Loveless (9 page)

The heat of her makes me hiss.

“I do too,”  she confesses in that shy tone that drives me crazy.

I pause, my hand an inch away from her pussy. “You what?”

“I . . . started. You know.”

A rough sound breaks out of me and my hand shoots under her skirt, cupping all that lush heat. Her panties are fucking soaked and another desperate sound leaves me, memories colliding with reality and totally screwing up my head.

Mine
. That pussy is mine. Mine to touch. Mine to tease. Mine to eat.

And mine to fuck.

She will never understand how much it turns me on to know I’m going to be the first man inside her. The first man claiming her like that.

“You’re fucking yourself thinking about me baby?” I ask, voice gone to shit, my tone pure gravel. When she nods, moving restlessly on my hand, I slide two fingers up and down her covered slit, loving the wet feel.

“Eli,” she moans, shaking from head-to-toe.

“Fuck,” I growl, shoving her panties aside. “Moan that again.” I work two fingers into her slit, making contact with all that soft, hot, slippery skin.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,
Eli
.” Her eyes roll back in her head, more of her juices sliding out, coating my fingers.

Somehow, hearing her moan that is hotter than hearing her moan my whole name. Groaning, I squeeze her ass, bringing her closer. “I need inside you, baby. Need to feel your pussy contracting on my fingers.”

She digs her nails into my scalp, pulling on my hair, opening her legs for me even more.

I find her opening, feeling the barrier in my way, and my hips shoot up when I realize what it is that I’m feeling. “Holy. Fuck.
Paige.
I’m dying to have you.”

“Take me. God, Eli. Just take me.”

Grinding my hardness into her ass, I nuzzle her neck, licking, biting, growling in her ear like the animal she’s turned me into. Slowly, I start to work my finger inside her, fighting past her tight walls.

Dying with each inch I go deeper.

My dick is going to break before this is over.

But, fuck, what a way to go. I don’t even care. Can’t think of stopping.

Paige uses her hold on my hair to yank my face up, searching out my lips, wantonly meeting my tongue.

Jesus, she drives me fucking crazy.

When I slide my finger in and out of her, testing how tight she is, she gives a throaty cry, sucking on my tongue.

Then she starts to
move
, fucking my finger, rubbing her ass on me with each undulation. The pleasure jolts through me, everything about her burning itself into my mind.

I rock my middle finger inside her, my thumb finding her clit—

She locks down around me instantly, her head falling back, her body arching as she starts to come.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Take it. Ride my finger. Imagine it’s my cock. Deep in here. Like this.” I keep talking to her, giving it to her, fucking her with my finger, watching her fall apart for me.

I’ve never ached like I ache while watching her, but the fucked-up part is that the ache isn’t only in my balls. My chest hurts. My mind hurts. All of me hurts as I imagine letting her go tonight without being inside her.

“Elijah.” She’s shaking so hard, her body twitching with the last waves of her orgasm.

That pain in my chest expands at the sight of her.

Bringing her to me, I leave my finger inside her, soaking up the last throbs that go through her. I kiss her, because it’s all I can do, the only way to shut up whatever the hell is churning inside me.

I don’t have a clue what it is, just a sense of preservation that tells me to shut it the fuck up.

Mid-kiss, I slide my finger out of her, and bring it up to my mouth.

She watches, lips parted, as I suck my finger in between my lips.

My body almost jackknifes off the couch at the first taste of her.

Sweet and musky. Fucking perfect.

Sliding my finger out of my mouth, I run it across Paige’s bottom lip. “Open for me. Taste how good you are.”

Shock flares in her eyes, followed by arousal. “Elijah—”

I slid my finger in.

Her lips clamp around it and she sucks me. Once. Twice.

I pull her back to me, slipping my tongue where my finger just was, tasting her wetness.

She moans at the taste of both herself and my tongue, and I feel myself pulse, an orgasm threatening to break free—

“Ah, fuck! Sorry guys!”

Shit.

Paige scrambles off my lap and falls onto the sofa chair.

“No. My bad. No need to stop.”

But Paige’s already embarrassed, I can tell.

Frankly, I also doubt I can keep going without coming in my pants again. Something I can’t do if we’re going to hang the rest of the night.

“It’s okay, fucktard!” I call to a retreating Sophie.

“No. Sorry. I’ll just—”

“Get us our next round and get back here,” I finish for her.

She stares at me, silently asking if I’m sure.

I nod back at her, then settle back to endure the rest of the night. “You okay?” I ask Paige, ignoring the massive ache in my balls.

I’ll come later. Right now, all that matters is making sure she’s alright.

Fuck. I gave in and fingered her. In public.

Her first time.

“Talk to me Paige.”

She looks up, her hair a wild mess, her lips swollen . . . and she gives me a wide, brilliant smile.

My breath catches.

“Fuck yeah. I mean, she scared me, but
wow
. When can we do that again?”

Throwing my head back, I laugh; a loud as hell one, too. Which is odd because that ache in my chest has become positively unbearable by now.

eleven

Elijah

“In you go Paige.”

“I don’t wanna!”

Biting back a smile, I open the door to Sophie’s car and try to get Paige in the back.

“No.” Shit-faced drunk, she fights me, trying to get out of my grip. “I’m not going in there.”

“Why not?” I let go of her arms, grabbing her by the waist.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pouts up at me. Off the heels, she only comes up to my chest, and I find that fucking adorable. “Because you won’t kiss me.”

Sophie opens the driver side door, laughing.

I glare at her, the vein in my temple pounding. I’m not anywhere near as drunk as Paige is, but damn it, I’m just tipsy enough to be on the wrong side of self-control. Resisting her is becoming impossible. “This is all your fault.”

Sophie’s grin widens. “You’re welcome.”

“For what? Getting her drunk?” Still glaring at her, I try once more to get Paige inside.

Paige bites my collarbone lightly. “You like me when I’m drunk.”

God help me.

“And you like it when I’m bad, too.”

Seriously, God. Help. Me.

Tightening her arms around my neck, Paige squeezes them together, standing on her tip-toes to whisper near my ear, “And I’m not getting in that car until you kiss me.”

“Baby,” I groan, flattening my hand on her lower back. “I’d kiss you, but that’s not all you want.”
Definitely not all
I
want.

“You’re so right. I love the way you think. Now gimme.” She wiggles against me. “Come home with me, Eli.”

What kind of sick test is this? This entire night has been nothing more than a battering ram aimed at my balls, one fierce hit after another.

Now this.

Grunting, I lift Paige right off her feet and deposit her inside. I turn to go sit in the front.

She grabs onto my arm, pulling on it. “I want you back here with me.”

Sophie locks the front passenger side door. “You heard her big man.”

“Sophia Lynn Collins,” I say sweetly, smiling at her. “There will be vengeance. I hope you know this, BFF.”

She mimics my smile, not looking even a little bit scared.

Paige leans across the seat and tilts her head up to look at me. “Elijah. Get in here.”

I sigh. Paige’s pout is a freaking nuclear weapon. That’s how dangerous it is. I can barely withstand it sober, let alone two steps away from drunk. “Fine. Move over baby.”

Sitting in the back seat, I close the door. Without thinking about it, I lift my arm to make room for her.

She snuggles right into me.

Sophie starts the car, staring back at us through the rearview mirror.

I scowl at her, even as I wrap my arm around Paige. “I’m serious. This is your fault for giving us so many drinks.”

“You weren’t complaining at the time,” Sophie says, reversing out of the parking spot.

No, I wasn’t, but that’s because I’d been too busy trying to dull the burning ache in my dick. Unfortunately, I didn’t pay enough attention to how many drinks Sophie got for Paige. “The least you could’ve done was drink as much as you made us drink, you bad influence.”

“Bad influence? Hello? Designated driver.”

Damn it, she has a point.

Paige giggles. “I love how you two fight. You tell him, girl! You’re cool people, Sophie.”

“What about me?” I have to ask.

“I think you’re cool people too, Paige.” I can hear the smile in Sophie’s voice.

Shit. I’m really going to have a problem on my hands when it comes to these two.

“I haven’t decided, yet,” Paige mumbles.

I lean my head closer to her. “What was that baby?”

She stares up at me with wide, unfocused eyes. “I haven’t decided whether you’re cool people or not yet. Your reputation is kinda iffy, you know?”

Anger explodes in my chest. I tell myself that her opinion of me doesn’t matter in the long run.

Man, I’m just frustrated from the lack of sex. That’s all.

I give Paige’s address to Sophie.

Paige remains quiet for the first few minutes of the ride. With the way she snuggles into me, it sure as hell seems like she thinks I’m “cool people”.

Even more fucked up, no matter how annoyed I am with her, I don’t want to let her go.

If I can’t have sex with her, the least I can do is soak in the feel of the body next to mine, right?

“I’m such a lush,” Paige mumbles.

Just like that, she flips my mood around, and I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m not so sure about that yet, but if you keep this up, that just might end up being the general consensus.”

“I drank too much.”

“
That
I’m not going to deny.”

“No. But Eli. You don’t
understand.
I drank too much.”

My lips twitch. “Yes. We’ve already covered you seem to have a problem with that.”

“Then again. Gotta enjoy myself now that I’m free.”

What does she mean by that? “Paige, aren’t you twenty-three?.”

“Almost twenty-four.” She hiccups.

So she’s close to being twenty four. I wonder when her birthday is and make a mental note to find out.

“And that’s not the point.” She waves her hand around, almost hitting me in the face. “There’s finally no one around to torture me if I decide to have some fun.”

The reaction that comment sparks ping-pongs inside my mind. It’s instant. Volatile.

Did someone fucking hurt her in the past? “Paige . . .” I cup her shoulder and rub it softly, trying to distract myself. “What exactly do you mean by torture?”

She waves her hand in front my face again.

I grab it.

And can’t bring myself to let it go.

“My parents are over-religious zealots, that’s all.”
Hiccup.
“They think that if you even breathe wrong, you’re going to end up in hell. So annoying.”

My body melts into the seat with relief. That explains so much about her. The overachieving, the fact that she’s sexually inexperienced at almost twenty-four.

It must have been hell for her, though. Paige is a free-spirit. I sense that in her.

She shifts against me, getting more comfortable. “I’m talking too much. Sorry.”

“Nah, babe. You’re just fine. You talk all you want.” Besides, I kind of like learning more about her. The questions had been piling up for months.

Sophie glances at us, her eyes falling to our joined hands.

Now way I can miss the smile on her face.

Fuck it. She can jump to as many stupid conclusions as she wants to.

I’m still not going to let Paige’s hand go.

. . .

“Sophie, hold her gym bag.” She grabs it from me, which helps a lot. I have my hands fulls of a very-intoxicated, very-horny woman, and I have to get said woman inside her house before she rubs up on me again.

Or better yet, before she licks the vein on my neck one more time and the throbbing in my balls obliterates all of my common sense.

“You’re coming upstairs with me, right?”

Mashing my teeth, I ignore Paige’s question—and the lazy, inviting smile on her face—close the car door, and try to help her walk the few feet to the door of her building.

Epic fail. Barely two feet away, she stumbles, and thank God I catch her before she collides face-first with the brick wall.

The woman has to be the most uncoordinated drunk I know.

I sweep her up into my arms. “Paige, w-where—” Ah, God, she’s nuzzling my ear with sultry breaths I feel all the way down to the tip of my dick. “Keys,” I hiss. “Where are your damn keys?”

“Side pocket. Gym bag.” She draws my earlobe into her hot mouth.

“Sophie,” I plead, thighs shaking.

My best friend laughs sounding like she’s having trouble breathing, but she steps in front of us, holdingup the keys.

My salvation.

“Which one for the—
fuck
. Front door Paige!”

“
Mmm
. The blue one,” she whispers right into my ear, licking the shell.

“You heard her woman, open the goddamn door!” I yell at Sophie, on the verge of slamming Paige against the wall and giving her every single thing she’s asking for.

She wants my cock? I’ll give it to her, and I won’t stop until she comes all around it. Five times at least. I’ll fucking make her take it until she can’t take it anymore.

Sophie opens the door, falling against it, her face bright red from laughing.

I shoot into the building, practically running.

Stairs
.

Panting like a wild creature, I stop right before them. “What. Floor?”

Paige’s wet little tongue trails my jaw.

“Paige!”

“Second.” She moans, moving restlessly in my arms.

A woman in need.

An
untouched
woman in need, desperate for me to ease her.

I take the stairs two at a time.

Sophie is right behind me. “She wants to eat you alive, BFF.”

Oh God, Paige’s back at my pulse point, playing with it. Every swipe of her tongue makes my erection jerk inside my jeans.

“I know,” I grit out, making it to the second floor landing.

Two doors.

God hates me.

I move Paige so I can reach up with one hand and fist her hair. Pulling her back, I stare right into her glazed eyes—

And almost lose control at the need I see in them.

“Which one is your door?”

She points at the one on the left.

“Sophie!” I bark out.

My best friend runs past me.

I begin marching toward that door, not daring to let Paige’s hair go. Not with the way she’s eyeing my mouth. “Which key?”

“Green,” she breathes, trying to break my hold.

I don’t let her, but not because I don’t want to. Hell, no. But if I taste her, I’m going to storm into her apartment, close the door in my best friend’s face, and take Paige’s virginity.

While she’s drunk.

Sophie opens the door, making room for me.

I put Paige down inside her apartment, and take a step back.

She fists my t-shirt and yanks me back to her.

Slapping my hands against the door frame, I catch myself before she gets me inside.

Undeterred, she grasps the hair at my nape, pulling my head down with such force that I have to tighten my hold on the door frame to avoid tripping into her apartment.

My mouth comes down on hers.

Her tongue pushes past my lips.

Precome leaks out of me on a rush.

I rear back, trying to break the connection.

Her fingers close around my cock, palming me over my jeans. My hips rock into her touch.

She goes back to my ear, that sexy voice dropping to a cock-twitching whisper again. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.” She squeezes down on my dick.

“Holy . . . shit.” I chuckle, even though every muscle in my body is fully engaged, trembling as the last of my self-control leaks out of me. “You’re tenacious, girl.”

“I want you.”

Her whimper almost undoes me. “You’re going to have me, baby. Just not like this. Not tonight.” Talk about Déjà vu. Closing my eyes, I inhale and count to three, fighting my urges . . .

And push back from her grip.

Fuck me. If I ever have to try to do that again, I’m not going to be successful at it. There are only so many times I can survive walking away from her while she’s demanding my cock.

“Sophie, make sure she gets in bed.” I almost jump down the stairs in my hurry to escape Paige before I maul her.

Once outside, I lean against the building, breathing in and out in an effort to calm down.

Yeah, right. I’ll be jerking off all night once I get home, and most likely not even that will be enough to bring my arousal down from the insane peak it’s on.

What that girl does to him.

Shit.

Sophie comes outside ten minutes later.

“She okay?” I ask.

“Yup. Pissed off at you, though.”

That’s okay. I’m pissed off at myself, too.

We sit in the car. Surprisingly, Sophie remains quiet the whole ride, keeping her opinions to herself.

Thank you, Jesus
.

. . .

“
YOU LIKE HER!
”

“What the fuck!” I jerk awake, my body jackknifing up on the bed.