stick your tongue out,” I command.

When she does, I set my cock on it, and give her a taste of me. I pull my cock back, and she sits there, pre-cum on her tongue as she holds it out. “Taste me, babe.”

She pulls her tongue into her mouth, and moans as she savors me, and I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve her, any of this. But I swear from here on out, I’ll be the best version of myself, visit more nursing homes, more hospitals, bring blankets and food to more unhoused people, because this, right here, is a fucking gift.

“Okay, sweet girl, open for me again.” She opens her mouth. “Eyes to me.”

She glances up, ready for instructions, and I cup her face again. “Stay nice and still and I’m going to feed you my cock.” Following my instructions to the letter, she doesn’t speak, instead she blinks, answering with her eyes, and I grip my shaft and inch forward, slowly feeding her my cock. “That’s a girl, you’re doing so good.”

Pleasure dancing in her eyes, as I give her as much as I think she can take—for now. Her lips tighten around my thickness and I begin to move in and out of her hot, wet mouth. She keeps her hands on her lap, and I rock into her. She sucks me off for a minute, and my veins fill with blood. I should probably stop this, but she wants to learn, and dammit, I want to teach.

“Okay baby, now take your hand and put it on my cock.” She wraps her small fingers around me, and I close my hand over hers to show her how I like it. “Slide my cock into your mouth, and when you slide it out, use your hand to massage me. Think you can do that, sweet girl?”

Instead of answering, she goes straight to work, doing exactly what I asked and I could almost kick myself, because she was right. She is a quick learner, and while I’m not a premature ejaculator, if she keeps up that pace, I won’t be able to pride myself on that anymore.

She reaches up without instruction and takes my balls into her other hand. “Baby,” I murmur, giving her encouragement, and the appreciation shines in her eyes. “You are so fucking good at this.”

She leans into me a little more, taking me impossibly deeper, and I grunt as I reach behind her head and tangle my hand in her hair. I hold her head, follow the movement as she completely takes over, driving my pleasure to new heights. My dick throbs beneath her ministrations, and when she pulls me from her mouth and begins a bit of tongue play over my slit, I’m DEAD…

I inch back to stop her and she pouts when my cock slips from her mouth. “On the bed, legs spread. Now.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and dammit, even that messes with me. I don’t miss the small, self-satisfied grin on her face as I help her to her feet and she drops onto the mattress.

I grab a condom from my bag. I don’t know why I had the foresight to bring them.

Oh, maybe you hoped this would happen, dude.

Fuck.

I rip into the foil and quickly sheathe myself and as I do, her lust-imbued eyes never leave my cock. Hands on the bed, I crawl to her, and fall over her body. She’s warm and soft and her arms go around me as I cover her, and she holds me tight, like I’m her lifeline.

“I’ve got you, babe,” I whisper, suddenly feeling the need to reassure her as my brain goes back to my earlier concerns, but no, this can’t be her first time.

“I know you do,” she answers, and it wraps around me and hugs tight.

I move between her legs, pressing my crown to her entrance and I push her hair back, my lips on hers as I slide into her. Her muscles squeeze around me, so goddamn tight, it shuts down any ability to think. Going purely on raw need, I move inside her and her hips lift, meeting and welcoming each thrust.

“Elias,” she whispers into my ear when I pull my lips from hers and bury my mouth in the warm crook of her neck. “God, Elias…”

“I know, babe, I know,” I respond, even though I don’t know anything, and if I did, I’d know better than to be doing this.

Her nails scrape over my back, and her muscles flutter around my cock as we fuck. We rock together, each giving and taking, and she’s so wet now, I’m much more easily sliding in and out of her.

“Elias,” she moans again, a higher pitch to her voice as a hard tremble goes through her. Knowing she’s close—hell, I am too—I change the position, giving my fingers access to her swollen clit. I press my thumb over it, moving it in a circular motion and when a small sound catches in her throat, I lift my head, dying to see her face when she comes.

As her body gives into the pleasure, it pulls an orgasm from me, and I groan as I deplete myself inside her. Her muscles squeeze around me, milking my cock, and never in my life has sex been this fucking sweet. Her hands tighten around my back as I slide mine under her shoulders, pulling her to me. We hold each other, our bodies joined, moisture sealing us together and if I could, I’d never move from this bed.

After a long moment, she shifts, and worried that I’m crushing her, I slowly pull out, her half-lidded eyes heavy with satisfaction when I meet her gaze. My chest tightens, a strange mix of pride and longing. I did that. I put that look there, and damn it, I already want to do it again.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur softly, my voice thick with tenderness.

“I’m pretty sure you just did.”

I chuckle quietly, take care of the condom, and grab a couple more tissues from the nightstand. Before I turn on the lamp, I gently whisper, “Close your eyes, sweet girl.”

With a click, the light bathes the room in a soft glow, and I kneel beside her, carefully pressing the tissue to her skin. I wipe her gently, but as I pull away, something catches my attention. My body stills, my vision narrowing to a stain on the tissue in my hand.

“Taylor,” I whisper, her name sticking in my throat.

Her eyes flutter open, squinting against the sudden brightness. She glances at the tissue, and her face pales as she sits upright, her hands pressing into the mattress for support.

“Taylor,” I repeat, panic surging through me. “What is this?”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out at first. When she finally speaks, it’s barely a whisper. “Elias…”

I sit back, my heart pounding as I toss the tissue into the trash, unable to look at the evidence. I rake my hands through my hair, my breaths coming fast and shallow as the walls of the room seem to close in. She reaches for me, and her touch burns against my skin, and I can’t help but think I’ve been burned in another way, a way I can’t undo.

“Don’t be upset, Elias,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “I wanted this.”

“T…” My throat tightens, the words barely escaping. “Why? You told me so much tonight, but this…this?” I gesture helplessly between us. “You didn’t think to tell me?”

Her chin quivers, and I hate the way her pain twists something inside me. I never wanted to hurt her, not after what we just shared, but what the fuck.

She shrugs, but there’s a slight tremble in her voice when she says, “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

I shake my head, disbelief crashing over me. “It is a big deal,” I snap, the words harsher than I intended. She blinks rapidly, and I bite back a curse.

“I wanted you to be my first,” she explains, her voice soft. Her eyes search mine, pleading for understanding. But this confession feels like a dagger to the heart. I know I’ve crossed a line, but now…Jesus, the thought of hurting her—or her brother—tears me apart.

She fidgets, plucking at an invisible thread on the sheet, and I focus on her hand. “I guess…I didn’t think you’d care this much.”

My heart pounds in my ears as guilt and confusion rip through me. I lift my head, hold her gaze and snap, “Then you don’t know me at all.”