Page 34 of Hazel and Elijah Find Out: First They F*cked Around

This was not the kind of relationship I’d walk away from unscathed.

She pulled my mouth to hers, urgent and hungry. Her words were breathless, and so quiet, I almost didn’t hear her. “I thought about you so many times…”

My hand flexed, squeezing her harder, pressing her heat to my throbbing cock. “Are you telling me you made yourself come thinking about me?”

She bit her lip and nodded. Her brown eyes pleading and needy.

“With your hand or a toy?”

“Both.”

My cock twitched. “Fuck, baby.”

Her hips shifted, rubbing her cunt along my length. “God, you calling me that… Why is it so hot?”

She provoked something primal in me as a shiver ran over my scalp. I wanted to bite her neck and take her hard. I needed distance; otherwise, I was going to lose my fucking grip. I pressed her to the wall, putting a couple of feet between us.

“Show me.” I didn’t think I’d ever sounded so rough in my life.

Her hand twitched toward the hem of her skirt, then stopped. She chewed on her bottom lip and shook her head. “I can’t.”

It took everything in me not to tell her she could. And she fucking would.

That she’d done it unconsciously for me once.

But I wouldn’t push her without her permission.

Instead, I fisted the delicate lace in my hand. “Feeling shy, baby? Do you want me to show you? You wanna see how I fuck my hand thinking about you, remembering the feel of your cunt?”

She slid on the wall, her knees buckling, before she straightened again. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

I straightened and pulled my sweater over my head. She watched as I undressed, just like she’d done at the store, but this time it wouldn’t be a tease. I wouldn’t stop. This time it would end with both of us satisfied.

Pressing a hand to the wall over her shoulder, I supported my weight and took hold of my aching cock. She shuddered out a breath, her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress.

“I like to start slow.” I stroked from my base to my tip. “I don’t want to come too quickly. I want to savor the memory of you, and I know I’m going to come hard, anyway.”

I kissed just behind her ear and slipped my teeth on her earlobe.

She squirmed, her upper legs rubbing together.

As I rubbed my hand up and down my erection, she fed her skirt into her fists, inch by inch, until I caught a glimpse of her red satin panties. My hips jerked, and I knew I had to pause. I gripped my base, desperate for control.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

But I was too transfixed by her fingertips gliding down her mound and between her legs.

“Elijah,” she said, her voice throaty.

“Fuck.” I started rocking my hips, screwing into my hand.

Her whimpers and moans were gasoline on a flame already burning through me.

I fell to my elbow on the wall, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin of her neck. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but her arm brushed my stomach rhythmically.

The fingers of her free hand drove into the hair at the base of my skull, pulling me to meet her mouth.

I ran both hands up her ribs and found her hard nipples. I flicked and circled my thumbs over them. She arched her back, pulling on my hair hard. It was a good thing I’d stopped jerking off when I had, or I’d be spilling all over her thighs.

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