“You taste so fucking good.”
His hand left my hip, and he spread me open with his fingers. His mouth was back against me, forcefully. He growled as he devoured me with his mouth, and the vibrations nearly caused me to come undone. My hands were back in his hair, my back arched as I moved against his tongue. Suddenly he entered me with his fingers, groaning as he slid them rhythmically inside me.
“You’re fucking tight, Ella.” He shook his head before pressing his tongue against me again. I relaxed a little, my body moving against him on its own accord.
“I want you to watch me do this to you.” As our eyes met, his tongue ran painfully slow over my clit, and I whimpered. My eyes fell closed again, wanting to be lost in the moment. “You can’t beg me to fuck you and then pretend to be shy.”
I pushed up on my elbows, embarrassed. “I didn’t beg you.”
He grinned mischievously as he crawled up my body, forcing me back against the mattress. “Maybe I should make you. I’d love to see you on your knees.” He pulled down the front of his basketball shorts, gripping himself in his palm. “I don’t think you knew what you were asking for.” His length was impressive, and I didn’t know if I’d even be able to take all of him in my mouth, if that’s what he wanted. He hovered over me, on his elbow as he pressed his cock against my clit. “Imagine how good it is going to feel when I slide inside you.” He lowered his weight fractionally as he pressed harder against me, his stomach muscles tight and offering me an incredible view between us.
Self-Control
Chapter 14—Rellik
Self-Control: The ability to control oneself, in particular one’s emotions and desires, or the expression of them in one’s behavior, especially in difficult situations
I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I was enjoying this too much. It wasn’t often a women challenged me, and I loved pushing her past her comfort zone.
I could understand her apprehension to look me in the eye. I couldn’t even tell you what most of the girls I had slept with looked like, but Ella’s emerald gaze was like a fucking dagger in my heart, and I liked the hurt. I wanted to feel it because at least with the pain, I knew I was alive, knew I was still able to feel something.
I slid the head of my cock lower and positioned myself against her entrance. “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.” I felt her thigh muscles tighten against me slightly, and I knew that as badly as I wanted to ravage her, I would need to keep some semblance of control over myself. She wasn’t like the groupies, and her slight frame would not help our situation.
I rocked against her slowly as I lowered my body against hers. My head slipped inside her. “You have to relax.” I lowered my mouth to hers, growing even harder as she tasted her own juices on my tongue. I pressed forward, desperate to come, but her body tensed, and I knew it was too much. “Relax, Ella. Relax.”
“I’m trying. It’s not like I do this all the time.”
“That makes two of us.” She laughed, and I raised myself up to look at her face.
“I’m fucking serious,” I said.
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. It’s none of my business.”
I pulled completely out of her, wincing as I did so, my dick still hard as rock. I pulled my shorts over me, the silky fabric against my head enough to make me cringe. Climbing off her, I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ella, I do a lot of things I shouldn’t, but when I have my cock inside you, I’m not going to lie just to get fucked.” I was trying to bite back my anger. Her words wouldn’t have even affected me had she been someone else, but the truth was, I rarely had actual sex with any of the groupies, and I sure as fuck didn’t waste my time going down on them.
“I’m sorry.” She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself as she sat up behind me.
I rested my elbows on my knees as I ran my hand over my hair, wishing my cock would take a backseat to my actual feelings. “Don’t be. We shouldn’t have been doing this. You’d be sorry tomorrow had I not stopped.” I pushed from the bed and began pacing the floor. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she crawled farther toward the headboard and lay on her back, the cover down to her waist.
“I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.”
I shook my head in disbelief as she slid her hand under the cover, her lips parting slightly as she kept her eyes locked on mine.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I asked, my hand sliding in my shorts as I gripped myself tightly. Her nipples pebbled, and she slid her free hand over one of her breasts, squeezing it as her back arched.