The muscles of his body bunch head to toe. “Addison.”
I stop moving.
“Fuck,” he explodes. “Christ. Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”
Having some mercy on him—and myself—I bring our bodies flush and let him devour me with a frustrated kiss. And I go for broke riding him, gasping when his fingers dig into my hips and encourage me with nothing short of savage brutality, hot air bursting from his nostrils, grunts vibrating his body and mine. “God. You’re hitting me in all the right spots, baby,” I murmur against his mouth, my lower body beginning to clench, clench. “All at once.”
“Guess it’s worth the discomfort when I sit, isn’t it?” Before I know what’s happening, Elijah rises and flips our positions, stealing my breath as I land on my back. He falls on top of me, pressing me down into the lounge and driving deep—hard—between my thighs, muffling my scream with his hand. “I don’t fuck around with final warnings.”
I come, screaming and thrashing, on his first thrust. It’s brought on by a million little things, like his beard brushing my cheek, his scent greeting my nose, his full weight on top of me. Something I’ve always fantasized about. His fat, heavy sex. Yes, that, too. It presses in, seemingly from all sides, Elijah’s hips circling and milking the orgasm from my body. Rolling his lower body against mine when I teeter down the other side of the peak, his mouth and tongue at my neck, licking and biting and sucking.
“Oh my god. Keep going. Elijah, please.”
“Apologize for being a cock tease when I haven’t fucked you in a week.” He drags his teeth down the side of my neck, sinking them into my shoulder. “Apologize.”
“Sorry! I’m sorry.”
My legs are seized in rough hands, knees yanked up around his waist. I’ve been allowed to have my fun with the captain and now I’m his plaything. He doesn’t spare a second using me, either, grunting into my neck as he pounds me, just as he promised. Stars wink behind my eyes, my limbs turning restless as another crescendo builds inside me. “You need to cream again, do it soon,” he growls. “Can’t be patient. Not when you’re offering up that tight pussy to me on a platter.”
I find my nipples and squeeze them between my knuckles, dropping my thighs open wide. Almost there. Again. Again. Please. In the end, it’s watching Elijah’s jaw lose power, his eyes going blind that shoots me over the edge once more, my back arching off the lounge as euphoria strikes.
“Addison.”
I take his thrusting buttocks in my hands and yank him deep, crossing my ankles at the small of his back. “That’s right,” I gasp. “You want to fill me to the top, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He bares his teeth against my mouth, opens my knees wide and pumps one final time. “This is mine.”
“Always,” I whisper, floating into paradise when he collapses on top of me, his breath pelting my neck. My bones have disintegrated, my thoughts scattered on the wind. Before any unwanted reminders can intrude, I savor the moment, recording it with my heart. I bury my fingers in his hair and drag them along his scalp, a dreamy smile transforming my lips when he sighs and presses closer. As if to say, feels good more scratching. I give in and trail my fingers through his hair, rearranging it and smoothing it back to its original position. His fingertips begin to trail up and down my side, his mouth laying kisses on my collarbone, chin and neck.
When a swelling starts inside my rib cage, I know I’ve let the affection go on long enough, though. I can’t get used to this. It will kill me to walk away. Or I’ll start to hope for something he can’t give me. With regret running in my veins, I kiss his temple and nudge him, sliding out from beneath his giant body.
I paste a saucy expression on my face, standing up and stretching my arms up over my head. “We done good, Captain.”
A line appears between his eyebrows as he sits up, running his gaze up my naked body, landing on my face. “We done better than good.”
“Yeah. We did,” I whisper, reaching out to rub my thumb along his lower lip. “I have to be up early. Kiss me good night?”
He almost knocks me over, lunging off the lounge and sweeping me up in his arms, my feet leaving the floor. For a heady string of seconds, he does nothing but look me hard in the eye, our foreheads pressed together. What is he seeing? Oh God, I’m too exposed. It’s too soon after I let my guard down to reinforce it as much as usual. He’s so mighty and confused and satisfied all at once that my head finally gives in to the swoon and falls back, my mouth opening to be devoured. Our tongues tangle and his hands start to slip lower, but I pull back, breathless. “Good night, Elijah.”