My back arches as he pushes two digits inside me. The pressure feels incredible as he fucks me with his fingers and flicks his tongue against my sensitive spot. The buildup comes fast, and soon, I’m falling over the edge as he increases his pace, driving as deep as he can.
I clench my teeth, then moan out his name, breathing rapidly as I come down from the highest high I’ve ever had. Eli doesn’t stop like I expected and continues his sweet torture.
“You thought I was done?” He flashes a cocky grin. “I’m just getting started with you.” He stands and takes my hand, guiding me to one of the equipment benches. “Lie down.”
My brows rise in hesitation. Eli nods his head toward it, encouraging me to oblige. Before I do, I grab the bottom of my shirt and take it off. If being naked doesn’t drive him as insane as he’s making me, then I don’t know what will.
“Jesus fuck,” he grunts. “What are you trying to do to me?” He kneels with me spread in front of him. Bending my knees, he pulls my ass closer and places his mouth back between my thighs.
Feeling his fingers and mouth on me is so damn intense that everything goes white, and stars invade my vision. I fist my hands in my hair, trying to breathe through the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“I need you,” I whimper, begging him to fuck me. “Inside me.”
“Cami,” he growls, wiping his mouth as he stands. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Don’t deny me.”
“I just gave you like five orgasms. There was no denying.”
Laughing, I sit up and am eye level with his crotch. He’s so hard; I can’t stop myself from touching him outside his shorts. Thick and big. He steps back, and my hand drops.
“No.”
“No? You don’t want me to return the favor?” I arch a brow.
“I do. I really, really do, but the moment your mouth is on me, my willpower will snap.”
I smirk, knowing he’s struggling as much as I am. “Well, you either let me take care of that or you get to jerk off in the shower like I did earlier.”
He swallows hard, groaning. “You didn’t.”
“I swear! The real thing, though? One thousand percent better, so let me.”
“I’m walking away now. Put your clothes on and meet me upstairs for breakfast.” He steps toward the doorway.
My arms drop to my sides, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. “Are you serious?”
“Cami,” he pleads. “Trust me. I’m going to rub my dick raw later thinking about you, but we can’t just jump into sex.”
Rejected. Again.
Chapter Twelve
ELIJAH
Cami is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but damn, when she’s annoyed, she’s somehow even sexier.
It’s quite fucking adorable too how hard she’s trying not to be mad when I know she is. With her shoulders squared and her nose in the air, she walks to the table and silently sits.
“Good morning,” I say, holding back a smile. “I warmed this up, so it’s nice and hot.”
“Great,” she grits out. “What is it?”
“French toast with berries.”
“Sounds delicious,” she blurts out, flashing me a fake grin. It’s hard to keep a straight face when she’s worked up like this. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Cami, it’s that she’s used to getting her way.
Not this time, though, and it’s killing her.
I might be getting a bit too much enjoyment out of this, but it’s best for both of us that I not cave. It doesn’t erase how much I desperately want her. I’ve always used a condom, but when Cami and I cross that bridge, I don’t want anything between us anyway. I could tell her that, but watching her squirm is far too entertaining.
I place the syrup and butter on the table, and after she puts them on her food, I hold out a small bowl. “Powdered sugar?” I ask.
She narrows her eyes, grabbing her fork. “Sure. Why not?”
“It’s tasty. Especially with the cinnamon in the mixture.”
“Load me up then.” She moves her plate closer.
I snort, shaking my head at her fierce determination to be bitter. “My pleasure.”
We eat in silence, casually stealing glances across the table. She keeps a pissed-off expression as she chews even though she’s obviously enjoying each bite by the way she scarfs it down. Once our plates are nearly cleaned, I stretch my leg underneath the table until it touches hers. At first, she flinches, but I continue until my foot reaches between her thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She gives me an incredulous look.
“Checking if you’re still wet for me.”
With the corner of her mouth tilted up slightly, she pushes her chair back until my foot falls. I watch her closely and am confused as hell when she slides down to the floor and crawls between my legs.