Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(52)

“My cock’s inside you, Eliza. I could watch this every f*cking day for the rest of my life.”

“Good. Because you might have too.” She quickened her pace.

“That’s not exactly a hardship.” I leaned forward only long enough to drag my tongue over each of her nipples then reclined against the back of the couch.

Licking my finger, I slid it between us. On every down stroke, I gently tapped her clit, making her go wild on top of me. It was an unbelievably sexy sight.

She reached down and guided my hand to her breast. “No hands. I’m close.”

“Come on, baby. Give it to me. This isn’t the only time I’m making you come tonight.” I stared down as I once again found her clit.

“I mean . . . I don’t think I need your hand,” she panted and my eyes flashed to hers.

“No hands?” I questioned in shock.

She shook her head as she tightly wrapped her arms around my neck and continued to move over me, searching for her release.

No. Fucking. Hands.

I sat up, shifting to the edge of the couch, and began f*cking her from the bottom. I could feel her muscles tense around my cock but I couldn’t keep up a pace in that position to make her come.

Jesus, she was so close though. I pushed to my feet with her in my arms.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “Please.”

“Shhh . . .” I soothed as I leaned her shoulders against the wall. “Hold on, baby.” She clung to me as I drilled inside her. With every thrust her muscles contracted, fueling me forward.

“Harder,” she pleaded. However, if I f*cked her much harder, we were going to be rebuilding a wall in her apartment.

I carried her over to the small dinning room table before releasing her legs and pulling out.

“What are you doing?” she objected on a whine.

I didn’t say a word as I spun her around in my arms and folded her face down over the table. Poising myself at her entrance, I whispered, “You need deeper. Not harder.” Then I slammed myself to the hilt inside her.

She released a strangled cry, but it quickly transformed into a breathy sigh. “Yes,” she hissed. My hands gripped her hips as I f*cked her from behind, each thrust deeper than the last.

It took several strokes for me to perfect a rhythm. Only the sounds of her moans and clenching of her cunt guided me, but I finally figured her out.

“Oh God, Till!”

I bent down and raked my teeth over her shoulder, and it must have changed my angle because one thrust later—without the use of hands—I claimed Eliza Reynolds final first.

And every. Single. One. Of her lasts.





“HEY,” I SAID, PULLING THE door open.

“Wow. You look beautiful,” Derrick lied, leaning in to give me a hug.

I looked like hell. My lips were swollen, and there were bags under my eyes from staying up all night with Till. I smiled at the memory.

“Thanks.” I stepped away, allowing him space to come inside.

“You ready to go?”

“Umm . . .” I stalled.

Why the hell was I nervous? I had zero feelings for Derrick, but the butterflies still threatened to overtake me. I was so horrible at confrontation. I would have much rather just avoided Derrick than have this conversation with him, but I sure as hell didn’t want Till to do it.

“Can you give me a second?” I retreated to my bedroom.

I needed a little encouragement of the Till Page variety. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered his name. He didn’t respond, so I walked over to the wall and gently knocked.

“Hey,” I called out, but it wasn’t Till’s attention I gained.

“You okay?” Derrick asked as he rounded the corner to my room.

“Yeah. Sorry. I, um . . .” Again with the stalling.

“What’s going on, Eliza?” He stared at me with genuine concern.

I felt like an ass for making him worry. It wasn’t like I was breaking up with him. We had been on one date—two if the Chinese food from the night before counted. I wasn’t breaking his heart. I was simply informing him that I would no longer like to see him—in any capacity.

“I’m fine. Sorry. I’m just nervous. Look, some things have changed since last night, and I’m not going to be able to go out with you tonight . . . or, well, ever.” I gave him a tense smile and an apologetic shrug.

“Oh,” he said, snapping his head back in surprise. “Can you at least tell me what changed? You seemed pretty excited about going out last night.”

Clearly, I had been on a different date than Derrick had, because excited was not an adjective I would used to describe how I’d felt.

“Um . . . it’s just . . . Till came over, and we’ve decided to give a real relationship a try.”

I couldn’t be certain that he’d heard anything after I’d said Till’s name. His eyes had immediately grown dark.

“Page?” he growled. “Did you f*ck him?”

I was shocked by his transformation, but not enough to keep my mouth shut. “I’m pretty sure that’s none of your damn business.”

“You did.” He nodded then laughed. “He f*ck you on that bed?” He reached down and snatched the blanket off as if the sheets would reveal the proof.