Page 82 of Redeeming Melodies

With a slow, deliberate motion, his hand drifted lower, tracing down the line of my hips, fingers ghosting over my skin until they found my hole, his touch careful, almost reverent as he circled the spot with a soft, teasing motion that made me shiver. He looked up, meeting my eyes as he pressed a finger inside, slow and gentle, watching my reaction with a look that told me he was as in this as I was.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down,” he said, his voice husky, but that careful edge remained, like he was still making sure I felt safe, like he was willing to stop at any second if I asked.

I shook my head, pressing my hips forward, wordlessly urging him on. “Don’t you dare. I want all of it… all of you.”

He added another finger, stretching me with a precision that only made me want him more, his fingers curling inside me in a way that left me gasping, my grip on his shoulders tightening as the heat built between us.

“Damn, Elliot… you feel so good,” he muttered, his breath hot against my neck, his body pressed tight against mine, and it felt like we were both losing ourselves, both completely wrapped up in the moment. The tension, the heat—it was almost overwhelming, and I found myself clinging to him, wanting to be as close as humanly possible.

Finally, he lined himself up, his cock pressing against me, and for a moment, he just stayed there, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against mine as he looked into my eyes. There was something in his gaze—a question, maybe, or a plea—and I felt my heart pound harder, feeling like everything I wanted was wrapped up in this moment.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

I nodded, swallowing hard, bracing myself as I murmured, “Yeah. Take me.”

And he did. He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, his face contorting with a mix of restraint and pleasure as hefilled me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me close until he was buried inside me. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders, the heat of him overwhelming as I felt him, fully, intimately, in a way that went beyond words.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with need as he held himself there, waiting, giving me a moment to adjust, to feel him, and the care in that gesture made me feel a surge of something deeper.

“Move,” I urged, my voice barely above a whisper, but he heard me, and his hips began to rock, slow and steady, each thrust bringing us closer, each movement igniting a fire between us that I never wanted to extinguish.

His pace picked up, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust into me, his body in perfect rhythm with mine, and I felt myself melting into him, the pleasure building with each movement, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

“Jake… I’m close,” I panted, my voice breaking as the pleasure grew, my entire body tingling, overwhelmed by the feeling of him, of us, together.

“Me too,” he managed, his voice barely a whisper as he drove into me faster, harder, both of us teetering on the brink until, finally, it all crashed over us in a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure, leaving us gasping, clinging to each other as we came down from the high, our breaths mingling, our bodies still locked together.

We stayed there, tangled in each other, the weight of what we’d just shared settling between us, comfortable and warm, like something we didn’t need to put into words.

OPENING UP

Moonlight painted stripes across Elliot's skin, turning him into something almost unreal. But he's here, solid and warm against me, fingers tracing patterns on my chest like he's mapping territory he plans to claim. Never thought I'd have this - never thought I'd want it this much.

"You're thinking too loud." His voice came soft in the dark, breath warm against my neck. "Share with the class?"

A laugh escaped me, shaky but real. "Just processing. This is all kind of new territory for me."

"The guy part or the letting someone in part?"

"Both." My hand found his hair, surprisingly soft between my fingers. "Though right now I'm mostly thinking about Jimmy."

His body tensed slightly. "The case?"

"Yeah." The guilt rushed back - how I missed the signs, trusted the wrong person. "Ramirez was right there, sitting across from me every day, and I never saw it coming."

"Hey." Elliot propped himself up on one elbow, those green eyes serious even in the dim light. "You caught him. That's what matters."

"After he put Jimmy in the hospital." The words tasted bitter. "Some sheriff I am."

"Tell me." His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek. "Tell me how you got here. What made you want this life?"

"Not exactly a bedtime story." But his steady gaze broke through my defenses. "Used to be the kind of guy Ramirez is. Mean. Angry. Taking my shit out on people who didn't deserve it."

"Jake"

"No, let me get this out." The words felt like gravel in my throat. "Remember how Caleb and Liam are together now? That almost didn't happen because of me. Outed them at prom, watched their whole world fall apart because I was too fucked up to deal with my own issues."

His hand stayed on my face, grounding me as the memories flood back.

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