14. Lev

14

LEV

I should have known that Elle would be pretending to be asleep. I haven’t snuck into her apartment since the night I left her necklace on the counter for this very reason. There was no way she wouldn’t have worked out that it was me who put it there, and she’s not exactly been subtle about her desire to know my identity.

It was naive of me to think she wouldn't try to catch me in the act.

So, I’ve stayed away, for the most part.

I’ve still been watching her day and night but at a safer distance. I wish I could explain to Elle that I stay hidden not just to protect myself, but to protect her .

Ever since I brought Elle to my cabin, I’ve indulged too often in the fantasy of us. Being around Elle makes me feel almost normal, not that I really know what normal feels like. But for those brief moments where we’ve shared a few words, or when we kissed, everything went quiet, and I was overcome by a sense of peace that I’ve never felt before.

Which is exactly why I need to stay away.

The blackout today served as a wakeup call. The blank spot in my memory is a warning sign, reminding me of what I’m capable of.

But tonight, I had no choice but to sneak back into her apartment.

After blacking out and losing sight of Elle for two hours, I needed to see for myself that she was all right. That she was alive .

I needed to know that I hadn’t made another colossal fuck up like I did at the bar.

By the time I managed to get back to the city, I caught a glimpse of her walking past her bedroom window in her pajamas, so I knew she was safe. But that wasn’t enough to calm the panic that had been bubbling inside me ever since I came to.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was climbing her fire escape.

I should have left the second I realized Elle was awake. But then I wouldn’t be sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her drift off to sleep.

My presence shouldn’t be bringing her comfort.

If she knew the truth, I would be the reason for her nightmares.

It doesn’t take long for Elle’s breathing to grow heavy, and I watch her sleep for a while, listening to the sound of her breathing like it’s my own personal lullaby. It’s been weeks since she’s slept soundly through the night without being forced awake by the memories that haunt her, and I don’t want to disturb her by leaving.

Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.

I wish I could take them all away, to shoulder the burden of her past and finally set her free from it all. After all, there’s no hope for me.

My own past is too heavy, too intricately woven into my DNA, for me to ever escape it, so what’s a little more weight?

“Sleep well,” I whisper into the darkness.

As I go to stand, a soft sigh escapes Elle’s lips that sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.

I freeze as she stirs a little, stretching out her arms above her head and causing the sheet covering her to shift.

In the darkness, I can’t make out any specific details, which has me so tempted to turn on the light.

I need to get out of here.

Because I’m a selfish bastard with no self-control, I reach out and gently stroke her cheek, biting back a groan at how soft her skin feels against my fingers.

“Sweet dreams, Elle,” I whisper.

Suddenly, her hand is around my wrist, holding me in place. “Elle.”

She lets out a moan that has my cock thickening in my pants as she guides my hand toward her chest.

A choked sound escapes me as I brush against the silk material of the top she’s wearing, though from the way I can feel the slight swell of her breast, it doesn’t seem to be covering much.

She wants me to touch her.

I grind my teeth as she shifts beneath the sheet, my fingers still teasing the swell of her breast.

Is she rubbing her thighs together?

My mouth waters at the thought of pulling back the sheet and burying my face between her thighs to bring her some relief from the ache that is no doubt building between them.

But I shouldn’t.

Touching her like that would be wrong.

So very, very wrong? —

Elle whimpers softly as she arches her back, causing my fingers to graze her nipple through her top, and the last of my self-control snaps.

I move to cup her breast, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

She moans again, and I graze my thumb over the hard bud, pinching it through the material between my thumb and forefinger.

Fuck, I’ve dreamed of touching her like this for so long.

She’s so perfect, so soft, and my cock is painfully throbbing in my pants as I try not to imagine what it would be like to have her pinned beneath me, to hear her cries of pleasure in my ear as I fuck her.

“Please,” she whispers as she starts to guide my hand lower.

My head is screaming at me to stop but when the feeling of silk beneath my fingertips turns to bare skin, I groan as I realize she’s completely naked from the waist down.

“Fuck.”

I trace my fingers along her lower belly.

She really wants this.

I let her guide my hand lower, and I gently stroke my fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh, trying to stifle a groan as they come away wet.

“Please.”

It’s all the confirmation I need before moving my hand between her legs and running my finger along the folds of her pussy.

She’s already so swollen and wet, and I shudder as my cock starts to leak in my pants.

I gently tease her entrance with my forefinger, coating it in her arousal before running it along the length of her core .

When I graze her clit, her body jerks, and she lets out a cry of pleasure that has my cock twitching.

So responsive.

I take my time exploring her pussy with my fingers, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure she makes.

I didn’t think she could be any more addicting, but being able to touch her like this is giving me a high no drug would be able to compete with.

When Elle starts writhing beneath my touch, growing frustrated that I’m not giving her what she wants, I sink my finger inside her, groaning as she clenches around me.

She grinds against my hand, and I waste no time sinking a second finger inside her while my thumb starts to work her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moans as I start pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.

My hand is soaked with her arousal and from the way her moans of pleasure are becoming louder, I know it won’t be long until I have her screaming.

I pump my fingers faster, using her moans as my guide.

The sound of my fingers moving in and out of her drenched folds has my cock straining against my zipper.

What I would give to pull her into my lap and sink her down onto my length, letting her ride my cock like she’s trying to ride my hand.

“Christ,” I hiss under my breath.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” she pants.

When I curl my fingers inside her, her legs start to shake, and she reaches out to grip my forearm.

“ Yes !” She sinks her nails into the material of my shirt sleeve as she grinds against my hand.

I apply more pressure to her clit, bring her closer to the edge as my fingers graze against the sensitive spot inside her.

For a moment, her entire body tenses, and then a rush of wetness floods my hand.

Elle cries out as she comes, her entire body shaking as her pussy pulses around my fingers.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I work her through her orgasm.

My jaw aches from clenching it so hard, trying my hardest not to come in my pants as Elle trembles with the aftermath of her release.

Making Elle come is the single greatest experience of my life, not that there were many others to compete with.

As she gasps for breath, my fingers still buried inside her tight heat, I know that I should get the hell out of her apartment before she decides to use this moment to trap me into revealing myself.

She might think she’s at my mercy, but it’s the other way around. All it would take is her to reach over and turn on her bedside light for it to all be over.

But having her come on my hand is not enough.

I need to taste her.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I slide my fingers out of her pussy and throw back the sheet.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans as she realizes what I want.

A smile tugs at my lips at how desperate she is for more.

I wish I could see her face, to see the need in her eyes as I spread her soft thighs and start to lower my mouth toward her pussy.

I take a moment to hover my mouth above her, letting my breath tickle her sensitive clit.

Elle’s legs tremble as I move to grip the backs of her thighs, holding her steady as I finally drag my tongue along her pussy.

I almost climax at the first taste of her.

She’s dripping wet from her first release and so fucking sweet that I have to take a second to breathe and try and calm myself down. As easy as it would be to unbutton my pants and start stroking my cock so we could come together, I want all of my attention to be on Elle.

My pleasure can wait.

I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue.

She whimpers softly when I ignore her clit, but I know she’ll be sensitive, so I focus my attention on her entrance, circling it with my tongue.

When I still don’t give her what she wants, her fingers sink into my hair, and I tense.

This is going too far.

But as she arches against me and I sink my tongue deep inside her, I soon forget my morals.

“So good,” she moans as I start to fuck her with my tongue.

Her fingers in my hair have me groaning against her pussy.

When I finally slide my tongue along her core and flick her clit, she grips my hair tight and holds me against her as her hips buck.

It’s a fucking miracle I haven’t come in my pants from her moans alone.

“Please,” Elle pants as I swirl my tongue around her clit so softly I barely touch it. “Don’t…don’t tease me.”

A chuckle spills from my lips at her desperate pleas.

“I need to come.”

“You can come when I say so,” I grunt.

Sinking my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, I tilt her hips to give me greater access before wrapping my lips around her swollen clit.

I suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves as I sink two fingers deep inside her core, no longer wanting to take my time.

I want to make her scream.

“Oh, yes!” Her inner walls clench around my fingers. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

I increase my pace, working my fingers in time with my tongue.

She’s dripping wet, and I eagerly lap up every drop, moaning at the sweet taste as her arousal drips down my chin.

Her fingers stay buried in my hair, holding me in place as she squirms against my mouth as her release builds.

“I-I’m close,” she gasps.

I moan at her words, trying to ignore my aching cock as I lick and suck at her clit.

Her moans of pleasure have turned to whimpers, and her thighs tremble on either side of my head.

“Elle,” I growl against her pussy.

Her name on my lips sends her crashing over the edge.

Her fingers dig painfully into my scalp as she floods my face with her release, and I fucking love it.

My own hips move, my cock desperate for some form of friction as I work Elle through her orgasm.

Eventually, her body relaxes, and she releases her grip on my hair, but I don’t stop licking and sucking at her clit until she lets out a sigh of contentment.

That’s my sweet girl.

I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night making her come, but she needs sleep.

With one last kiss to each thigh, I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy and lift my head.

Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I reach down to squeeze my cock with the other .

I’m rock hard, and the thought of Elle wrapping her delicate fingers around my length has me hissing through my teeth.

But I shouldn’t be indulging such thoughts. Not when I’ve stayed too long already.

I need to get the hell out of here.

Thankfully, Elle seems to have drifted straight to sleep from the sounds of her breathing, and a smug smile tugs at my lips knowing that I wore her out.

After adjusting the sheet back over her sleeping form, I get to my feet.

My cock strains painfully against my zipper, and as much as I want to take myself in my hand right here right now, I need to go.

If Elle were to wake up while my cock was out and rock hard, there would be no way I wouldn’t end up buried inside her.

I’ll have to make do with getting off to the taste of her on my tongue.

As I head back to my car, I silently vow that what just happened between us will never happen again. I crossed a line and as incredible as it was to make Elle come, I came too close to revealing myself.

I need to remember my priorities.

I’m not just protecting Elle from my father, but from myself too.