Time-Lapse by J.B. Heller
Chapter Eleven
Time is passing way too quickly.I’m already a week closer to my final exams and a week closer to leaving Eliza.
She’s rarely left my side outside of school and work hours, going as far as to pick me up from job sites every afternoon. From there, we go to the stream and sit around talking and making out.
I know I’m going to miss her when I go. She’s become a part of me that I can’t and don’t want to forget. From the minute she drives away in the evening until the moment I see her again in the morning, she’s all I think about, which makes studying for my upcoming exams extremely difficult.
A big part of me wants to tell her how strongly I feel about her, but I know, in the long run, that would only make it worse. Vocalizing things always has a way of making them that much more real.
I’ve given up wishing I didn’t want her so badly. It doesn’t help anything. Accepting it doesn’t help either because, at the end of the day, I’m still leaving. I have to.
“Where’d you go just now?” El asks.
I turn my attention back to her and shake my head. “Nowhere.”
“Yeah, you did. You’ve been quietly staring off into space for the last half hour.”
“I have?” I ask, scratching my neck.
She nods. “Yep.”
“Sorry, must have gotten lost in my thoughts,” I say, hoping it’s enough of an explanation for her.
She chews on the corner of her bottom lip. “You’re not going to tell me what you were thinking about, are you?”
With a heavy sigh, I answer her, “I’d rather not.”
“You’re thinking about when you go then.”
I look out over the water instead of her sad face. “Yeah, something like that.” Then, she snuggles up against my side and lays her head on my shoulder. I can’t help it. I press my lips to her forehead. I’m going to miss her so much. She can read me like a book. I bet she knows exactly how I feel about her without me having to say a word.
When she looks up into my eyes, something inside me breaks a little more.
I don’t want to leave her.
Dropping my head closer to hers, I sweep my hand into her hair, grip it in my fingers, and press my lips to hers. “I’m done thinking,” I murmur against her soft mouth, and she responds by climbing across my lap.
With her legs wrapped around me and her arms looped at my neck, I forget my worries and focus on the gorgeous girl in my arms. Sliding my palm up her spine until my fingers knot in the hair at the base of her skull, I tug her head back and pepper her sweet throat with nips and licks.
“Hux,” she moans, and just like that, she begins rocking her hips against mine.
I know she wants me to lay her down and fuck her in the grass, and I won’t lie, I’ve fantasized about it at least a hundred times. But I can’t.
I move my hands to her hips and still her movements. “El,” I warn.
Her eyes are bright, and she grins at me. “Yes?” she asks, innocence dripping from her tone.
My fingers dig deeper into her hips when she tries to move against me again, and I growl, “Don’t.”
Her eyes brighten further. “Why?” she asks with a devious smirk. “Don’t you like it?”
She knows damn well I like the way she feels rubbing against me. Hell, my dick has already started to pay attention, and she’s barely touched me. I don’t answer her. Instead, I glare at her smiling face.
“Hux, why do you keep putting on the brakes? I can’t stop thinking about the moment you finally slide inside me.” A slight shiver runs through her body as she teases me with her words. “I can imagine how good you’ll feel, filling me, thrusting inside my tight—”
I can’t take it anymore and cover her dirty mouth with my hand. I close my eyes and try thinking of something else, anything at all that doesn’t involve Eliza and her sweet little body with my dick buried inside of it.
As if she can sense how close I am to losing my shit, her tongue slides past her lips, against my palm, and my eyes flash open. I only have so much self-control, and her words, combined with the look in her eyes, just snapped it.
“Fuck it,” I mumble and flip our positions around so she’s beneath me on the ground as I hover over her. My eyes flick back and forth between hers, and they’re shining with happiness. I want to see that look every fucking day for the rest of my life.
Sliding my hands under the hem of her sundress, I caress her thighs gently, teasing her with my feather-light touch. She squirms, trying to make me move faster. But I just grin at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, rosy lips, and bright eyes.
“You’re so fucking perfect. What do you want with a reject like me?” I murmur against her bent knee.
“You are not a reject, Hux. Not to me. I will never cast you aside. You are the sweetest, most intense, and mysterious person I’ve ever met. I love that about you.” Her breath hitches as my hands slide farther up her thighs to her hips.
I move myself between her legs, forcing them open, and she grins wickedly up at me. When my fingertips touch something soft and lacy, I glance down and see the sexiest pair of mint-green, lace, boy-short panties. “Jesus,” I groan at the same time as I grab her knees and shove them up her body.
Eliza squeals. “Hux, what are yo—oh my God!” she moans.
My mouth is pressed against the thin fabric covering her pretty pussy. I blow a warm breath over her then lick over her sensitive flesh as she shivers beneath me. Shit, I can taste her through the material separating heaven from my lips.
Before I know what I’m doing, my body takes over and pulls her panties to the side so I can suck on her clit. Her back bows up off the ground, and her small fists grip the grass beside her hips.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl and begin licking her from her clit to her entrance and back in smooth strokes. She moans again as my tongue travels back to her opening and pushes inside.
El’s hands knot in my hair as she holds my face to her sweet pussy while moaning my name. And I love it. My dick is hard as a fucking rock inside my shorts, and I want nothing more than her hot little mouth wrapped around it. In fact, that thought alone makes it throb with the need to come as her juices coat my tongue.
I pull slightly away from her and look up into her glazed eyes.
“Don’t stop!” she whines, and I smirk, pressing one more quick kiss to her mound, then I sit up between her thighs. She pouts. “Why’d you stop?”
I glance down to the hard-on straining against the confines of my pants then back up at her. “Because I didn’t want to blow my load in my shorts like an idiot. And one more little moan past your pretty lips and I would have.”
Her eyes light up, and she smiles one of those breathtaking, amazing smiles that I love so much. “Oh, you liked those, did you?” she teases as she slowly lifts her hips in the air, making her little dress fall to her stomach, then she lowers her hips again and sits up in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Eliza grins but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she takes the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, revealing a lacy mint-green bra that matches her underwear, then tosses her dress to the side.
My mouth waters at the sight of her perky tits encased in lace, just waiting for me to suck her nipples through the thin fabric. Nipples that, I might add, are standing at full salute. And who am I to deny them?
Without another word, I launch myself at her, pushing her back down to the soft bed of grass we’re fooling around in. She chuckles. “So you like the girls too, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” I mutter before taking one of those tasty little morsels into my mouth and sucking—hard.
Her back arches off the ground, and her hands fly to the waistband of my shorts, trying to undo the button above my fly. She gives up her fumbling efforts and pushes at my chest. “Back up. I need to even the playing field.”
I push to my haunches, and she has my shirt off in a flash, then she’s at the button of my shorts again. “Stupid buttons,” she grumbles under her breath as she fights to release it.
“Want a hand?” I snicker.
Her eyes lift to mine and narrow. “No. I can do it myself, thank you very much.” Then, she returns her focus to her task, sliding her tongue out to the side just a little as she concentrates. It’s goddamn adorable.
“Ha!” She looks into my eyes when she finally releases the button and slowly slides down my zipper.
The backs of her knuckles graze along the length of my cock as she does, and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head with that small amount of contact. Fuck, I didn’t realize I was so hard up. I’m not going to last if I’m this on edge already.
I try to think of something—fucking anything—to stall her, but she’s already pushed my shorts and boxers down my hips, and my dick is now right in front of her face. My mind goes blank when she wraps her fingers around the base then brushes her lips over the tip in a barely there touch that has my balls pulling up tight against my body.
My hands shoot to her shoulders, pushing her back a little. “El, you can’t do that. Not until I’ve had a pep talk with Pedro, at least.”
Her lips lift in a little smirk. “Pedro?”
“Yes, that’s his name.” I point to my dick with my eyes.
Eliza falls back laughing. “Pedro the penis!” she pants while laughing her head off.
Lifting a brow, I ask, “Got a problem with that? I can put him away if you do. You’re offending him right now.”
She sobers immediately. “No, no. Pedro is a, umm … it’s a great name for a penis.”
“You’re so full of shit,” I tell her. “But points for not wanting me to put my pants back on,” I say as I kick my shorts off all the way.
“I think we need a new rule,” she states. “Pants are optional at the stream.”
I chuckle and bring my hands to her hips, taking the lace of her boy shorts in my fingertips and slowly dragging them down her legs. “I like that rule, but you’re such a little sex fiend that you’d be pantless every time we came here.”
She shrugs. “Maybe then you’d finally fuck me? But then again, I am lying here in nothing but my bra, and you’re still talking. So …”
Bringing myself back down atop her body, I brace my forearms on either side of her head. “Why do you want it so bad anyway?”
Her breath hitches as our bodies connect, flesh to flesh. “Because it’s you. I want everything I can have with you for as long as I can have it.” Her eyes shine with sincerity.
How can I keep saying no to her? Especially when she’s looking at me like that.
I can’t figureHux out. We’re lying here in each other’s arms, in the grass, naked. And he looks like I’m torturing him, not offering myself up.
Reaching up, I press my palm to his cheek, and he leans into my touch, closing his eyes as he does.
“Just tell me why. Why are you still so determined not to have sex with me? I know you want to. I can feel how much you want me.” I shift my hips a little until the tip of his cock is nudging against my opening. “I want this. I want you. Please, I just want to be with you while I still have you.”
He drops his forehead to mine. “You’re killing me,” he murmurs at the same time as his hips surge forward.
The slight burn as my body stretches to accommodate him feels amazing. A warm, tingling feeling travels up my spine until my neck arches as a deep moan leaves my lips. “Hux,” I breathe as he pulls his hips back, leaving only his tip inside, then slowly pushes forward again.
My hands are on his back, holding him close to me, and I feel his body shudder with each torturously slow thrust.
I can’t help myself. I need to touch more of him. Sliding one of my hands down his muscular back, I bite on my bottom lip when I reach his full, taut ass. The muscles are held tight as he continues his rhythm, and I squeeze, digging my nails into his flesh.
“Jesus, El,” he groans, then his mouth is on my throat, kissing, sucking, licking. “You feel so good, El. So fucking good. This is a mistake, but I can’t stop. I can’t.”
Before I can chew him out for saying the most incredible sex I’ve had to date is a mistake, his mouth moves to mine and takes it in a deliciously deep kiss. My tongue glides against his in sync, like we’ve been doing this forever.
Hux pushes himself up on one arm and looks down at me. “You are so beautiful, El. I don’t deserve you. But I can’t stay away,” he says, and his hips increase their tempo. “You are my everything. My reason for being,” he breathes the words against my cheek.
My orgasm is building fast, and the faster he thrusts, the higher I climb. “Hux,” I whimper, “I’m—”
Then, he slams his mouth down on mine again, swallowing my cry as I detonate around his hard cock.
While I’m still coming down, he pulls out, taking his length in his hand, pumping it in his fist until he comes with a deep growl.
