Proudly displaying his hard-on.
"Now you," he said. "Take it off. I want to see you buck f**king naked."
I laughed at his crudeness. It seemed out of place here after he'd done something so sweet. Grasping the edge of my shirt, I raised it over my head. I tossed my shirt in the ground, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. All the while, I stood there, looking at Elias. It's not like I hadn't stripped down like this before.
But there was just something about the way that Elias looked at me that made me nervous and self-conscious and brazen and daring all at once. He made me want to throw caution to the wind. Hell, he was making me throw caution to the wind.
I wasn't sure whether that terrified or thrilled me.
But I just stood there, my chest bare, looking into his cool blue eyes, as the breeze lightly stroked my skin, the way a lover would. I didn't look away as I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, leaving every stitch of my clothing on the ground.
"Jesus," he said. His voice was hoarse, and he looked at me with an expression that was clouded with desire.
"What?"
"You're so f**king hot," he said.
"Classy." I was sarcastic, but the truth was, his brusque words turned me on. I liked the way he was rough around the edges.
"Turn around," he said. "I want to see all of you."
A breeze rustled the trees, and my ni**les hardened in the coolness of the air. I felt like I was under some kind of spotlight. Even after I turned around, I could feel his eyes on me.
I didn't hear him move, but I felt his touch, his palm on my shoulder. I shivered involuntarily, a reflexive response. "And?" I asked. "Do you like what you see?"
He didn't say anything. But I felt his hands on my waist, and then one hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart.
And then he was kneeling at my feet behind me, his head between my legs, his mouth on me. His tongue moved down me, and I nearly lost my balance as he ran his tongue down the length of my slit. "Shit," I said, the word little more than a whisper.
He brought his face away from my pu**y, and I could feel his hot breath on me, teasing me, taunting me with every word. "I definitely like what I see from this angle," he said, probing me with his fingers. "And I definitely like how you taste."
My muscles clenched down around him, like they had a mind of their own. My body definitely seemed like it had a mind of its own when it came to Elias. Or maybe this was what it meant to have a rebound.
Either way I didn't care. Not when Elias was doing what it was doing. He had me so desperate, needy for him, that I would do whatever he wanted. I wasn't used to feeling like this, my body aching, yearning to be filled.
He brought me to the edge, my breath coming in gasps as he probed me relentlessly with his fingers. Then he stopped, and stood. The throbbing between my legs was all I could think about. I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
Facing him, I let my fingers roam over his chest, then down his abdomen, and over his ass. His mouth came down on me, hard, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue finding mine, probing me. I gripped him, and ran my hand over the length of his cock.
When he let go of my mouth, he looked at me expectantly. "Well?" he asked. "What about you? Like what you feel?"
"Fishing for compliments again?" I teased. He sure didn't need me to tell him he was hung like a horse. Hell, with what was between his legs, he should be walking around like he owned the f**king world.
Elias reached between my legs and pulled his fingers back, slick with my wetness. "Nah," he said. "You obviously like what you feel."
I dropped to my knees, the grass cool underneath me, my eyes following down the length of him as I helped him out of his jeans. I felt his gaze on me as I ran my hand up over the side of the prosthetic. I kept my eye contact with him, somehow aware it mattered that he understand I wasn't repulsed by any of it, by any of him. I ran my palms over the outside of his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles flex under my touch, and then opened my mouth to take him in.
"Shit." Elias ran his hands through my hair, grasping at the roots as I covered him with my mouth. "Your mouth is so f**king hot."
He was the one who was f**king hot, I thought, looking up at him as I held him in my mouth. I liked this, taking him in my mouth, completely in control of his pleasure.
When he grasped my hair, pulling me off of his c**k to stand up and face him, his expression was clouded with lust. “Any more of that, and I’d be coming,” he said. “And I don’t want that. Not yet.” He kissed me hard on the mouth, and then along my collarbone and the side of my neck. Then he spun me around to kiss the nape of my neck. I felt him inhale, and the hardness of his c**k pressed up against my ass. I arched against him as he wrapped his arms around me, his hands kneading my br**sts.
“Please,” I whispered. I was practically begging. I was wanton, needy for him.
Elias pushed me forward a few steps, toward this tree, and I giggled at the idea of being out here, naked, where anyone could find us. I’d never dared to do anything like this, not as River Andrews.
It felt ridiculous, silly, dangerous…and freeing.