Ride or Die

Chapter 8 - Don't crash

I wake up long before my alarm goes off.

My sheets are rumpled from a restless night of tossing and turning.

It's been a month since I got here and today was my first evaluation.

I get up from the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I take my clothes off and step into the shower.

I take my sweet time, savoring the hot water, trying and failing to calm my shaking fingers.

Fuck.

I steal a glance at the clock. Five a.m.

I send Elias a quick text. Meet me in my room it says.

Over the past month, we had gotten closer. And ever since he figured out my method worked wonders to improve the results while riding, we had become even closer.

We tried to understand why it left me relaxed whereas Elias got all exited, but soon realized we both were idiots, because none of us could comprehend all that talk about hormones and neurotransmitters.

The method, as we resorted to call it, remained a mystery.

I put on some red lace panties and got under the sheets, scrolling through my phone waiting for Elias.

He entered my room forty minutes later, clad in sweatpants that hung low on his hips, giving me a perfect view of his delicious v-line.

He closed the door behind him, locking it with a smirk.

I had half-opened the blinds, and the morning light streaming through lit his features with a golden glow.

He jumped on the bed, landing right on top of me, and took my phone from my hands, placing it on the nightstand.

"Good morning, Sugar" Elias said, his voice hoarse from sleep. A shiver ran down my spine.

He placed a finger on my chin and traced down. Once his finger touched the sheet covering my breasts he stopped, as if realizing I had nothing on.

"Oh, you dirty little thing." He kissed my throat and I swallowed. Elias made his way down my neck, sucking at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I groaned, shifting my hips, so that his erection pressed against my core.

"So needy," he grunts, pressing his hips into me, making me moan.

I grab his face with my hands and bring his mouth to mine.

When his lips touch mine, sparkles erupt, flowing up and down my body. He bites my lower lip, making me gasp. His tongue brushes mine, and I arch into him, sliding my hands into his hair.

Elias groans and the corners of my mouth lift. He pulls away, giving my lips one last peck before he brings his hand to the sheet, bringing it down as he leaves open mouthed kisses all over my chest and stomach.

He stops when he reaches my waist, seeing my red panties peeking under the sheet. He drops the sheet and comes up to my face.

He leans down, and I tilt my head up to kiss him, but he dives for my neck instead. He sucks on the sensitive flesh.

"You want my fingers?" he asks, his hand skidding down to my wet cunt. He slips one finger under the fabric on my panties, and brushes my clit.

My eyes flutter closed. He kisses my jaw, and whispers against my ear. "Or do you want my mouth?"

He licks my neck, sucking on it, and a moan escapes me. "I want –" I can't think. The feeling of his lips on my neck and his finger rubbing the sensitive nub too much.