Sweet Hope (Sweet Home #4)(31)

I released a shuddered breath as I drank in his large body, feeling nothing but beautiful as his nostrils flared while his eyes traced my every curve.

Seeing a swollen bulge beneath his jeans, my thighs tensed together, searching for release as he snapped open the button on his waistband and pulled down the zipper.

A thin cropping of dark hair came into view as his jeans dropped down his muscled thighs, his long cock springing free, hard and ready to f*ck me.

“Elpi…” I whispered and braced myself as he kicked his jeans to the side, his bun holding back his long hair affording me the opportunity to see every angle of his beautifully severe face. He stormed forward, his damp chest pinning me against the cold wall as the hard thumping rhythm of Marilyn Manson’s “Tainted Love” assaulted the room.

Reaching down, he lifted my feet off the floor by gripping my thighs, my back scraping against the wall. He never once broke my gaze and said nothing as his dick began running along my *, the friction on my clit causing me to cry out.

I was ready. I was wet and ready and more than eager for him to take me, to f*ck me against this wall with the ferociousness I knew he harbored deep inside. A ferociousness I knew he needed to release. A ferociousness I wanted him to unleash inside me.

“You on something?” he growled as he pressed forward, his hard nipples scratching against mine.

My eyes fluttered as I tried to form an answer. But when he ground his hips harder, his cock rubbing my clit, causing me to dig my nails into his neck, I couldn’t even speak.

Elpi froze, and I tried to work my hips to heighten that addictive feeling of almost reaching my peak.

“You on something? I don’t have a rubber,” Elpi barked, repeating his question. His voice this time had dropped an octave, sounding more guttural, like he swallowed broken glass, causing excited shivers to cover every inch of my exposed body.

“The shot…” I whispered quietly. “I’m on the shot.”

“Good,” was all the warning I got before he used his strength to lift me higher, then in one swift motion impaled me on his cock. I groaned at the feel of his thickness filling me so impossibly full. His masculine musky scent filled my nose and I sank my teeth into his shoulder as a tsunami of pleasure engulfed me.

The rhythm of the song increased, Elpi using the beat of the crashing drums to control his thrusts. His grunts were guttural as he pounded hard, the tip of his cock pushing unrelentingly inside me. His solid muscles twitched under his skin and he tucked his head into the crook of my neck, his hard grunts increasing in volume.

My thighs ached from the force of his grip. My back burned from the hard wall on my naked flesh. Inside of me was lit with fire, my core building higher and higher, so much that I felt I couldn’t bear it. As Marilyn Manson’s voice heightened in pitch, Elpi’s hips became frantic as we thrashed against the wall, my * feeling every inch of his naked flesh pushing deep within me.

My fingers raked his shoulders as my moans changed from short and breathy to loud and drawn out. “Elpi!” I cried as an impossible pressure built between my legs.

He didn’t say anything in reply to my pleas, his hips now slamming furiously into me. He groaned so harshly it sounded as though he were snarling into my neck.

As he pulled back one last time, then plunged back within me twice as strongly as before, it was my undoing.

Back and legs stiffening, I screamed out my release, my channel contracting, milking Elpi as he never once faltered in his thrusts.

My eyes shut of their own accord as I tucked my nose into his neck, lapping at his flushed skin. His movements became more erratic, his growls increasing. Opening his mouth, his lips latched on my lower neck. Sucking hard, he roared against my skin, pulling the covered flesh into his hot mouth as his cock swelled. I felt the dizzy at the sensation of his release.

My clit pulsed as his hips slowly rocked within me, his cock jerking in tandem with his hitched breaths against my neck.

As the fog of pleasure began to clear, my hands still grasping onto his slick tattooed skin, I blinked back the shock of what’d just happened.

I’d f*cked Elpidio… I’d f*cked Elpidio… Frantic, unbarred, hard sex… the best sex of my life.

Unsure of how he would react, I braced myself for his rejection, but to my complete surprise, he reared back his head, his gaze colliding with mine.

As always, nothing was voiced aloud, but by the floored expression set on his hard face, I knew he was feeling as raw and exposed as me. And as he inched his head forward, running his nose gently down my flushed cheek, his eyes closing as he did so, it brought me to tears. I’d never seen this side of him before… the almost tender side I always believed was buried deep beneath the hard exterior.

As Elpi’s warm breath drifted down my neck, he stepped back, taking me from against the wall. Turning me round, his cock still deep inside me, my thighs still wrapped around his waist, he walked slowly across the room. As we moved, I couldn’t resist smiling and pushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Flashing me a quick glance, his dark eyes shined with warmth at my gesture, and his mouth twitched.

He’d liked me touching him this way.

Suddenly finding us across the room, Elpi lowered me down to a soft bed underneath ceiling-to-floor length windows, which showcased a picturesque view of the Sound.

This view of the Sound could not hold a candle to the man hovering over me as I lay on perfectly straightened white sheets. He stared down at me for several seconds before leaning down and pressing his mouth against mine, his hips finally moving as he slid from inside me.