Page 24 of Unhinged Love

Instead, I let my hand slide over her flat stomach while she lies under me, holding her breath, her body rigid. “It’s probably better that you hide this from me,” I whisper, inching lower, making her face contort as she tries like hell to resist what my touch is doing to her.

“Don’t,” she whispers, but her body is telling another story. Her hips tilt to meet my touch when I cup her mound through her tight shorts.

“So warm.” I sigh, my dick pressed against her thigh as I start to rub her in slow circles. Her eyes close and her head fallsback, while her forehead scrunches like she’s concentrating hard on what’s happening. What I’m doing to her. What I would bet nobody has ever done to her before me.

It’s not enough to touch her with fabric between her hot pussy and my fingers. No, I need more, so I work my fingers under her waistband.

Her eyes fly open wide along with her mouth, but all that comes out is a broken moan when I make contact with her bare mound. “You’re not such a good girl, are you?” I whisper while I tease her bald lips. “What other secrets are you trying to hide?”

She only arches her back, nipples ready to poke through her shirt, and they are too tempting to resist. She arches again when I flick the tip of my tongue over one of those taut peaks.

“Oh, my god,” she whispers, closing her eyes again, head rolling from side to side while I work her body like a puppet master. So wet—her juices already coat my fingers before I have the pleasure of sliding through her swollen folds.

“That’s right,” I grunt, while precum drips onto her thigh. “Give it to me. Show me how good you feel.” So fucking hot, so wet and ready for me.

And desperate. Her hips roll as one moan after another tumbles out of her mouth and fills the air. “What do you think? Do you think you could come on my fingers?” I ask, finding her tiny bud and rubbing it in quick strokes that makes her whimper.

“Carter…” she whines, and the sound unlocks something in me I didn’t know was there. Now it’s not enough to control her. I need to control her pleasure, decide when she gets it, how much. I’m not giving this up. Ever.

“I’m… Oh, god… I think I’m…” And then she bites down on her fist, straining, until the tension breaks and a fresh rush of warmth flows from her like a river. I want to taste her on mytongue. I want to feel her muscles ripple around me. More, I want more.

And when her eyes open and lock onto mine, the naked lust I see in them tells me I could have it. I could have all of her, here and now, while she’s flushed and breathless and still coming.

But no. Let her think about this for a while. A soft groan stirs in her throat when I pull my hand free and stand up straight, leaving her a breathless, gasping wreck. I commit her to memory: chest heaving, leg spread, a dark spot staining the crotch of her shorts before leaving the room and closing the door behind me.

Now that I’m rigid and straining, it would take nothing to find someone downstairs and fuck my frustrations away. But the idea doesn’t appeal for some reason. I can’t imagine doing it, can’t see it in my head. All I see is Elliana. Right now, nothing else will do.

Which is why I cross the hallway instead of going downstairs and lock myself in my room, my back against the door, my fist around my shaft while I hold my sticky fingers to my nose to inhale her musk. Fuck, the smell is unreal, intoxicating, and I can’t help but take a taste while fucking my fist hard and fast.

I can see it in my head. Her thighs around my ears while my tongue plunges deep, lapping up every drop. I can feel her hands on the back of my head, nails scraping my scalp while I give her pleasure, like she’s never imagined. Fulfilling every fantasy she didn’t even know she had.

Claiming her. Controlling her. Fucking her with my tongue until she screams my name.

Yes, and then I would sink deep… gripped by her tight cunt… My head touches the door, and I pant for air, my fist flying, and my balls lifting.

When I come, the force is enough to make my knees buckle and my head spin. One spurt after another runs over myknuckles and drips onto the floor while I hold her image in my head. It would’ve been so easy to do whatever I wanted. To claim her body.

And I will. I’m completely sure of it by the time my eyes open and the world comes back into focus. I will have her. Now that I’ve given her a taste, she’ll want more.

All I have to do is decide if I’ll make her beg for it.

TEN

Elliana

I should never have gone downstairsFriday night.

After all of the insanity swirling around in my head yesterday and today, that’s the one thing that keeps coming up. I should never have done it. What was I thinking? Is it so hard to say no to people when they want me to do something?

Then again, I said no to Carter, didn’t I? At least at first. I said no, but he didn’t listen, and he touched me until I came. I tried not to. I tried to fight him off. I did, but my body betrayed me. Like I had no choice at all.

Then again, what else is new? When was the last time I had a choice in anything?

This is ridiculous. I have basically lived like a ghost in my own house all weekend, only tiptoeing out of the room to grab food and bottled water from the kitchen when Carter went out at one point yesterday afternoon. Probably to return the keg, so there wouldn’t be any evidence lying around once the parents get home. I hurried through the kitchen like a thief, grabbing protein bars, fruit, and cookies for later after making asandwich. By the time I ran everything back up to my room, he was pulling in again. I just missed him.

But now it’s Sunday night, and it’s starting to get dark, and I really need to eat something a little more substantial than a protein bar and an apple. Hunger twists my insides and nothing I do can distract me from it. He’s probably laughing at me now, probably knowing how afraid I am to face him. How humiliating. I’m sure he thinks he won some great battle by sticking his hand down my shorts and making me come.

For the hundredth time this weekend, my body betrays me by sending a shiver running down my spine. The sensation ends at my pussy, with a fresh memory of what it was like to be touched that way. It’s one thing to do that to myself, but for someone else to do it? It was electric, like flying.

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