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EIGHTEEN

ELI

Wrapping my arms around Wrenly, I grip her ass and pick her up, backing us out of Ryan’s bedroom and toward mine. I close the door behind me before I lower her feet to the floor, then break the kiss before I gently glide her shirt up her body.

“You’re staying,” I announce.

“I am?”

Humming, I skim my lips along her throat and down to her collarbone, sucking on the hollow of her throat, my eyes flicking up to look at her as I do—to watch her. To see her reaction, which is sexy as shit.

My cock hardens immediately.

I want to be inside her—now.

Gripping the bottom of her shirt, I gently guide it over her head, tossing it somewhere before my lips travel up her throat again until they reach her ear.

“I want you to ride my face, sunshine.”

Her breath hitches at my words, her fingers gripping my biceps as I lift my head to look into her eyes. They’re wide as they search mine, her lips parted slightly, and I can’t help but chuckle at just how shocked she is by my words.

“You want…”

“You. To. Ride. My. Face.”

“Eli,” she exhales. “I’ve never.”

My lips curve up into a grin as I glide my teeth along my bottom lip, my eyes never leaving hers. I figured with as shy as she is, she hasn’t done that before, and I can’t deny that it is definitely not a turnoff that I’ll be her first when it comes to a lot in the bedroom.

It’s fucking adorable that she gets pink-cheeked and wide-eyed. “You’ll like it, Wrenly, and if you don’t…”

“If I don’t?” she asks.

I chuckle, shaking my head a couple of times. “You will, so it doesn’t matter.”

It’s her turn to smile, the pink deepening to a red color in her cheeks. Taking a step to the side, I start to take my clothes off. My dick stands at attention, ready for every single part of Wrenly. But I want this first, want to give it to her.

I reach out for her hand to tug her toward the bed. Climbing on, I rest my head against the pillow and watch as she strips down naked. I can see her hands trembling as she slides her panties down before she climbs up on the bed at my hip.

As I take in her body, my heart slams against my ribs harder with each breath I take. She’s absolutely gorgeous. She doesn’t move fast enough for me, though. I need to taste her right this minute. I can’t stand it—I can’t wait.

Knifing up, I wrap my fingers around her waist and drag her up my body. She cries out softly, spreading her thighs as she straddles my chest—not that I have given her much of a choice.

Smiling up at her, I watch as her chest moves up and down with her breathing. She’s nervous, and it’s sweet. “Sunshine,” I call out.

Wrenly shakes her head once, blinking, then dips her chin so she can look down into my eyes.

“Eli,” she whispers. “I don’t know what to do.”

Sliding my hands from her waist, I glide my fingers to her ass and squeeze her cheeks in my grasp as I tug her forward a bit. “You’re going to put that pretty pink pussy on my face and let your body tell you what it needs.”

WRENLY

My face heats as I straddle his face. I can’t believe I’m this close to him, that my center is this close to his face. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t put his mouth there before because he did recently. It’s the fact that I’m hovering above him.

That’s what it is

I’m embarrassed but also intrigued. Before I can try to figure out how I’m going to climb up to his face and actually sink down on his mouth, he doesn’t allow me to waste even another second.

Eli grips my hips and pulls my body the rest of the way up. His tongue slides through my entire center before it swirls around my clit, and my eyes close as I let out a sigh. My thighs shake as I try to keep from sitting fully on him.

I grip the headboard in an attempt to not put too much weight on him. I’ve never been more self-conscious than I am in this moment. I thought it was bad the first time he saw me naked, but this is a million times worse.

I’m not sure how long I stay there, pinching my eyes closed and trying to hover, but however long it is, he’s had enough of it. I know that when I feel his hands on my ass again, his fingers digging into my globes before he tugs me down on his face—hard.

His tongue moves, and I’m pretty sure his teeth are involved, too. I’m not even sure, and I don’t think I care, either, because whatever it is he’s doing, I don’t want him to stop. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as my head falls back between my shoulders.

It’s as if something has been unleashed inside of me.

His hands continue to grip my ass and jerk my hips back and forth against his tongue until I take over, and when I do, something just snaps. I curl my fingers around the headboard, sure I’m scratching the back of it, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about that later—maybe never.

This feels far too amazing to think of anything else, like a silly headboard being scored and scratched.

My hips roll against his mouth while his tongue works overtime on my clit. I climb higher and higher toward my release, knowing that I’m about to fall over, and at the same time, I’m disappointed that it’s going to end when I do.

I feel like I could stay here forever.

His mouth is all-consuming in the best way possible.

Had I known that this felt so amazing, I would have done this sooner—a lot sooner. Maybe it’s better that I didn’t know. I’m not sure I can function daily without doing this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on with the rest of my life knowing that Eli’s mouth can do this, like this.

As hard as I try, I can’t hold off my orgasm. When I come, it’s hard and fast, catching me off-guard and taking me by surprise all at the same time. My thighs begin to quake, and as hard as I try to hold it off, there is no holding off anything.

Every muscle in my entire body freezes. But Eli doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to lap at my center until I’m able to breathe regularly again, and that’s when I realize that I’m probably killing him.

I scramble down his face and chest, but he doesn’t let me go far. His hands catch my hips before I can get away from him. Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts me slightly, then glides me down along his length.

I feel his cock stretch me, filling me, and it feels as if I might actually rip in half. What the actual fuck? And why does that feel so damn good? Slapping my hands against his chest, I grind down against his pelvis, the sensitivity against my clit almost too much, but I don’t care.

I welcome the sensation.

Rolling my hips, I grind against him, my face tipping down. I look into his eyes as I ride his dick the same way I rode his face.

Hard and fast.

My eyes are on his this time, focusing on him and taking what control he’ll allow me to. He groans, and my whole body trembles. I want to make him come. It’s become my life’s mission.

Or at least it feels that way.

I ride him, my whole body swaying with each roll of my hips. Reaching backward, I grip his thighs as my back bows. Eli wraps his fingers around my waist, gripping my flesh there.

It’s at this moment that I concede.

I want to stay with him.

I want this forever.

I want him—Eli. All of him.

I want to keep him—forever.