Spiral (Off the Ice Book 2)
Spiral: Chapter 38

THE FOUR-YEAR WAIT is worth every second.

There’s no hesitation when Sage lowers herself on me, but my entire body roars to life and simultaneously hums to a stop. The two sensations pulsing under my skin are an impossible combination. Sage moans and the sound of it snaps me back to reality. She squeezes around me so perfectly, I moan.

“It’s too much,” she cries. Her head hangs and her curly hair fans her face. She looks at me through her lashes, brows furrowed, but she’s only halfway down.

“Not for you,” I rasp. “You take my cock so well. We can make it fit in this perfect pussy, right, baby?”

Her eyes glow at the challenge. I draw slow circles on her swollen clit and watch as her arousal coats my fingers. She slides down my length easily until I’m buried to the hilt. The moment the piercing at the base of my shaft hits her clit, she gasps and curls her fingers on my chest.

Sage drops her forehead to mine, and I hold her hips to rock them. We stare at each other, and when she caresses my face, thick cords of something massive and foreign knot around my heart.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

These words cut off my air supply. I’d expect nothing less. But at a moment where I’m taking so much from her, I can’t have her worrying about me. Even if it feels damn good.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” I drag her over my piercing, making the stars in her eyes reappear. “You like that, Sage? Like the way it feels on your clit?”

Sage nods quickly.

In the cloudy haze of her grinding on top of me, I let my hands roam her body. I watch my wet dreams personified with pure satisfaction.

It takes a second for me to look up again. “Good. It’s only for you.”

She rides me harder, like those words mean everything to her.

“You like being the first to take my pierced cock in this pretty pussy?” The words grind out, and I shouldn’t be asking when I’m this close to coming. I search for a rhythm that keeps her moaning loudly. Her pussy squeezes so tightly around me that I clench my jaw to hold back.

She whimpers. “Yes.”

“Then get on your back and let me watch your eyes roll.”

She’s flat on her back in one swift movement. I take my time kissing all the way up her body until I take one puckered nipple into my mouth and release it with a pop.

“Please, Elias,” she whispers desperately. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her fingers slide into my hair and pull me to her mouth. I’m situated between her legs, and it feels like heaven when she squeezes them around my waist, urging me forward. I slip my tongue into her mouth and play with her tits until her nipples are hard peaks under my thumb. I pull away to kiss along her neck, and her vanilla scent gives me a head rush.

“Want me to keep going?” I whisper as my hands travel to where her hips buck.

“I’ve wanted you to keep going since the moment I met you. I’ve made that pretty damn obvious, Westbrook.”

The mouth on this girl. I’ll never get tired of it. Never get tired of her.

Kissing her is the only thing keeping this slow and at a pace that I can follow. With Sage, I know she won’t care how long this lasts, but I’m determined to make this good for her.

“We can go slower,” Sage offers.

I kiss the considerate words off her lips and let my fingers slip between her wet folds, playing with her clit until she’s so far gone her eyes are rolling back.

“Elias, it’s too much. It’s too good.” Her nails dig into the strained muscles of my back, and I’m sure there will be marks on my skin. As long as they’re from her, I don’t care.

“Take what you need, because I’m about to fuck you exactly how I want.”

She makes a grateful sound. “This is so much better than just imagining you touching me.”

Jesus. She wants me to take it slow, but if she continues saying shit like that, I won’t be able to. Especially when her hips buck as I grip the base of my dick and press the head to her slick core.

But I’m a glutton for punishment. “What do you usually think about?”

She slides her fingers down my abs, which are working overtime right now. “This is pretty damn close.” Then she pauses. “But it’s usually me in the shower, and you on your knees.”

I choke back a groan. “We can arrange that.”

She straightens her strong, toned legs to rest them on my shoulders, showcasing her insane flexibility. I nip the inside of her thigh, making her yelp before I soothe the area with open-mouthed kisses.

Sage moves her hips as if she’s desperately searching for my cock to fill her again. I use the tip to spread her arousal all over her already soaked pussy.

“Look at you, baby, you’re so pretty. Dripping fucking wet for me.” I spread her legs wider to get the perfect view, and Sage lets me push them further than I thought possible. She doesn’t strain, and that’s from years of ballet. When I sink into her, her eyes squeeze shut like she’s in pain. When I’m about to stop, she opens them, and it’s like the sun has risen.

I’m barely holding back, trying to get her where she needs to be. Closing my eyes is the only way I can delay my release now, because looking at her flushed face isn’t helping slow anything down. She squeezes around me and I try not to burst. My heart keens, and Sage gasps.

“I’m coming,” she pants.

“Thank God,” I grunt.

Her arms sling around my neck, and she watches me move in and out of her, and when my piercings hit the right spot, she screams my name. I fucking love it. Then, when I put my lips to her ear and tell her to come again, she does, pulling my release too. Once again proving her idea that she’s difficult is wrong and reminding her when she’s with me she’ll never not be satisfied.

My release feels violent. It contracts every muscle in my body and wrings out every last ounce of pleasure from me. My chest heaves and I shudder in the aftermath.

I climb off Sage and fall on my back. She nuzzles my neck when I pull her closer.

“You’re clingy after sex? Who would’ve guessed?” Her chuckle is short-lived, and when she looks up at me, I know what she’s thinking.

“Real,” I say. “It’s all real.”

“And this is all of you?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, baby. It is.”

Sage runs a finger along my abdomen, tracing the curves of each muscle. “And it’s mine?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Then why haven’t you asked me to be your girlfriend, Elias?”

I turn to face her, lifting her chin so she looks at me. “If you think I’d fuck anyone other than my girlfriend like that, you’re mistaken.”

She continues to look at me expectantly. Not budging. My stubborn girl.

I sigh. “Will you be my real girlfriend, Sage Beaumont?”

It sounds ridiculous to ask. She’s mine. She’s been mine from the very beginning, and asking her to be my girlfriend? It sounds like a weak title compared to how she makes me feel.

Sage rolls a shoulder. “I’ll get back to you on that.”

I drag her underneath me again, and she giggles uncontrollably. Holding myself up on my forearms, I watch Sage brush her curls away from her face and pucker her lips to suppress a smile.

I kiss her. “Say it.”

“Fine,” she relents. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

I flip on my back to pull the comforter over both of us, and she smiles contentedly into my chest. Sage lies right on top of me, over the steady beat of my heart that sings the same song whenever she’s with me.