Page 29 of At His Mercy

His tongue stills, and his hot breath touches my thigh. The pause steals my courage away, and I feel naked on that bed until his fingers touch me again. His mouth covers my folds, and Elijah strokes me with a tenderness I thought he had lost. Gradually, his fingers move gently over my swollen clit, and I moan as I let my fear go. My body topples over onto the covers, and I lay there weak as my legs tremble.

I never thought the first boy I met would be the only one I could ever love. The room tips on its side as every sensation grips me and then releases. A coolness rushes over my heated body as I shout, pressing my forehead down on the bed. The bed shifts, and Elijah kneels beside me as he strokes my hair off my sweaty forehead. I look up into his eyes and reach for his cock. It’s too much to pretend that I don’t want it in me again.

My lips wrap around the tip, and I try to cover the rest of his length with my hands. His eyes flutter shut as his hands tangle in my hair. I want him to feel as good as he makes me feel when we touch. He hisses tightly and then pulls me off him by my shoulders. Elijah moves my body with ease, and a shiver goes through me as I realize that he could have taken me at any time. But he didn’t until I wanted him.

I lay on my stomach as he strokes his fingertips over my skin, down my crack, and then over my pussy. He toys with me as I open my legs wider, craving what he’s given me once. I lift my hips eagerly as he tugs on my hips, positioning himself behind me. The sound of a packet rips, and he rolls a condom down his length.

“The thought of you kept me going. It’s why I came here,” he whispers. “No one can replace you.”

I let out a wail as the size of him stretches me apart. He pumps slowly, allowing me to adjust, and soon pleasure is all I feel as I move my hips to meet his thrusts. I pant as he fills me completely, and I bite onto the pillow as he pushes back in. I want to reach out and touch him, but I can't as he takes a hold of my flaying hands.

The intensity sends me soaring again as my body responds to his. I moan louder with each thrust, feeling an orgasm start deep within me. I collapse onto the sheet as he lets my hips go. I lay there looking at him as my hand grazes my nipples, lost in a feeling that I haven’t felt since our summers together.

“Will the truth break us apart?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, but his furrowed brow troubles me.

Elijah moves over me, and I pull my knees letting him in. I watch his face as he fucks me, taking pleasure from the way his face twists into a scowl as he thrusts in, and his eyes flutter open as he pulls out. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and concentrate on my body. I whisper his name as I flex against the bed until his pace quickens.

“I’ll never touch anyone else. I can’t. Elijah,” I moan intensely. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel like I’ve been fucked.”

Panting, his head lowers as his hips buck. His fingers grip my skin tight enough to leave a bruise. His hips bang against mine wildly until the condom inside me fills. I reach for him as he collapses beside me, sweat covering his sexy body. I hug him close, kissing his damp hair, and inhaling his sweat.

Suddenly, we’re back at the lake, alone and hidden in the grass, as if the past never separated us. I kiss him, holding him tight as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. He conceals his emotions, burying them behind closed eyes, but I know what he’s feeling. I’m holding onto his anguish too.

Chapter Fourteen

Elijah

I took what I had been told I had already taken. A few hours later, I wake up before her, and I'm startled for a moment, forgetting where I am. Olivia lies nuzzled against me in her bed, and her body fits perfectly next to mine. I brush my fingertips across her hair, stroking it gently off her face. I can be tender, given a chance. I watch her sleep with her face pressed against my chest. I can barely hear her breathing.

I want her again, but I don't want to touch. She looks as if she could use the rest. I had a talk with Winston and warned him. He swore he was just messing around. Pretty young things rarely take an interest in him, and he wasn’t going to lose out. I placed my hands on his wrist and kept the shot glass away from his mouth. He shook and cursed me as it spilled on the bar. “Never again,” I told him. “Don’t you let me catch you doing that ever again.”

Olivia rolls onto her side, and I creep out of her warm bed. My gaze stays on her curves as I put on yesterday’s clothes.

We should have talked last night, but once I admit to what happened that summer, she may never talk to me again. I’m greedy for her kisses, and being inside her is the only heaven I have known in my hellish life. I should wake her and tell her to lock the window. But I have a feeling I won’t have to remind her.

My first period class starts in an hour, so I skip going back to my apartment. I have a feeling no one’s going to care or notice that I have on yesterday’s clothes.

I hurry down the stairs and leave her building in a good mood, but it sours because I don’t like what I see. That ginger guy is waiting out front in his Rover, the same one from last night. The one Olivia said she would never touch. I walk over to the passenger side window and stare at him. He senses me because he looks over and gives me a dirty look. The locks click on his car, and I shake my head before walking away. He doesn’t remember meeting me. I lean up against the building on the corner and watch. Class will wait as I watch his car to see if Olivia gets in it.

I check my watch, and class starts in twenty minutes. I laugh to myself that maybe I should ask her follower for a ride. The car starts suddenly and takes off down the street. I hang out for another twenty minutes before I decide to send her a text.

Me: Going to class?

Olivia: It was cancelled. Why’d you leave?

I smile.

Me: I’ve got class. Talk later?

Olivia: Later.

I head over toward the bar, reasoning that I might as well pay for an Uber to get to class. I'm considering buying a car again. Nothing fancy, just something to get me to class on time. I’m lost in my thoughts when a siren rouses me. Not just one but two police cars speed down Brunswick Avenue at top speed. The traffic is backed up and not moving as another police car shows up, blocking the way. People on the sidewalk point at something in the street that I can’t yet see.

Norris rushes out of the bar and doesn’t bother to lock the door. I start running, knowing that something bad must have happened for him to be so careless. I stop running when I see something large lying in the street. A man is sprawled out in the intersection, his body not moving as a puddle of blood forms underneath him. It spreads dark and wet over the blacktop. I push through the crowd to get closer, but a cop steps in front of me.

“Sir, step back," she says.

“I know him,” I reply.

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