Page 25 of Stick Work

“T,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need, and then his lips press against my stomach, just above the waistband of my shorts. I gasp, the sound hanging heavy in the air between us. He glances up again, his gaze searching mine, checking in on me. Since I can’t find words, I lift my hips, and grip his hair, guiding his mouth back to my body.

A small chuckle rumbles in his throat and vibrates through me. As I tremble, he shifts, pressing a thick thigh between my legs, slowly forcing them apart. His eyes hold promise when they meet mine, and if I could articulate, I’d tell him to hurry.

The next thing I know, he’s over me, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress. His hands find mine, and he laces our fingers together as he lifts them above my head. Moving his hips, his hard cock straining against his boxers, he grinds against my tight clit, and my body ignites.

I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me as his mouth finds mine. Parting my lips, welcoming him into my mouth, my body, I move beneath him and he deepens the kiss, devouring me with his tongue.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips as he grinds against my core.

My God, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to shatter. “Elias, please,” I whisper, the needy desperation in my voice doing something to him.

Answering my plea, he begins to trail down my body, leaving a blazing path of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat and collarbone. When his lips close over my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt, he growls again, a deep, primal sound that sends shivers racing through me until they settle in my sex.

“Off,” he orders, his voice a rough command. Before I can react, his arm slides around me, pulling me up as he leans back onto his heels between my spread legs, his hands firm and steady as they guide me. “Arms up,” he says. I instantly do as he asks, my arms shaky as I lift them, my chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

The moment he peels the shirt over my head and I sit before him bare, his lids drop. A new kind of look comes over his face, one of softness and awe, maybe even pure adoration. It steals my breath. I have never in my life been on the receiving end of a look like that before. Everything in his eyes makes me feel wanted…worshipped.

In this moment, as he looks his fill, there’s no question. This man is going to take everything I’m offering…and then some.

And I might never be the same again…

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Elias

With her breath coming fast now, I nudge her until she falls back onto the pillow, her hair flaring around her. I lightly touch the band on her sleep shorts as my heart thumps. Jesus, she’s the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever set eyes on, and I get to touch her.

Thank God I have only half a working brain cell, otherwise I’d have no choice but to stop this. We both know how wrong it is. Then again, who am I kidding? Even if all my brain cells were firing at top speed, I probably wouldn’t change a thing. In fact, it would probably take the entire Buck’s defense to keep me from her and even then, I doubt they could.

I’ve wanted her for so long now, and with the urgent, needy way she’s looking up at me, she’s as desperate as I am. So yeah, in a way I’m doing this for her.

Whatever you have to tell yourself, dude.

I nearly snort out a laugh as I bend lower, my mouth brushing against her skin. Not only did I love seeing her in my T-shirt earlier, I love the scent of my shower gel on her skin. I breathe her in as I kiss her stomach, my tongue tasting as it teases her body. Her hips lift, her needy desperation urging me lower.

I stop just above the lace of her sleep shorts, growling softly as I nip at the fabric. Her achy whimper sends heat straight to my core, tightening every nerve in my body. My cock thickens impossibly more, urging me to slide inside her, but there’s so much I need and want to do to her first, and since we only have this weekend, maybe only tonight. I don’t want this over before it even begins.

I press my mouth against her, dampening the material with my tongue, and she bucks beneath me, her hips rising to meet my touch.

“Elias, please,” she begs.

I glance up as she props herself on her elbows, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, and there’s a flicker in her eyes—part curiosity, part something softer. Innocence? No. No way. But for a split second, I freeze, questions pounding through my mind. Has she done this before?

Her expression shifts, her eyes darkening as my chin brushes against her clit, and a gasp catches in her throat as her head falls back. That sound, her need, wraps around me and pulls me under. I relax, my shoulders dropping. What am I even thinking? Of course, she’s done this before.

Sure, she might not have the same experience I do, simply because I’m older. But everyone experiments in college, right? That’s just what people do—test the waters, explore, figure things out. Because if she hadn’t... if I was her first? Jesus. I’d be out of here faster than a freight train on speed. Not because I wouldn’t want her. Jesus, I want her. But because she deserves better from me.

So does her brother…

Whoa.

I freeze as that reminder slams into my brain like a cold bucket of water. What the fuck am I doing?

“Elias,” she murmurs, sliding her hand down her body and dipping her fingers into her damp shorts. All thoughts flee as she touches herself, her body arching, curving, her moans echoing in the room and massaging my balls.

With my focus solely back on her, I ask, “You need me, babe?” I’m not sure why I need to hear the words, but I do.

With her free hand, she reaches out to me, and I take it, pressing a kiss to her palm as she answers. “I need you.”

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