Page 75 of Insatiable Hunger

His movements stay painstakingly slow, but paired with the toy in my ass, it’s almost hard to speak. “You’d been drinking… a lot,” I start, sweat lining my brows. “I had gone outside for some fresh air, and you followed me.”

He twirls his hips seductively, and my eyes roll back. A broken moan slips past his lips as he watches me, waiting for me to continue.

“You were pissed…fuck.” This is harder than one would think. He feels tight and hot wrapped around me, and the toy is steadily vibrating, hitting my prostate. It’s too much. “You were pissed, telling me I was a piece of shit, and that nobody has ever compared to me since we slept together.”

His jaw drops. “I did not say that.”

Another twirl of his hips, and another sexy whimper from him distract me even more.

“You did.” I grit my teeth as I grip his hips, nails digging into the flesh as I thrust my hips up to meet his.

“Oh, fuck, Zeke…” Elias lets his head fall back, fully immersing himself in the feeling of us together for several moments before he continues and asks, “What else?”

“You kissed me,” I tell him, fighting the urge to flip him over and fuck him into this mattress until he can’t walk. He wants to control this situation this one time, so I’ll let him, but fuck, it’s not easy.

He bites down on that damn lip again, a smirk pulling through. “Was it a good kiss?”

“It was quick, but with you, it’s always good.”

Leaning down, he seals his lips to mine, letting me show him how good a kiss between us can be. Giving him one he’ll remember, even if he doesn’t remember that one. My tongue works into his mouth with ease as he glides up and down my cock.

Breaking apart, he sits back, palms flat on my chest. My hands stay planted on his hips as I watch him ride me, the expression on his face blissed out as his eyes drink me in, the pale green almost fully overtaken by the darkness of his blown-out pupils.

Dragging my gaze down, I watch as my cock slides in and out of him, his own dick hard and bobbing, leaking a puddle onto my abdomen. I wrap a hand around him, pumping him in time with his movements. His eyes roll back as he moans, the sound beautiful to my ears. All of this is overwhelming; my heart feeling like it’s expanding. At this point, I don’t even know where I end, and Elias begins.

We’ve morphed into one as he rolls his hips on my lap, my hand working him closer to where he needs to be. The connection shared between us now—and truthfully, always—is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life. The way we move around and with one another like we’re linked mentally. He knows what I need, and me, him.

Even as I think it, it sounds insane. But is it? Or is this, just maybe, what love feels like?

I don’t have time to unpack all of that because Elias’s movements quicken, and I know he’s getting close. The whimpers and cries falling from his parted lips tell me as much.

My hand that’s not wrapped around him reaches up, taking his nipple between my fingers, teasing and tweaking as I keep a steady hand pumping him.

“Oh, fuck, Zeke…” I’ll never get tired of the way my name sounds rolling off his tongue. His nails dig into the flesh on my chest as his muscles tighten, body trembling. “Fuck, fuck… I’m coming. Oh, fuck.”

His body jerks, just slightly, as his cock explodes. He moans, long and low, as he rides his way through his release, sending me over the edge too, as I empty myself inside him.

Once he comes down, he collapses beside me, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Glancing over at me, he offers me a timid smile. Almost like he’s shy. It’s a rare sight.

“What a way to wake up,” I say, huffing out a laugh.

Rolling onto his side, his hands tuck under his head as he gazes at me, his cheeks still pink from his release. “This is the first time we’ve woken up together.”

“It is,” I confirm quietly, warmth rushing through my body as my chest expands, wishing it were a more regular occurrence. Wishing our relationship was a little easier. Less taboo. This feels so natural, so right. I refuse to believe it’s wrong.

We lie beside one another, a comfortable silence hanging between us. That is, until my stomach grumbles loud enough to wake the dead.

Elias rolls onto his back, barking out a laugh. “C’mon, let’s get some breakfast.”

Tugging on some sweats he finds on the floor, he tosses me a dirty shirt to wipe the mess off my chest before handing me my pants from last night. I make quick work of putting them on.

Before he opens the door, I grab him. “Wait!” He looks back at me. “Katie?”

Elias shakes his head, yanking the door open before turning around to face me, walking backwards as he does. “She’s gone. Shouldn’t be home till this afternoon at the earliest.”

“Well, isn’t that convenient,” I murmur, grabbing him by the hips and hauling him to me. Laughter that makes my chest swell bubbles out of him as he swats my pec before spinning on his heel, running down the stairs, leaving me to follow him.

At the bottom, I nearly run into him as he stops dead in his tracks, a hushed “fuck” cursed under his breath. Following his sight, my stomach shoots into my throat as I see Katie sitting on the couch, legs crossed, hands clasped in her lap, watching us.

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