Page 47 of Not Your Girl
“Mine, huh?”
I stand and straddle her where she sits on the couch, bending to kiss her, licking into her mouth so she can taste herself on my tongue, groaning when she tugs my hair and takes the kiss deeper. “Yours. All of me is yours.” It should feel too soon for those words, but it doesn’t because this is Amelia, and I can’t explain any of it, but I feel like I’ve known her forever, and I will keep on knowing her for an eternity. I think she feels the same because her eyes flash and she tugs me back to her, kissing me again, her mouth against mine saying more than words ever could. When we break apart, her eyes flash with mischief.
“I think it’s time for me to explore what’s mine.”
I grin at her. “I want nothing more than your hands on every inch of me, but you’re going to have to give me just a minute to recover. I blew right in my boxers when you came on my tongue.”
Her mouth drops open. “You did not.”
I put one hand on my heart and use the other to gesture to the wet spot on my pants. “Sure as fuck did.”
She lets out a delighted laugh and then slides a hand down my torso and under my waistband, swiping her fingers through the mess in my boxers then putting them straight into her mouth and licking my cum right off them, her eyes on mine the entire time. “How much recovery time do you need, exactly?” she asks innocently.
Mother. Fucker.
“I’m good to go,” I say quickly, standing and lifting her into my arms, racing down the hallway to my bedroom, her laughter reverberating off the walls the whole way there.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AMELIA
Elliot tosses me on the bed, and I laugh again as I land on the mattress with a bounce. He stands over me, his eyes on mine as he pushes his sweatpants down, and then I’m not laughing anymore as the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen springs up, long and hard and glistening at the tip. He gives it a long, slow tug, hissing as he rolls his hand over the head, and I just came five minutes ago, but arousal is already buzzing between my legs.
“Jesus, Ames. You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to come again before I even get inside you. And I really, really want to be inside you. With the way you squeezed my fingers, I already know that perfect pussy going to feel amazing around my cock.”
I smirk at him. “Such a dirty mouth on you, Professor Wyles.”
“Shit,” he mutters, as his cock jerks against his stomach.
My smirk turns to a full-blown grin. “Have a little professor/student kink there, El?”
He chuckles, even as his eyes go dark. “In all my years of teaching, I can honestly say I never have before, but with you, I seem to be doing a lot of things for the first time.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
His eyes flash and he stalks towards the bed, crawling onto it and hovering over me on all fours, his eyes locked with mine. “Very.” He leans down and kisses me, slow and deep. “Very.” Another kiss. “Lucky.” He seals his mouth over mine, our tongues tangling as I taste the lingering flavors of our joint releases, and it sends another bolt of arousal straight through me.
Elliot’s chuckle against my lips is the last thing I would expect, but when he raises his head, his eyes are full of both amusement and heat. “Sorry. It’s just that now all I can think about is locking the door to my office and doing very, very bad things to you on top of my desk.”
Okay, well, now that’s all I can think about too, and the visual is too hot for words. I’ve always liked sex, but judging from the last half hour, sex with Elliot Wyles is going to be a religious experience. “How about you do some more very, very bad things to me right here first?”
“Count on it, Mystery Girl.”
We lock eyes and I reach up, laying a hand over his heart. “That’s a pretty fast heartbeat, El.”
He takes my other hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing kisses to my knuckles. “I can’t help it. I’m fucking desperate for you, Amelia. The way I feel about you?” He breaks off, shaking his head. “I don’t understand it. I can’t make it make sense. It feels crazy, a little terrifying, for there to be so much in me for you, so fast.” He stops talking again and blows out a breath. “Does that freak you out?”
I smile, running the hand on his heart down his torso, my fingers brushing his cock before I wrap my hand around him,stroking slowly, loving the way his eyes go dark and a little feral, his whimper a shot straight to my clit. “It probably should. If it was anyone else, it probably would. But for some reason, with you, crazy feels exactly right. There’s something here, El. Some big something here.”
He sucks in a breath at my words, the same words he gave me on the plane six months ago. It was true then and it’s true now. Dipping his head, Elliot kisses me like I’m the answer to all of his questions. It’s slow and deep, and then it’s fierce and frenzied.
I reach down and grab his ass, yanking him down on top of me, and he breaks the kiss, dragging his tongue and teeth over my neck, licking and sucking at every spot that makes me gasp and moan, knowing exactly where to touch me to drive me wild.
And when he reaches down and swipes through my slit, pushing two fingers back inside me, I groan, lifting my hips to chase the fullness I’m already addicted to.
“That’s right, baby,” Elliot rasps, leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “You’re such a good fucking girl, making this perfect pussy flutter around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.”
“How about we do that right now?” I gasp out as he pushes a third finger inside me, curling them up and hitting a spot that makes my legs go weak.
