Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,74
while we wait, stepping between my legs and caging my body against the bar. His pelvis lines directly with mine, and I can feel his erection pressing into my sensitive flesh. Dipping his face into the curve of my neck, my breath hitches as he traces a line towards my ear with his tongue.
“I think we need a timeout,” he whispers huskily once there before taking my earlobe between his soft, wet lips. My skin ripples in goosebumps.
“A-a time out?” I stutter, my blood boiling with each delicate suck from his perfect mouth. Trying to stem the delicious ache between my legs, I shift side to side on the stool, which only causes me to rub up against Elias’s hard cock.
His hands drop to my wiggling hips, squeezing them tightly to halt my movements. “Fuck,” he groans hoarsely. “Come with me.”
Not waiting for a response, he grabs my hand and pulls me from the stool, past the pong tables, towards a dark hallway near the back of the bar.
Before we can reach our destination, we’re stopped once again.
“Glad you could make it,” Sin says, his thick, colorful forearms crossed over his huge chest. The seams of his tee put to the test by his sheer bulk. He looks at me with cold, calculating eyes. Instead of averting my gaze like I would have in the past, I harden my stance and glare back. Sin raises one eyebrow in question, and to my utter surprise, the corners of his bearded lips twitch.
“Yeah, man. Glad to be here. Hey, we’ll be back in a minute. If you’ll excuse us,” Elias says as he tugs my hand, forcing me to follow. I’m guessing he missed the stare down between his friend and me.
“Hurry the fuck up, I’m getting requests for you to play tonight.”
“Sure, just give me a minute,” Elias replies distractedly before we head to the hall once more.
We reach the entrance, and I’m surprised to see it’s not a hallway at all. More like an eight foot darkened corner with a stock closet, nothing else. Elias tugs me forward and presses my body flush against the door with his own. From over his shoulder, I have a clear view of the party and the pong tables. His hands cup my cheeks tenderly, making my heart swell. This man pulls reactions from me like I’ve never felt before. Our chemistry is combustible and volatile, and I’m still afraid of being burned.
His lips take mine in a searing kiss that causes my heart to pound in my chest. One of his hands threads through my hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist and pulls my head back, while the other snakes around my lower back. Feeling his palm splayed against my bare flesh causes a riot of feeling to ricochet through my body. My legs tremble, my heart picks up speed, my stomach flips repeatedly, and the entire time, my clit throbs in time to my pulse.
A breathy moan crawls past my lips as Elias skates his mouth down my jaw, tonguing my throat, to the swells of my breasts.
“Need you now,” he murmurs in a deep throaty voice. Before I can even register his meaning, he spins us around so we’re facing the party. His hands band around me, one across my chest, one working the button on my jeans. My eyes widen in surprise as realization hits.
“Elias, no. No way. We can’t do this here. There are people right there,” I argue in a hysterical whisper. His mouth takes up residence along my neck, licking and sucking my tender skin.
“Relax, Marlee. We’ll see them long before they’ll see us.”
Unfastening my jeans, his fingers slip inside the fabric finding me wet and wanting. One thick finger glides deep inside, and my eyes rotate in my head. Biting my cheek to keep from crying out, I taste the metallic iron of blood.
“Do you like this?” he asks, continually gliding his finger in and out leisurely. My head rolls back and forth against his strong shoulder while I let the pleasure take me higher. The sharp sting of teeth pull me from my high at the same time his fingers stop their plundering.
“Answer me,” he commands. “Or this stops.”
“Please,” I whimper. God, I need more. The second his hands slid over my hot, aroused body, my insecurities melted away.
“Say it,” he growls, punctuating his words with another sharp nip.