Spiral (Off the Ice, #2) (87)

With a newfound purpose, I take all of him. I use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t, and revel in how warm and smooth he feels in my mouth.

Elias grips my chin, his eyes shining like he believes I hung the moon. “Come here.” He pulls me up to his lips, and he kisses me.

“I wasn’t done,” I mumble against his lips.

“Me neither,” he replies.

I open my mouth to protest, but he slips his fingers between my lips, making me suck them. As he slides them out, he traces a wet trail down to my hard nipples, flicking and pinching them until I’m a moaning mess.

“Take me to your room,” I pant.

Elias lifts me in his arms and takes me straight to his bedroom.

Kicking the door closed, he gently drops me on his bed and kneels in front of me. Parting my legs, he uses his thumb to rub the wet scrap of fabric between my thighs. He leaves a trail of kisses along my skin. Then Elias pulls the fabric tight, straining it between the wet folds and watching me writhe with unadulterated lust.

“Touch yourself. Look at how wet your pussy is from having my cock in your mouth.”

I hook my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and drag them down my legs. Elias helps me, and the stringy thing rips with just one tug before he tosses it away. Plunging one finger inside, my head falls back in pleasure, and Elias curses. When I show him my wet finger, he takes my wrist and sucks it clean.

“You taste better than I remember.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl. Clearly, I’m out of control. “You’ve been thinking about this?”

“Every fucking day,” he says, roughly yanking my hips to the edge of the bed. “Now make my dreams come true, Sage.”

His hot mouth seals over my clit, and my back arches. The swirl of his tongue and then the suction of his lips mix to send a high-pitched sound ringing in my ears. I’m electrified and floating all at once, my body sizzling like a hot grill.

When he pushes two fingers inside me, I fist the comforter. It was one thing having him touch me in the bathtub, but here, without the soapy water, the sight of his touch is intoxicating. His rhythm quickens and every muscle in my body contracts. His fingers scissor inside me, and there’s a flutter wreaking havoc in my stomach. Elias builds my orgasm to a crescendo.

This man should never have been celibate. Those four years were a step back for women everywhere.

“Please. Please make me come.”

“Too polite,” he rasps. My orgasm hangs in the invisible space between us, and I’m desperate for it.

“I need to come,” I barely whisper.

He shakes his head as he slows the moment to a torturous pace. “Try again.”

“Fucking hell, Elias. Make me come!”

His fingers curl in acquiescence, and I’m off to space on my little rocket ship. I hear him chuckling, but I’m too spent to care if he finds my stamina laughable. We might both be athletes, but nothing could have prepared me for this. For him.

Lifting onto my elbows, I crawl back toward the center of his bed, wanting every inch of him on me. He doesn’t need me to ask, because he follows me to where I want him, right on his back. I climb on top, and his eyes go wide, both of us just inches away from finally getting what we want.

I’m grinding on him, lost in the feel of him between my legs. Hot, thick, and hard. His handsome face watches in awe and his Adam’s apple bobs. “I want to feel you inside me, Elias.”

His guttural groan reverberated between my legs. “Please, Sage, just—fuck,” he moans. “I need a second, j-just give me a second, and then I want you to sit on my cock,” he stutters.

I nod, loving the tortured look on his face as he composes himself. His sweat-damp skin and tousled hair aren’t helping my patience, so I rub myself over his length. He grips my waist tightly, forcing me to stop but then pushing me down harder to grind on him. Like he can’t decide between wanting me to stop or continue.

“You’re too perfect. Fucking irresistible,” he says, cupping my face to bring my lips to his. He kisses me gently, sweetly, as if he isn’t harder than a pipe under me. As if I’m not close to whistling like a pressure cooker.

“Elias, I need you,” I whimper.

The four simple words seem to click everything in place for him as he shifts to give me exactly what I want. He releases my face to grab my waist, and I can practically taste the pleasure of having him inside me.

But he freezes, completely.

“Condom,” he grits out. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

My disappointment is that of someone finding coal in their Christmas stocking. “None?”

He looks up at me like I should know the answer to that. “If I did, they’d have expired about four years ago.”

Right, celibacy.

He runs a hand through his long hair. “I’m sure Aiden probably—”

“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean if you want to go without one,” I say. “But no pressure.”

“No pressure?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Sage, if you want that, I’ll give it to you. I’d give you anything. But if it’s about not having condoms, I’ll run to the store and get some.”

“No.” I shake my head, letting my hands fall flat against his chest. “It’s not only about that. I want to feel you. I want you exactly how you are, Elias.”