Chapter 21

21

“ S eriously, how hard is it to fucking wash the goddamn sink out?” I growled under my breath as I scrubbed at what looked to be toothpaste.

Probably from one of the club girls who had to come brush her teeth after getting her mouth bathed in cum. We were all guilty of having to do it at one point or another.

“It’s cute as hell when you talk to yourself, doll,” Elijah said from the doorway, surprising me.

I jerked upright, swinging my eyes to his. A smirk played on his lips that had my belly twisting with need. That smirk meant only one thing; he wanted me.

He backed me further into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I stepped into him, my hands coming up to grip his cut as he lowered his mouth to mine.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groaned.

I laughed softly because honestly, I had missed him, too. “You just had me this morning,” I murmured against his lips.

He groaned and lifted me onto the freshly cleaned countertop. “I want you with me all the time,” he rasped, his lips moving down my neck. I angled my head back, granting him more access. He rewarded me by sucking on one of my soft spots. I moaned his name, sliding my fingers into his hair.

He slid his hands under my shirt and gripped the edges, pulling it over my head before he unclasped my bra, tossing it aside as well. His hands cupped my breasts before his mouth descended on one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth over the tight peak.

I whined his name, pushing at his cut, wanting him naked as well. He kissed me hard, his hand pulling at my hair. “You’re so fucking impatient,” he growled at me.

I shot him a sexy smile in return. With a small shake of his head, he gripped the edge of my shorts and yanked them down, tearing my panties off after them. Then, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and slid inside of me.

“I wanted you naked,” I told him, moaning afterward.

“Too bad,” he retorted, a grin playing on his lips. He crushed me to him, sliding in and out of my soaked cunt. “Too desperate to be inside of you.”

I cried out his name as an orgasm unexpectedly washed over me . . .

Just as the bathroom door swung open.

Elijah didn’t stop. He reached down and rubbed my clit, his eyes on whoever was standing in the doorway.

“Get the fuck out,” he snarled at whoever it was.

“I knew you were fucking her!” Whitney screeched.

I snapped my eyes open, stilling, reality washing over me. Elijah gripped the back of my neck and rubbed my clit harder, sending me spiraling into yet another orgasm. I tried to bite back my moan, but I couldn’t. “I said get the fuck out! ” he roared.

The bathroom door slammed shut a moment later. Elijah kissed me hard and fucked me like a man possessed, his hips slamming against mine so hard I knew I would have bruises. But I welcomed the way he was with me.

He wasn’t in control. He lost himself in me.

When he came, he crushed his mouth to mine again, his hand pulling at my hair, leaving me completely at his mercy.