CHAPTER 0017- Still hard

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes I heard the bedframe again. Chloe’s voice. The wet rhythm of it. Elias’s fingers inside me in the kitchen. The way he’d pulled out of my mouth right before he finished and told me to lock the door.

I woke up aching.

Downstairs smelled like coffee and bacon. Chloe was at the stove in one of Nate’s shirts, hair messy, looking thoroughly fucked and smug about it. Nate sat at the island in yesterday’s clothes, scrolling his phone. Elias stood by the coffee maker with his back to the room, shoulders tight under a black T-shirt.

When I walked in, Chloe grinned.

“Morning. You sleep okay? We weren’t too loud, were we?”

Nate snorted into his mug. I forced a smile and said something about being a heavy sleeper. My voice sounded thin.

Elias finally turned. His eyes met mine for half a second — dark, unreadable — then flicked away. He poured coffee and set a mug in front of me without a word. His fingers brushed mine on the handle. Deliberate. Quick. Enough to make my stomach drop.

Nate and Chloe talked through breakfast like nothing was wrong. Plans for the day. Some party they might go to later. I nodded when I was supposed to and pushed eggs around my plate. Under the table my thighs were pressed tight together. I could still feel where Elias’s hand had been the night before.

After they finished, Chloe dragged Nate upstairs to “shower.” The second their door closed, the water started. Then the unmistakable sound of bodies against the glass.

Elias set his mug down hard.

“Come with me.”

He didn’t wait. Just walked toward his office at the end of the hall. I followed on unsteady legs. The second we were inside he shut the door, locked it, and pushed me back against it.

His mouth was on mine — rough, open, tasting like coffee and restraint. One hand shoved into my sleep shorts and found me soaked. He groaned into the kiss.

“Still this wet,” he muttered against my lips. “From listening to my daughter get fucked all night.”

I nodded, already rocking against his hand. He pushed two fingers inside me and fucked me with them hard and fast, palm grinding against my clit. I bit his shoulder to stay quiet. Upstairs the shower spray mixed with Chloe’s voice, soft and broken.

Elias pulled his fingers out, spun me around, and bent me over his desk. Papers scattered. He yanked my shorts down to my knees and I heard his zipper. The thick head of his cock dragged through my folds once, twice, smearing wetness everywhere.

Then he stopped.

Just stayed there, pressed against me, breathing hard.

“We can’t,” he said, voice strained. “Not with them right upstairs. Not after last night.”

I pushed back anyway, trying to take him in. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and held me still.

“Don’t.”

“Please—”

“No.” He sounded like it hurt him to say it. “If I fuck you right now I won’t be able to stay quiet. And neither will you.”

Instead he reached around and rubbed my clit with two fingers while the head of his cock stayed notched right at my entrance, teasing, never pushing in. Every time I tried to sink back he pulled his hips away just enough. The denial made my eyes water.

“You’re dripping on my desk,” he said against my ear. “Making a mess while my daughter gets railed in the shower twenty feet away.”

I came like that — shaking, silent, thighs trembling, his cock still only kissing my entrance while his fingers worked me through it. The orgasm was sharp and unfinished, the kind that left me hungrier than before.

When it was over he stepped back. I heard him tuck himself away, still hard. I stayed bent over the desk, shorts around my knees, trying to catch my breath.

He turned me around gently and fixed my clothes. His jaw was tight. A muscle jumped in his cheek.

“Tonight,” he said quietly. “After they leave for that party. I’m going to finish what we started. No more almost. No more stopping.”

I nodded, still shaky.

He unlocked the door and opened it like nothing had happened. Upstairs the shower had stopped. Chloe’s laugh floated down the hall, bright and careless.

Elias looked at me one more time.

“Go sit with them,” he said. “Act normal. And Riley…”

His voice dropped.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself today. That orgasm belongs to me tonight.”

Then he walked out, leaving me in his office with the taste of him still in my mouth and the ache between my legs worse than ever.