Page 101 of Wilde and Untamed
She’d been going crazy these past weeks, sharing his bed but unable to do more than cuddle. The frustration had built to a breaking point, especially when she’d catch him watching her with that intense look that said he was thinking about bending her over the nearest surface.
His tongue swept into her mouth, and she moaned, grinding down against the hard length she could feel pressing against her through their clothes. God, she needed this—needed him—with a desperation that should have frightened her but instead just made her wetter.
She wasn’t afraid of what she felt for him anymore. In fact, she wondered how she ever could have been scared of this. Being here in his apartment, living with him, just existing with him by her side felt as natural as breathing. They fit seamlessly into eachother’s lives—not because they were alike, but because they were different in all the right ways.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding beneath her tank top to caress the bare skin of her waist.
“Less talking,” she commanded, reaching down to dip her hand under the waistband of his sweats. She found his cock already hard, swelling in her hand with each stroke. “More fucking.”
His eyes darkened at her words, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yes, ma’am.”
In one fluid motion that made her gasp, he stood, lifting her with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her toward the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers. The easy display of strength made her pulse quicken. She’d always been the one in control, the one who called the shots, but with Elliot, she loved surrendering that control, even if just for a little while.
He dropped her on the bed with surprising roughness, considering how much hovering he’d done over the past few weeks.
She laughed as she bounced, and then he was there, covering her, his hands immediately tugging at the waistband of her leggings. “These need to go.”
“God, yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips to help him slide them down her legs.
The cool air hit her overheated skin, making her shiver. She wasn’t wearing underwear—hadn’t bothered after her shower at the gym—and Elliot’s sharp intake of breath when he realized it sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
“Christ, Rue,” he groaned, his gaze fixed between her thighs. He reached down and stroked a finger through her folds. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Been thinking about this all day,” she admitted, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “About you eating my pussy until I scream.”
His nostrils flared, and the muscle in his jaw ticked—the tell-tale sign that his famous control was slipping. Good. She wanted him wild and unleashed, wanted to feel the full force of his desire.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, his voice rough.
She complied eagerly, wincing only slightly as she raised her arms to pull the tank top over her head. Her sports bra followed, leaving her completely naked while he remained frustratingly clothed.
She saw his eyes go to her scar, still so fresh and pink, saw that flash of worry, saw him reel himself in. No, she wasn’t going to let him put a stop to this out of some misguided notion of chivalry. She might combust if he did.
“Uh-uh,” she said, nodding at his t-shirt. “Get naked, Wilde.”
“Rue—”
With a growl of frustration, she sat up and flipped their positions. He landed on the bed under her with an umph of exhaled air. She found the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen. “I’ve been cleared for sex, Elliot. I’m not going to break.” She bent down and pressed her lips to his collarbone, then dragged her tongue across his skin, savoring the salt and heat of him. “And right now, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes darkened to midnight as his hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh with delicious pressure. “You sure about that?” His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back.
“Absolutely fucking sure.” She ground her wet core against the hard ridge of his cock, still trapped in his sweatpants. Thefriction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Something snapped in him—she saw it happen, that moment when his control finally shattered. In one fluid motion, he flipped them again, pinning her beneath him with a growl that made her pussy clench with need.
“You want it rough?” His teeth grazed her earlobe as his hand slid between them, finding her slick folds. “You want me to fuck you hard, Trouble?”
“Yes,” she gasped as his fingers circled her clit. “God, yes.”
He slid two fingers inside her without warning, and she arched off the bed with a cry. It had been too long since she’d felt him like this, stretching her, filling her. Her body clenched around his fingers greedily as he pumped them in and out, his thumb working her clit in tight circles.
“So fucking wet,” he muttered, his breath hot against her neck. “You’re dripping for me.”
She writhed beneath him, chasing the pressure of his hand. “More,” she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I need more.”
He added a third finger, stretching her further, and curled them to hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Like that?”
“Yes!” Her hips bucked against his hand. “Yes, just like that.”
