Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(37)

Suddenly, his mouth disappeared, but it reappeared in the form of gentle bite at my side. He dragged his tongue up the curve of my breast and plucked my nipple between his fingers before sensually rolling it.

“Oh, God!” I gasped and grabbed the back of his head, trying to aim his mouth somewhere, although I wasn’t particularly sure where I wanted him to start.

My hand fell away as Till rose to his knees. He watched as I undulated under his skilled touch. He wasn’t the only man I had ever been with, but he was the only one my body recognized.

“Fucking hell, Eliza. Do you have any idea how hard you make me?” He glided his other hand up my stomach until it reached my breast. “I f*cking love when I get here and you’re already in bed. Your nipples get hard for me the second I crawl through that window. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve left here with blue balls from these f*cking nipples alone.”

That was definitely news to me. Fan-f*cking-tastic news to me.

He firmly squeezed my breasts before leaning forward and swiping his tongue across one. Then he switched to the other and came back again.

“Goddamn, I love your tits,” he said through breathy kisses then sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as he possibly could.

His hand massaged and his tongued swirled. I wished I could have come from that alone, but I needed more. My legs opened and I inched myself down the bed as I sought out some form of pressure against my clit.

“Please. Till.” My hips circled off the bed but came up empty.

He noticed my need and shifted up the bed, pressing his thigh against my covered core. Sparks ignited me the moment I found friction. Just as I reached down to once again find his cock, his hands disappeared, causing a strangled objection to escape my throat.

“I need to see it,” his jagged voice demanded, but it wasn’t like I was trying to stop him. I’d have shown him damn near anything he wanted at that point. I just didn’t know what he was referring to.

He guided my back off the bed, and then, with one hand, he unclasped my bra and slid it off my arms. No sooner than I was exposed, he groaned deeply and brushed his nose across my nipple, laving his tongue under the curve of my right breast.

“I haven’t been able to come without envisioning this freckle. It f*cking ruined me.”

“It’s a just freckle. It can’t ruin you,” I said breathily, continuing to grind myself against his thigh.

“Bullshit. It’s your freckle. It could destroy me.”

My chest seized at his words, and my hips stilled.

It had always been Till for me, but with that sentiment, I felt like maybe it was always me for Till. The sense of overwhelming belonging set me ablaze. The burning heat made its way to my hands as I threaded my fingers in his hair and fisted it to tilt his head back.

“I want you. Now,” I said brazenly.

He drew in a hiss through his teeth, leaning away from my grasp to increase the tension. The muscles of his neck flexed as his eyes narrowed, and a one-sided smile tipped his lips. It was the wrong side though. This smile was dangerous, but under his touch, I was fearless.

“Take whatever you want. It’s all yours anyway.” He finished with a nip.

I tugged his shirt off then went to work on his pants. They were already unzipped, but I wanted them gone. I roughly pushed Till down to his back and slid off the bed, taking his pants with me. After that, mine gave his company on the floor.

His cock sprung free, and without a second of hesitation, I kneeled on the bed and took him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth as his hands made their way into my hair. He brushed it to the side and watched me intently. His abs rippled as I worked him, but as much as I loved his every involuntary reaction, his eyes were what really commanded my attention. They owned me, and we both knew it.

Till gently guided my head into a rhythm. It was unapologetic yet permissive. Possessive yet desperate. Dominant yet seeking validation. It was the ever-present dichotomy of Till Page. The boy and the man.

I wished that I’d had more time to really enjoy watching Till lost in the sensations I provided him. But there would be plenty of time for that later. Forever.

With a groan, he dragged me up his body. “Goddammit, Eliza. I could f*ck your mouth for days, but I’m not finishing until I’ve had you completely.”

After he rolled us so he covered me, his mouth crashed into mine in a needy meeting.

There was nothing gentle as his hand dived between my legs. I had barely adjusted to the intrusion of his fingers before they were gone and his length pressed to my opening.

“God, Till,” I breathed, lifting my hips to urge him forward. Knowing I was only seconds away from having him again—and getting to keep him—made me impatient.

He dragged the head of his cock through my folds. “You get wet like this for everyone?” he asked with a painful groan. He was torturing me almost as much as he was himself.

“Just you,” I whispered, and his head popped up, signaling that he hadn’t heard me. “Just you,” I repeated.

“Just me.”

It wasn’t confirmation of my answer—it was an order. A menacing smirk formed on his lips. I didn’t recognize it from Till’s repertoire of smiles. But then again, I’d never lay naked in front of Till the man.

My mouth fell open as he pressed inside. My muscles clenched around him, relishing every inch he gave me.