Page 25 of Tainted Love
“Fuck … Oh—holy shit—Elias!”
My hands pull at his damp hair as I arch my back and push myself closer to his face. He hums his pleasure and my brain short circuits. I roll my hips unashamedly as he devours me, adding his finger and curling it deep inside me.
His teeth graze my clit and my hips buck. My cries ring out as my legs tighten around his head and his sweet torture sends me over the edge. I haven’t come as quick and hard as this … well, ever.
Elias isn’t done yet. His tongue continues to fuck me, and his finger keeps pumping in and out. The sounds which come from both him and my pussy are downright indecent.
It doesn’t take long for a second wave of pleasure to wash over me, and I almost pass out from the forces of it.
“Oh … fuck… Elias. Stop, please. I can’t take anymore,” I whine, tugging at his hair so hard it must sting. My whole body trembles, and I’m so overstimulated I struggle to catch a breath. “I … I … oh, my fucking god!” I practically scream out my third release.
Elias chuckles, nipping at the inside of my thigh before giving my now sopping cunt one final lazy lick. “That’s my good girl.” Annoyingly, my pussy throbs at his praise. As he stands up, Elias sucks his finger into his mouth, cleaning me off him.
My eyes drop to his crotch, and I take in the thick bulge which strains against the material. I bite down on my bottom lip as I think about what he would taste like.
He drops his hand down and palms himself through his swim shorts, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip as his dark eyes stare deep into my soul. A warm flush creeps up my heaving chest and spreads to my cheeks. We’re locked in astandstill, neither willing to break. His other hand lifts, and his thumb brushes over my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the tip, sucking on it gently.
The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks our standoff.
My eyes immediately flash to a young, smoking hot repairman standing in the doorway to the kitchen, who is trying to hide his amusement.
Elias leans in slowly, pressing his lips to my sweaty forehead. “Thanks for dessert, Duchess,” he murmurs, and steps back with a smirk. “She’ll be fixing you up for your work here today,” he tells the repairman, and claps him on the shoulder as he walks past.
Then he’s gone. He strolls right out of the kitchen as if he hasn’t just eaten me out on the breakfast bench where Roberta prepares all our meals. All in front of some random stranger.
I push off the marble, and my shaking legs almost give way when my feet hit the floor. My face flames as tug my dress down and bring my eyes up to the good-looking guy in his mid-to-late twenties.
“So,” he says, clearing his throat again and looking anywhere but my face. “Your air conditioning unit is up and running again. It just needed a new HVAC filter.”
His eyes drop to my discarded underwear on the floor before they slowly roam up my body. By the time he reaches my scowling face, his cheeks redden. “My, uh, boss will send you the invoice.”
“Great. You know where the door is.” I wave my hand in the direction, and he nods.
“Yeah … right.” He still hasn’t moved.
I narrow my eyes. “Can I help you with anything else?”
That finally gets him moving. When I’m left alone, I pick up my discarded underwear and slip them back on beforehunting around in the cupboards for some disinfectant spray. I take some deep, calming breaths as I wipe down the bench, and try hard to pull myself together.
Clearly, Elias thinks he’s going to break me. But I’m not that weak.
Game on, stepbrother. I refuse to let you win.
Chapter 14
Elias
IT TOOK EVERYTHING I have to walk out of that kitchen leaving her vulnerable and still coming down from multiple orgasms. Fuck, I haven’t tasted pussy since Jas.
The very first lick of Bea almost caused my resolve to snap completely. The way she gave into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she unashamedly rode my face. It made me want to pull my cock out there and then and sink it deep into her delicious cunt.
My chest tightens. I’m supposed to be in control here. But instead, my bitter resentment towards Bea for reminding me of the girl I lost is waning, and I’m feeling more … intrigued.
She’s becoming an obsession. I no longer know if I want to break her or own her.
I feel like an overstrung guitar string about to snap, so I take the stairs two at a time to the media room on the second floor. Forever Summer’s new practise space is directly below Bea’s bedroom. I close the door before pacing back and forth, tugging on my hair as I try to block out my final memories of Jas.
Blood.
