Chapter 17

17

E lijah pulled my tank top over my head and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. He thumbed my nipples as his tongue danced with mine. I whimpered into his mouth, thrusting my chest further forward, needing him to touch me more.

“I missed you,” he groaned as he sucked lightly at the skin of my neck.

Oh, my heart .

I clung to him as he lifted me and laid me out on my bed. He shoved my duffel bag to the floor before he gripped my shorts and pulled them down my legs, yanking my thong off after. I leaned up on my knees and pushed his cut from his shoulders, laying it on the end of my bed before I gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

I slid my tongue up the valley between his abs. He groaned, his hands sliding down my arms. “I missed you, too,” I told him, meaning it. Because despite how fucked up our situation was, I had missed him.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. He toed out of his boots and let his jeans and boxers drop to the ground. I shot him a sensual smile before I slid the flat of my tongue under his cock from the base all the way to the tip.

“You gonna put my cock in your mouth, doll?” he asked me, his voice more gravelly than usual.

I licked the head of his cock before I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slowly took him into my mouth, answering his question without words.

“ Fuck ,” he hissed.

He gripped a fistful of my hair and began fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat each time. I eagerly sucked at him, and he moaned my name, his hand tightening in my hair.

Before he could come down my throat, he popped out of my mouth and stroked himself a couple of times before he covered my tits in his cum. He loved making a mess of me.

“Fucking pretty sight,” he rumbled. Then, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, yanked my ass to the edge, shoved my thighs apart, and wrapped his lips around my clit.

I screamed, arching my back off the bed. He slipped two fingers inside of me, finger fucking me as his magical mouth worked wonders on my clit, sending me into a multitude of orgasms.

I clutched his hair in my hands, riding his face. When I came again, he moved over my body. And not giving a shit about his cum on my chest, he pressed our bodies together as he slid deep inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips each time he thrust into me. He was slower than he normally was and a hell of a lot gentler. He kissed me, almost seeming to make love to me.

His arms were banded around me, crushing me to him as he rocked in and out of me.

My heart was wrecked. My soul was completely destroyed.

Tears burned at the back of my throat, but I kept them back. I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t be vulnerable in front of him.

“Fucking hate being apart from you,” he rumbled against my lips. “I’d take you with me every time I had to leave if I fucking could.”

I clutched at him in response, wishing we didn’t have his wife standing between us like a gigantic boulder prepared to destroy the both of us.

He leaned up on his elbows, pausing his thrusts as he looked down at me. Cum was smeared across both of our chests, but he wasn’t paying that any mind. His eyes were locked on my face.

“Promise me you’ll allow me to make all this shit right?” he asked me. “I know I’m a dick. I know I’ve fucked this all up ten ways to Sunday, but don’t walk out on me, doll.”

I sighed. “Elijah, I’m a club girl. I’m here for any man’s beck and call unless you say otherwise or you terminate my employment,” I reminded him.

He clenched his jaw and reached between us to rub my clit. I cried out his name, coming around his cock. He moaned at the feeling. “No one touches you but me, Olivia. I thought I fucking made that clear.”

I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at him. “No one but you has touched me in a little over two weeks,” I reminded him. “But I’m tired of being second best and competing with a woman you claim you don’t even feel shit for.”

He sighed. “I’m going to do right by you, Olivia. Just trust me.”

With that, he thrust back inside of me, this time truly fucking me. He stood at the edge of the bed, my legs hooked over his shoulders as he pounded in and out of me.

Hated to admit it, but as long as Elijah was touching me, I was helpless to do anything but give him whatever he wanted.

My heart was already his, and I’d been fucked from day one of him dragging me upstairs to his apartment.