Fix You (The Playlist BOOK 1)

Song - No One’s Gonna Love You by Band of Horses

After eight hours Matt calls it a night. I can’t believe how much he finished in that time. It’s incredible, the details are perfect.

“I’m serious,” Matt says sternly, “it needs to stay dry. You’ll be healed by tomorrow but don’t fuck up the stencil!”

I blush furiously. I feel Elijah laughing beside me.

“I promise, it will make it through the night.”

As Matt walks out the door Elijah bends down and whispers against my ear, “there are plenty of ways I can fuck you without messing it up.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“How?”

His eyes are dark as he runs his greedy hands over my ass, squeezing me.

“I could bend you over the island in the kitchen, or I can fuck you on your knees in our bed. I could...”

“Bend me over,” I whimper, cutting off his list.

He growls and walks us quickly toward the kitchen, attacking my lips.

When we reach the island he lifts me to sit.

“Lay back,” his husky, raw voice makes me shiver.

I lay back against the counter as he rips my pants and panties down my legs quickly. He’s impatient as he pulls my legs up so that my feet are flat against the counter.

“I’m fucking starving,” he groans as he places a long, hard lick across my needy, wet core.

He moans loudly against me as he licks and sucks me.

“Sweetest pussy in the world,” he links me as he devours me like his last meal.

I start to feel the familiar tightness in my stomach. I reach desperately for something to hold onto, anything.

My back arches off the counter as he swirls his tongue over me in fast circles. I start to shake, grinding myself against his face.

He grips my thighs and pulls them open wide, my body complies instantly.

When I don’t think I can handle another second I’m caught off guard by an intense orgasm that rips through my body.

I scream his name as he mercilessly laps at my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Please, no more,” I cry as my body jerks each time he runs his wicked tongue over me.

He smiles as he pulls his face from between my legs. He grips my thighs and pulls me toward him so that my legs hang completely over the edge. I’m like a rag doll in his hands, offering no resistance to his manipulation of my body.

He rolls me carefully onto my stomach, running his hands over my ass, kneading my skin. My legs dangle, not touching the floor. I rest my cheek on the cold granite, trying to catch my breath.

I feel him rubbing himself through my wetness. Each time his tip touches my clit my body jumps.

I feel him at my entrance, holding himself there. I wiggle impatiently and he chuckles.

“Ready, baby?”

I nod my head and grip the counter, preparing for him to slam himself into me. Instead, he pushes in slowly, sinking each thick inch into me, rubbing deliberately against my yearning walls.

“Oh my God,” I groan as he pushes his hips against mine.

“How the fuck does it feel better every time?” He chokes, “Jesus Christ!”

He slides out just as slowly, dragging out the feeling.

After several strokes I feel needy and desperate.

“Faster, Elijah, please.”

He moves his hands to my hips, holding me tightly as he brings his hips back slowly. I open my mouth to whine as he slams his hips forward making my thighs dig into the counter.

His rough thrusts knock the air out of my lungs. Moan after moan falls from my mouth as he nails me to the counter.

“Oh my fucking God,” he grits through his teeth.

He fucks me fiercely, completely wild and untamed. I don’t know how long we stay here, I’ve lost all sense of time.

He pulls a second orgasm from my shivering, writhing body, then a third. I feel another building and I whimper.

“Elijah, I can’t...it’s too much,” my voice shakes as my abdomen clenches again, each stroke bringing me higher, climbing toward another peak that I know will destroy me.

“You can baby, give me one more. Squeeze my cock one more time. Fuck.”

My body aches everywhere, I’m not sure how I can possibly cum again until I feel it, that tingling pressure right before my body lets go.

I feel myself clench down around him, my walls pulling in so tight he actually stops thrusting.

I feel dizzy and foggy as a ripple of mind numbing pleasure washes over my body.

He pounds his fist against the counter as he shakes behind me.

I moan his name loudly and he rolls his hips, pushing his twitching cock as far into me as he can.

“Fuck, keep moaning my name, baby,” he begs out of breath.

I let his name fall from my lips like a chant, over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m... Sorsha,” he sobs as he finally cums.

He leans over my body, resting against the counter.

“Are you alright?” He whispers into my hair.

“No,” I try to laugh but a dry, raspy sound comes out instead.

“Come up to bed,” he pulls out of me and a deep emptiness lingers between my legs.

He lifts my limp, exhausted body into his arms and carries me upstairs.

“I want to shower. Fuck,” he laughs, “I should have thought this through.”

“I want to shower but I have jello legs.”

“So four is too many, got it,” he chuckles against my hair.

He lays me in the bed and falls in next to me on his stomach. We both drift to sleep immediately, our bodies giving in to the exhaustion.