Spiral (Off the Ice, #2) (88)

He groans, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a pink flush on his cheeks that makes me suppress a bright smile. Elias Westbrook is blushing.

“Are you sure?”

“It would be a shame not to feel your piercings inside me.”

When he kisses me, I feel sparks all over. Confidence emanates from him, and if I ever said he was shy when it came to sex, he’s proving me wrong in every way he can.

“Then fuck me how you want, Sage, and I’ll make sure you feel everything.”





THIRTY-EIGHT


ELIAS




THE FOUR-YEAR WAIT is worth every second.

There’s no hesitation when Sage lowers herself on me, but my entire body roars to life and simultaneously hums to a stop. The two sensations pulsing under my skin are an impossible combination. Sage moans and the sound of it snaps me back to reality. She squeezes around me so perfectly, I moan.

“It’s too much,” she cries. Her head hangs and her curly hair fans her face. She looks at me through her lashes, brows furrowed, but she’s only halfway down.

“Not for you,” I rasp. “You take my cock so well. We can make it fit in this perfect pussy, right, baby?”

Her eyes glow at the challenge. I draw slow circles on her swollen clit and watch as her arousal coats my fingers. She slides down my length easily until I’m buried to the hilt. The moment the piercing at the base of my shaft hits her clit, she gasps and curls her fingers on my chest.

Sage drops her forehead to mine, and I hold her hips to rock them. We stare at each other, and when she caresses my face, thick cords of something massive and foreign knot around my heart.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

These words cut off my air supply. I’d expect nothing less. But at a moment where I’m taking so much from her, I can’t have her worrying about me. Even if it feels damn good.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” I drag her over my piercing, making the stars in her eyes reappear. “You like that, Sage? Like the way it feels on your clit?”

Sage nods quickly.

In the cloudy haze of her grinding on top of me, I let my hands roam her body. I watch my wet dreams personified with pure satisfaction.

It takes a second for me to look up again. “Good. It’s only for you.”

She rides me harder, like those words mean everything to her.

“You like being the first to take my pierced cock in this pretty pussy?” The words grind out, and I shouldn’t be asking when I’m this close to coming. I search for a rhythm that keeps her moaning loudly. Her pussy squeezes so tightly around me that I clench my jaw to hold back.

She whimpers. “Yes.”

“Then get on your back and let me watch your eyes roll.”

She’s flat on her back in one swift movement. I take my time kissing all the way up her body until I take one puckered nipple into my mouth and release it with a pop.

“Please, Elias,” she whispers desperately. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her fingers slide into my hair and pull me to her mouth. I’m situated between her legs, and it feels like heaven when she squeezes them around my waist, urging me forward. I slip my tongue into her mouth and play with her tits until her nipples are hard peaks under my thumb. I pull away to kiss along her neck, and her vanilla scent gives me a head rush.

“Want me to keep going?” I whisper as my hands travel to where her hips buck.

“I’ve wanted you to keep going since the moment I met you. I’ve made that pretty damn obvious, Westbrook.”

The mouth on this girl. I’ll never get tired of it. Never get tired of her.

Kissing her is the only thing keeping this slow and at a pace that I can follow. With Sage, I know she won’t care how long this lasts, but I’m determined to make this good for her.

“We can go slower,” Sage offers.

I kiss the considerate words off her lips and let my fingers slip between her wet folds, playing with her clit until she’s so far gone her eyes are rolling back.

“Elias, it’s too much. It’s too good.” Her nails dig into the strained muscles of my back, and I’m sure there will be marks on my skin. As long as they’re from her, I don’t care.

“Take what you need, because I’m about to fuck you exactly how I want.”

She makes a grateful sound. “This is so much better than just imagining you touching me.”

Jesus. She wants me to take it slow, but if she continues saying shit like that, I won’t be able to. Especially when her hips buck as I grip the base of my dick and press the head to her slick core.

But I’m a glutton for punishment. “What do you usually think about?”

She slides her fingers down my abs, which are working overtime right now. “This is pretty damn close.” Then she pauses. “But it’s usually me in the shower, and you on your knees.”

I choke back a groan. “We can arrange that.”

She straightens her strong, toned legs to rest them on my shoulders, showcasing her insane flexibility. I nip the inside of her thigh, making her yelp before I soothe the area with open-mouthed kisses.

Sage moves her hips as if she’s desperately searching for my cock to fill her again. I use the tip to spread her arousal all over her already soaked pussy.