Sommerstall Academy
: Chapter 39

After letting me decide what he’s wearing tonight, Elija takes me to the shed in his family’s car. Before we left, I made sure to play with the twins for a good thirty minutes though, making us the last ones to arrive at Liam’s. Sue me, I want Elija’s siblings to like me.

As we get out of the car, I walk behind Elija to take in his outfit once more. Black cargo pants with two chains at the side and a black, fitted shirt. It might be basic but he looks sinfully handsome, those tattooed arms of his showing off.

‘Done staring at me?’ he asks teasingly before we enter the shed.

‘I wonder why you guys are late,’ Jamie says, wiggling his eyebrows. Elija flips him off, taking a seat on the couch. Benji’s right beside him so I just stand there with no idea where to go. Luckily, Elija notices and pats his lap for me. I walk over shily, aware of the other’s attention, and sit down, trying not to squash him with my weight. I hate sitting on people’s laps simply because I’m scared I’m either too heavy or my bones too pointy.

Elija doesn’t share my sentiment and pulls me down all the way against him so my feet are off the ground and my back is against his front. I notice Liam eying us before he diverts his attention and starts talking to Jamie.

It doesn’t take long until Benji offers me a beer and I start sipping it. Everyone apart from Elija is drinking and I’m guessing it’s because he’ll drive us home.

‘Do you want me to drive today? You did it the last time,’ I offer. I haven’t even finished half of my beer so if I stop drinking now, I’ll be good by the time we leave.

‘Nah, it’s fine but thanks,’ he tells me, making me shudder slightly. The way his breath fans against my neck has my blood humming. ‘Are you cold?’ Elija asks. I shake my head and clench my legs, trying to stop my body from reacting any further. The movement has the guy behind me chuckling though.

‘Are you turned on?’ he whispers against my skin. My heart skips a beat and I scan the room, trying to see if anyone is looking at us. We’re not doing anything but somehow, it feels like we are. When everyone seems to be busy some other way, I shake my head again.

‘I see. So if my hand moved up, I wouldn’t replace you wet for me?’ he asks softly, teasingly letting his hand slide further up my inner thigh. I lock my legs together, biting back a moan at the friction the move provides. Honestly, what is wrong with me? I can read smut at school without being affected but a few whispered words from Elija and I’m nearly a moaning mess?

I shake my head one more time, answering his last question and he chuckles behind me. Then he softly kisses my neck before pulling back and placing his hand above my knee again.

‘If you say so.’ I release a breath and slump against him, finishing my beer in the minutes to come.

–

‘I think we’re going now,’ Jamie announces at around ten pm.

‘Already?’ I ask. My words are a little slurred but I don’t think I’m that affected by the beers I’ve had. I feel fuzzy, not dizzy.

‘Yeah, I’m a bit tired,’ my friend replies, making Benji laugh.

‘Mhm, tired of not having Orion’s tongue down your throat,’ he says.

‘Or elsewhere,’ Elija adds.

‘Okay, enough! Bye, guys,’ Orion says before dragging Jamie outside. No idea how they’re getting home but I’m sure they’ll be fine.

‘Do you want to leave?’ I ask Elija over my shoulder, readjusting myself a little. Perhaps I accidentally and totally coincidentally rubbed myself against him a little. I’m pretty sure he’s been hard all evening and I might have teased him a bit. Let’s call it payback since I’ve been sitting in my wet panties all evening.

‘Absolutely,’ he replies quickly, holding me by the waist as he gets up. ‘Bye guys!’ he says, pulling me out the door. I laugh as we speed walk to his car.

‘Why in such a hurry?’ I ask.

‘I need a moment, Florence. You’ve been teasing me all night and I need to grip my self-control,’ he says. I laugh some more and get into the car.

‘You teased me first,’ I tell him when he starts driving.

‘Was I the one wearing nothing more than a towel earlier today?’

‘So you didn’t like that? I challenge him.

‘I didn’t say that. Do you want to go to my place or yours?’ he asks.

‘Mine, if that’s okay. You could stay over if you want,’ I tell him. I’m feeling uncharacteristically confident and in the name of taking advantage of that, I’ll be bold for once.

‘Sure, if that’s what you want.’

The rest of the ride flies by quickly. As soon as we’re in my room though, I don’t waste time to kiss Elija. Honestly, I’ve been watching his hands all ride, and to say I’m turned on is an understatement. You’d be too though, so shush.

Elija reacts instantly, pulling me closer as we stagger towards the bed. This time, he’s on top of me, his hips between my legs. I pull him flush against me and he groans again. I revel in the sound.

‘Fuck,’ he mutters against my lips before crashing his lips against mine again. I run my hands up his muscled arms and over his shoulders, then the length of his back until they reach the hem of his shirt. I tug at it and he leans back, raising his arms to help me take it off.

I hold his heated gaze before slowly letting my eyes trail down his chest and abs. Here I thought books were exaggerating. I was wrong.

‘Done staring?’ Elija asks huskily.

‘Never but you’re lucky I want to feel you more than I want to see you,’ I tell him. He comes back down on me, arching his back so his skin is up against my shirt, and kisses me roughly. He bites down on my bottom lip and I tug harder on his hair. We keep fighting like that until I pull away.

‘Do you have a condom?’ I ask, trying not to look embarrassed. When Elija pulls back further to search my face, I chew on my cheek.

‘You’re drunk,’ he finally says.

‘I’m not. Just more confident.’

‘Florence, I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning,’ he insists.

I chuckle. With every inch he pulls away my brain seems to wake up more and it’s making me feel stupid. I finally scoot away myself and sit up against my headboard. ‘Right, sorry,’ I tell him. I can’t believe I’ve thrown myself at him like this. And now my cheeks are heating up uncomfortably, making it impossible for me to look at him any longer.

‘Florence, you don’t have to apologize. I’d just like to take you on an actual date before sleeping with you.’ I resist the urge to bury my face in my hands and nod to my bed.

‘Yeah, totally. So, do you want to leave or?’ I trail off.

‘Was sleeping with you a condition to stay over?’ he asks. To my dismay, he sounds genuinely hurt so I force myself to meet his eyes.

‘No! Of course not. I just thought you’d want-‘ he cuts me off.

‘Stop thinking about what I might want for once and tell me what you want,’ he says. That makes my brain come to a stop. Him, I want him. But he’s rejected me already and I’m not going to beg so I bite my tongue.

‘I can see the wheels turning in your head. Speak your mind,’ he adds.

‘I don’t want to go to bed all hot and bothered,’ I tell him. Then bite my lip again. I can’t believe I said that.

Instead of laughing at me, Elija looks down at my lips before muttering a silent curse under his breath and kissing me again. I’m confused and when I don’t kiss him back, he bites down on my bottom lip again. I gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

When he starts kissing his way down my neck, I don’t try to stifle my moan. Who would have thought that such a simple touch could set my whole body on fire? At the side of my throat, he sucks on my skin. I tighten my hold on his hair and try to clench my thighs together, needing some kind of release from the pressure building between my legs.

Elija chuckles but doesn’t let me move my legs. Instead, he pushes his hips harder against me, making me moan out loud. ‘So needy,’ he tuts playfully.

Then he continues kissing his way down my body, pressing his lips onto the fabric of my shirt. He stops when he reaches the waistline of my skirt, looking up as if for confirmation.

‘Can I take this off?’ he asks softly. I nod, too far gone to feel insecure. When the skirt is off, he doesn’t give me time to feel ashamed. Not with the way his eyes roam my body.

‘I definitely made a good choice with these,’ he murmurs. His eyes meet mine again as he leans down, kissing me on the inside of my thigh. He spreads my legs wider and softly bites down on my other thigh. I close my eyes, trying to take in all the sensations.

‘Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?’ he asks against my skin. I nod.