Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(41)

Fuck. I exhale a heavy breath. I needed to hear that so badly.





Every night this week Chastity’s come over to sleep. She’s been creeping out down the stupid lattice fence on the side of her house and meeting me at the bottom of her street to be whisked away to my lair.

She’s eager to try new things, her hands exploring new areas each night, but I’m terrified of disappointing her, ruining her confidence when I’m unable to come.

Since my dad’s confession I haven’t been having nightmares, but that could also be due to the fact Chastity has been sharing my bed every night.

Leaving the bathroom, I flick the switch and almost fucking come in my pants.

Chastity stands at the foot of my bed waiting for me but she’s not wearing her usual tee that she borrows from my stack. She’s wearing nothing at all.

I can’t take her all in fast enough, my eyes computing and storing every inch of creamy flesh, her hard, rosy-tipped nipples, the channel of her naval leading to the neat little cluster of blonde curls.

My mouth waters and I think about licking her pussy until she’s delirious and can’t even function.

She moves toward me, her movements slow and suggestive, but her hands flexing gives away her anxiety of this moment.

Unsure fingers reach for my waistline tugging on the hem of my boxers. Clasping my hand over hers I whisper a strained. “Don’t”

My cock swells with need tenting the fabric but I’m fucking terrified. Who the hell am I?

“It’s ok, I want this.” She pleads.

My face contorts into frustration and pain. “Since Robbie, I struggle, I can’t…”

“Shhh,” she calms, placing a hand over my heart.

“It’s just us here,”

She taps in rhythm of our in-sync, erratic heartbeats.

Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.

“Step out of the nightmares, silence the voices that tell you you’re not worthy of this.” She begs imploring me with her hypnotic gaze.

“You didn’t kill your brother. It was a shitty accident, unfair and cruel but he wouldn’t want you to self-blame, to stop yourself from living, to stop yourself from feeling, from having someone who loves you.”

Da dum, da, dum, da dum, da dum, da dum.

“Your head’s a storm, turbulent and destructive. You need to find the center, the calm. Let me be that for you.”

Taking my hand, she leads me to the bed and sits on the edge looking up at me through her thick lashes.

“Tell me how you release, how you touch yourself.” She pleads slipping my boxers down my ass, my throbbing cock springing free like a fucking jack in the box. Boo baby. Her eyes expand, and she swipes her tongue out to dampen her bottom lip. Fuck me.

“Show me how you do it to yourself Rhett.”

Fuck she’s everything a guy dreams about in a tight little package. I’d never have believed she was this sensual little spitfire if I wasn’t seeing it for myself. I’ve hit the girlfriend lottery.

Shit, girlfriend. I have a girlfriend.

“Rhett, do you need something to think about?” She bites her lip and then blows my fucking mind. Leaning back on her elbows she brings her feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress. Her sexy folds opening up to display all that pretty pink pussy.

Sucking two fingertips into her mouth she makes a scene swirling her tongue around them and then she pulls them free and lowers them to her pussy, massaging her clit just for me.

Clear pre-cum seeps over the tip of my hard, throbbing dick. I ache to mount her like a caveman and rut on her until I spurt my seed into her.

Gripping my dick, I stroke, and this makes her breathing hitch. Her tits heave with her uneven exhales. She keeps the pace I set, stroking for her.

Every tug feels almost painful, the veins bulging with the strain of being so goddamn hard for her.

Her pussy clenches, juices glistening in her tight, little hole.

“Come for me, Rhett. Come on me, baby.” She begs, her moans reaching fever pitch. Her back arches and her words are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Heat rips up my spine, muscles pull tight and euphoric waves crash over me as I move between her legs and the ribbons of come paint her flesh.

Ripples of shuddering pleasure pouring out of me, warm liquid need covering her torso and nipples, dripping down on her pussy.

If I could replicate this into art form I would hang it on my wall forever.

“Fuck.” I groan out. My legs shaking with the intense release. My cock thickens again immediately and I’m not waiting to feel her. Leaning over I kiss her lips.

“Thank you.” I tell her before devouring her mouth. Lifting her under the armpits I scoot her up the bed, her hands tug at my hair frantic as our lips dance and tongues duel.

Her tits press into my chest as I bring our bodies skin on skin, her thighs wrap around my waist. She’s fucking hungry and I plan to feed her all she can handle.

My fluids coat our flesh as I grind my hard on into the crease of her folds.

“Don’t tease me.” She pleads.

“I don’t want to rush and hurt you.” I tell her honestly.

“I’m not a virgin, Rhett.” She suddenly tenses.

Well damn.

“High school boyfriend of three years. I finally gave in and let him take my virginity. He pressured, then told everyone, and it got back to my father. He threatened to send me to boarding school.”