Chapter 46 Pound You Senseless
Genesis's POV
I couldn't let him go to the docks.
That single thought burned in my mind. If Eli showed up there, Christian's whole plan would crash and burn.
In a panic, I looped one arm around Eli's neck. I leaned into his kiss, matching his rhythm.
Eli froze for a beat. He clearly hadn't expected me to push back like that. Then his big, hot hand clamped on my lower back.
His tongue slipped past my lips, teasing mine into a tangle.
I'd never felt a kiss from him this rough. He pulled my body flush against his chest.
His tongue explored my mouth without holding back. It danced with mine, pulling me under.
My legs turned to jelly. I sagged against him, wrapped in his scent.
His heavy breaths hit like a trigger. They dragged me deeper into his pull.
My hand kept moving. In a haze, I recalled what the girls had said about building speed.
So I picked up the pace.
Eli let out a low grunt.
I snapped alert. Fear hit me hard. I stopped cold. Had I hurt him?
【You okay?】 I signed quick, worry flooding my fingers.
But Eli's gray-blue eyes locked on me. They burned with hunger, like he could devour me whole.
I stepped back fast. My butt hit the edge of the desk.
Damn it, I knew nothing. Regret twisted in my gut. I'd been too clumsy, roughed him up. Now he'd bail, head straight for the docks.
I dropped my gaze. My brain raced for a fix.
"Your guts just ballooned out of nowhere," Eli said. His eyes pinned me, dark with want.
He reached out. One tug, and I tumbled back into his arms.
I blinked up at him, stunned. Then he nipped my neck, sharp and annoyed. "You light the fire and think you can bolt? Fat chance."
【You're not going?】 The signs flew from my hands before I could pull away.
Eli bit back a laugh, teeth gritted. "You're a dirty little thing. Craving my body that much, huh?"
No way. Heat scorched my cheeks. But to keep him here, I couldn't shoot it down.
He saw me freeze. His grin widened. "Keep at it." He guided my hand back to his cock, voice rough. "Don't quit now."
Shame burned through me. But I had to hold him back. Teeth clenched, I gripped tighter.
His cock throbbed hot and hard under my palm. I squeezed my eyes shut. Couldn't look. Just stroked up and down, steady.
Eli didn't hold back his sounds. Each pass drew a raw, husky breath from him. Sexy as hell.
Eyes closed, I pictured him anyway. Head tipped back, jaw tight, lost in it.
He hooked my chin. His lips crashed down on mine.
The kiss turned fierce, all claim. One hand slid under my shirt hem, up my side. It cupped my breast, firm.
His scorching palm made me shiver head to toe. I jerked back on instinct. But Eli shifted his hips. His cock nudged my palm, insistent.
My eyes flew open. Panic spiked. He licked my lower lip, slow and teasing. Held my stare the whole time.
My face flamed hotter than ever. Finally, he eased off. Pulled out his phone. Dialed Walker.
"Handle the loading," Eli told him. "I'm tied up."
Relief washed over me, soft and quick. Looked like I'd pulled it off. Eli was staying.
Tension bled out. My strokes slowed without me thinking.
Walker pushed back from the line. "This load's critical. You need to eyeball it yourself."
Eli shot me a glare, irritation flashing. "Just do your job." He cut the call before Walker could argue.
Mission done. Shyness crashed in. I tugged my hand free, sneaky.
Eli snagged my wrist. "Big and bold to trap me. Shy already?"
He leaned in close. His body pinned mine to the desk. He wrapped my fingers around his cock again. "Your technique's off. Let me fix that." Breath hot on my ear, he took over. Guided my hand in firm, even strokes.
His cock swelled hotter. I swear it grew thicker right there.
Eli crushed his mouth to mine. His eyes gleamed wild. "Feel that? It's dying to bury in you. Pound you senseless."
He trailed kisses down my neck. His hand kept ours moving, relentless.
God, I wanted to black out. Wipe this embarrassment clean.
I moved on autopilot. Felt his temp climb, skin feverish under my touch.
His breaths came faster, ragged. Strokes turned urgent. Then heat spurted across my palm. Splashed my belly under my shirt.
The thick, musky scent filled the room. I knew exactly what it was.
I yanked my hand back. Wiped the mess on his pants, grossed out.
Eli barked a laugh, pissed off. He gripped my waist. Pinned me flat on the desk. Nipped my chin. "Hate it that much?"
I shook my head wild. But he wasn't done. His hand dipped under my shirt again. Mouth sealed over mine. Fingers roamed my sides, teasing.
I barely registered the kiss. Too busy freaking over his touch everywhere.
"You act like my cum's poison," he murmured low in my ear. "But it'll land right here soon." His palm flattened on my navel, warm.
"And here." He slid up. Squeezed my breast hard, thumb circling.
"Last... it'll flood your pussy. Stuff you full." His hand plunged lower. Slipped past my panty edge.
I thrashed. Grabbed his wrist tight, nails digging.
Eli's eyes narrowed, annoyed. My vision blurred with tears.
【You promised no bed right now.】 I signed through the sting, holding his hand still. No more slide south.
Things teetered too far already. I couldn't let it spin out. Or it'd all go to hell.
Eli stared at my watery eyes. Long beat. Then he eased his grip.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
I clutched my pants. Locked every muscle. No give.
Eli was a total player. Bed was his call, whims included. My one lame promise? Weak sauce. If he pushed now, I'd have zero leverage.
His full weight settled on me. Heat poured off him, trapping me. I held dead still. Heart hammered.
What if the wait killed him? Or that promise was just sweet talk, and he'd flip the script. Take what he wanted anyway?
Time blurred. Minutes? Hours? No clue.
Eli finally frowned down at me.