by K E Osborn
Eli moves back in kissing me forcefully.
I shift to the button and zipper on his pants. Somehow, I manage, then yank his jeans over his tightly toned ass, and they tumble to the floor in a heap. He steps out of his boots and jeans easily as my eyes open wide in shock at the size of his hard cock standing perfectly at attention. It’s perfect and everything I’ve imagined.
He watches me intently, a charge flowing through the air, the chemistry igniting between us as he takes his cock in his hand and pumps once, a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip.
Fuck, that was hot.
Suddenly, he pulls me by my legs closer to the edge of the countertop. I let out a small squeal as his eyes linger over my naked body. The way his eyes are watching me makes my heart race.
It’s like he’s a hunter, and I’m his prey.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Lily. I want to taste every inch of you.” His voice is deep and raspy like he’s having trouble holding his shit together.
Eli steps closer, tension running through the air as his eyes lock onto mine. His hand slides around the back of my head, his fingers looping into my hair, gripping it tight. I gasp as he yanks my head back exposing my neck. My heart rate spikes, but I sit on the counter, my chest poking out, neck exposed as his nose moves in sliding from my collar bone upward. The move so fucking hot I’m wiggling on the spot trying to dull the ache.
“You’re a bad girl, Lily,” he murmurs.
I raise my brow, continuing to keep my composure as he trails hard kisses along my exposed neck.
“Am I?” I ask.
“No one has made me feel vulnerable… you do.” Eli moves in sucking just below my ear. I can hardly hear him. I’m having so much trouble concentrating because he’s working me up so much with his seduction.
Eli yanks on my hair, pulling my head back a little more, and I whimper, more from the fact that my clit is aching so bad I need him to touch me. “Do you need me to apologize for that Eli because I only see it as a good thing?”
He chuckles. “There you go with that smart mouth.”
Tensing as his hand slides between my legs pressing on my clit, I moan in delight. I haven’t felt pleasure for so damn long, and as it ripples through me, I gasp out panting for breath. My head falls back while his lips move down to my chest. His kiss ignites my skin as his finger works me up. I rock against him, feeling so fucking good.
“I need you to feel me. Only me.” His voice smothers me. It wraps around me until my breaths become stuttered as I pant, needing air. He’s invading my very soul, every part of me as he works me to the edge. Eli’s playing me like I’m his instrument of choice, and I’m only just holding on for the symphony. His hands are strong, and it’s coming through in his movements.
I’ve never met a man like him. So powerful. So confident. He has an aura about him, a self-assurance that makes it hard not to like him. And at this moment while he presses on my clit working me up higher and higher, I’m finding it hard to find reasons to keep myself away from him.
My fingers cling on his skin, my nails digging into his biceps as I rise higher and higher toward my peak.
“Come for me, Lily,” he murmurs, then takes my nipple into his mouth sucking hard at the same time he presses and circles on my clit. The overwhelming feeling hits me quicker than I imagined. My body shudders as my chest tightens in response. I clench my eyes closed as flashes of light dance behind them. My skin coats in a fine sheen of sweat as my entire body tenses and then shudders with the intensity of the explosion inside of me.
Eli circles once more, and I scream out his name, “Fuck, Eli…”
He groans as his hands move to my ass cheeks, pulling me in line with him. His hooded eyes meet mine, and he stares at me. “Please don’t tell me to stop,” he begs.
“Don’t ever stop,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and preparing to hold on.
Eli doesn’t hesitate as he lines his cock up with my pussy. Both of us panting for frantic breaths.
We can’t wait.
We need each other.
His eyes lock onto my foggy ones as he seeks his permission one last time.
“Yes,” I pant, my voice sounding so damn needy.
With that single word spoken, he thrusts up inside of me, his huge cock filling me to the hilt as we become one. Eli feels amazing as we both groan out in satisfaction until I feel him inside of me completely. I gasp as my hands grip onto his back, pulling him as close as fucking possible. I didn’t know I could feel this close to someone, not only physically but emotionally too. I know this is only the first time we’ve been together, but the connection is undeniable as I pull back, staring in his eyes. He’s looking at me the same way like he knows something’s happening.
Something deep.
Unwavering.
He pulls back, exhales, then starts to thrust, slowly for a second, letting me adjust. The feeling of his thickness moving inside of me is like nothing I’ve had before. We fit together in a way I never thought possible. His eyes meet mine, and we stare into each other’s eyes.
It’s like we know.
We both know this is going to change something between us.
Eli leans in pressing his lips to mine. He feels so fucking good inside of me that I can’t help but moan as he starts to move faster. We pick up speed as he fucks me on my kitchen counter, my nails digging into his back as I grind into him wanting him as deep as he can get.
His hand runs up my back, coming in behind my neck where he squeezes a little. Not hard, just enough to send a shockwave through me as he pulls me onto him further. The move, not shocking from him, but a show of dominance, and from an alpha male like Eli, I like that he has two sides to him. He can fuck hard, and he can be tender too. Some might get whiplash from it, but me, I love the adventure. Eli grips harder, and because he’s holding my neck from behind, it’s not cutting off my air, but it only makes me hotter for him as he fucks me.
He starts to really work us up, hard and fast, the energy making this fucking thrilling. This is a high I could quickly get used to and want again and again. We fit together perfectly.
Eli thrusts back and forth, fucking me as we both pant, moan, and groan, needing each other as my pleasure starts to build again. I feel his cock jerking inside of me, and I know he’s close as my body begins to shudder. The heat rolls over my skin while lights flash behind my eyes. My fingernails clench as I bring my lips to his to kiss him passionately.
Soon my body tenses all over, the pressure building as everything hits at the same time.
Eli thrusts, hitting just the right spot as the energy smacks into me like a freight train sending off a tidal wave of pleasure through my body. I scream out his name as my orgasm pummels my senses, exploding inside of me like shattering glass tingling out to every corner of my body. I gasp at the same time he moans with a jolt, unloading his cum inside of me while we ride the wave together.
I pant for breath as I slowly descend.
Eli releases my neck sending a tingle down my spine. Then he leans in kissing me, slowly, tenderly, and with more passion. It’s his gentle side, and I fucking love it as we continue to rock together.
Gazing into my eyes as Eli pulls back, he brings his hand up to caress my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Slowly pulling out of me, leaving me atop the kitchen counter as he moves in leaning against it beside me. “Wow,” he murmurs.
“Ah-huh… couldn’t agree more. We’re so damn good at that.”
His eyes meet mine. “Oh, yeah… we’re definitely doing that again.” Suddenly, his face falls, his complexion turning white. “Shit.”
I tense. “What?”
“We didn’t use protection.” The panic on his face is priceless.
I comfortingly rub his shoulders. “I’m on the pill. It’s fine.”
“Thank fuck.” He visibly relaxes as he slumps his body.
“So, ahh�
� you want to stay the night?”
Eli turns to face me, wrapping his arms around me again, then presses his forehead against mine. “After that, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
My body warms as I plant a quick peck on his lips. “Want to have a quick shower, then go to bed?”
His face brightens. “Yeah, I wanna hold you tonight.”
And there he is—gentle Eli.
I think my ovaries just exploded.
Swoon.
I’m startled awake by the blaring of my alarm clock. I sit upright in bed abruptly as I shake off the tiredness. Blinking a few times, I rub my face trying to gather my bearings.
“Will you turn that off?”
My head snaps to the side to see Eli in my bed as he yanks a pillow over his head.
Oh. My. God.
It wasn’t a dream.
Eli and I spent all night fucking in my bed.
Oh, fuck, my pussy’s sore. Every damn muscle in my body is aching.
Yep.
It really happened, there’s no doubt.
“Lily,” he groans.
I quickly turn, slapping my alarm to turn it off.
“Eli, I have to go to work,” I tell him as I lean down planting a tender kiss on his damn sexy chest, then jump out of bed.
He pulls the pillow from his head, with one eye open. “It’s early.”
“I know.”
Eli rolls over and sits up on the bed, the sheets falling away from his gloriously naked body, but he faces me, keeping his back away from my line of sight. “Like stupid o’clock, Lily. Who works this early?”
“Busy people. I pretty much work seven days a week at the moment.”
“Damn, girl, I need to get you out more.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I mumble as I move about getting dressed.
He reaches out as I rush past the bed, yanking me down on top of him. I let out a little squeal as he wraps his arms around me. “Stay here… have a day off with me.”
I giggle. “I’m not a CEO who can make my own hours, Eli. I have to go in, I have important meetings today.”
He groans falling back to the bed, grumbling like an errant child. “Fine! But I let you go begrudgingly.”
I laugh, continuing to get dressed as he lays in bed naked and unashamed watching me. “Are you going to stay here all day?”
He exhales, pulling the sheets back off his legs, so I can see his completely gloriously naked body which instantly makes me want to go again. I turn away in an attempt to control myself.
“No. I’m up. Just worn out from all that exercise someone gave me last night,” he jests.
I scoff out a laugh, throwing his shirt at him as I walk out of the room to make breakfast. I move about quickly, then prepare coffee, which seems to be our thing.
My eyes shift to the kitchen counter as I remember last night and how he fucked me on top of it.
My insides begin to throb with want all over again.
Eli does things to me. He makes me feel. Things I didn’t even know I could.
“I’m here,” Eli announces, breaking me from my reminiscing as he finally comes out from the bedroom. He leans in kissing me, then takes his coffee from the counter. “So, this weekend in the evenings… you have plans?”
I try to hide my excitement. “Not that I’m aware of. What do you have in mind?”
“You, me, your bed… all night long.”
I giggle. “Sounds perfect.” I drink the last mouthful of my coffee and pick up my keys. “But right now, I have to go.”
Eli sips on his coffee while raising his brow. “I haven’t even had two sips of my coffee.”
“It’s the quick or the dead around here in the mornings, Eli. Now snap-snap, time’s-a-wastin’.” I slap him on his ass as I walk past, making him laugh as he places his almost full mug on the counter.
“I like it when you’re bossy. It’s a damn turn on,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “Out!”
Eli laughs, turning for the door, grabbing his stuff on the way through. I also pick up mine, and we head out the door. I watch as he checks something on his phone. Once the house is secure, I turn and walk with him to his ride.
“Thank you for an amazing night. I’ll talk to you soon. Probably through the day when I get so bored at work, I will want to stab myself in the eye with a pencil.”
He bursts out laughing. “Wow! That’s scarily specific.”
“I’ve imagined it multiple times.”
He wraps his arms around me. “Note to self… watch out for serial killer tendencies.” He taps himself on the head. “Got it.”
I roll my eyes as I loop my arms around his neck and lean in kissing him goodbye. This is effortless with Eli. I hate that I’m digging myself into a damn hole with him. I should tell him I’m an attorney, but I don’t want him to think differently of me. Attorneys don’t have the best reputations, let’s face it. We’re sometimes seen as conniving, calculating, shrewd, and will do anything to win a case. I guess I’m not telling Eli because of my guilt.
Right now, with Raphael’s case, I feel so much of it that it’s tearing me up inside.
I’m embarrassed about being an attorney while working on this case. But if I need to move forward in this firm, I need to step it up.
Your name on the wall, that’s what you’re working for.
LIFT
I’m sitting at the club bar drinking, wondering how Lily’s day’s going. I know she has a busy one, so I’m trying not to crowd her, though all I want is to message her.
Trax walks over and sits next to me with that lopsided smirk on his face. “How’d your hot date go? Noticed you didn’t come home last night.” I can’t help but fight back a smirk as Trax slaps me on the back. “You old dog.”
“It’s super early still, but I like her. Trouble is… I lied to her about who I am.”
“Why would you go and do a dick move like that?” Trax laughs.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Well, sometimes you just gotta treat these kinds of things like a Band-Aid and rip it the fuck off. If she sticks around, then you know she’s worth it. If not… it wasn’t meant to be, brother.”
“How did you get so insightful?”
“A good woman and some kids will do that to you.”
“Everyone keeps saying that shit to me.”
A message comes through on my cell, and I pull it out to see it’s from Lily, while Trax and Torque continue to chat amongst themselves.
Lily: Having a shitty day, hope yours is better. Would rather have stayed in bed with you. I should have listened to you. Next time, tell me to listen to you! ;)
I weakly smile and reply.
Me: I’d much rather be in bed with you too. Would rather be kissing you…
Warmth floods my body as I imagine my lips on hers. Somehow kissing Lily, or at least the thought of it, makes the tension in the room feel a little lighter.
“You look like a fuckin’ lovesick puppy right now, Lift.” When I look up, Torque’s grinning at me like there’s no tomorrow.
I exhale. “Yeah, right! It’s just Lily. She texts and…” I scrub my hand over my head. “I don’t fucking know, brother.”
Torque and Trax’s lips both turn upward but not in a teasing or mocking way, it’s more genuine.
“You like her. That’s a good thing, Lift. It’s about time you caught up with the rest of us,” Trax offers.
“What my dipshit brother means to say is, we’re happy you’re happy. You should bring her here. Introduce us. I know you’re having issues with the club and her and what it all means. But maybe if you bring her here, show her what we’re all about, that we’re family orientated, it might not be such a big blow for her.”
I let those words sink in.
Maybe I don’t have to tell her I’m in a motorcycle club—I can simply show her.
Make her see that it’s not bad. Not all doom and gloom like she would automatically
think if I told her outright.
Yes. This is the way to go.
“Thanks, pres, that will help a fuckload. I’ll make a time to bring her over. We can let everyone know, so they can be on their best behavior.”
“We’re always on our best behavior.” Trax chuckles.
I snort out a laugh. “Not fucking likely.” I turn to make a call to Lily. I want to set up a time to bring her to ‘my place.’ I’ve just got to see when she’s available.
I’m doing this.
I’m coming clean.
VIBE
We’ve been called into a meeting with Hayley’s prosecuting attorney. Torque’s with us for added support, which comforts me. Hayley, though, seems nervous as all hell as we walk the pristine, bland halls. Fuck, I’m way out of place here. It’s as if any second the police are going to storm in, forcing Torque and me to the ground. It’s not like they haven’t done that shit before. It makes my skin crawl being here. That, and the reason why we’re here. This whole thing is making me more uneasy by the second.
I reach out linking my fingers with Hayley. She says nothing but takes my hand. Her palm is sweaty, her face is somber, and I hate the fact she has to go through this bullshit. The prosecutor, Daniel Beecham, opens a giant frosted glass door and leads us inside. The rectangular office is small compared to the others in this building. It contains a medium-size desk with six chairs. Daniel takes the head of the table. Torque, the other end, and Hayley and I in the middle.
This is far too fucking formal for me.
Hayley visibly shudders as she sits, and a wave of anger surges over me again. A cream manilla envelope sits on the desk as Daniel folds his hands together into a tight ball on the tabletop. “Hayley, we’re going to be running over a few things with you today, but I need you to know anything that is said in here is purely for your benefit.”