The Sheikh Bear (5 page)

Chapter 11

It took off far too fast, but it was like she was being whisked into a storm of fire and delicious heat. Before she could fully understand what was happening, Malik was leading her by the lips toward the car.

She stumbled after him, wanting to keep her mouth on his and allowing this strange sensation to carry her far away from the pain of the past few months.

They moved back inside the car, and when Malik opened the backseat doors, Elle was reluctant to part from him for a moment.

Finally there and safe from the incoming storm, Elle only had a moment to breathe slowly before Malik was sliding against her and pressing another amazing kiss to her lips.

Elle moaned against his mouth, more out of surprise and now that her head wasn’t as preoccupied with his words and more with what was happening between them.

“M-Malik,” she began against his lips.

He paused for a moment, breathing hard against her while his hands were flush against her ribs. She was so close to pushing him away, so close to ending their little charade before it got too far when she saw it.

Saw the familiar rawness in his eyes that told her that he wasn’t so far off from where she was in terms of feelings. That same pain that she had seen for months in her own eyes since Alex left her was now being reflected back at her through his eyes.

He was also hurt… and it was driving him just as crazy as this strange attraction between the two of them. And that was when Elle knew she couldn’t stop herself from connecting with this man.

When her mouth met his, the kiss was different. Different because now there was a different desperation behind her tongue and when his lips parted to meet hers, she caught that same desperation against his.

It was bitter, it was heady, and it made Elle want to make it all go away.

The kiss intensified, and their breathing grew haggard as each touch they caused over their skin made desire flow like lava. She couldn’t remember who touched bare flesh first, but the next thing she knew, her clothes were being peeled off her sweat-sticky skin.

Her shirt went first, and when she felt Malik’s lips burn down her throat toward her breasts, Elle let out a gasp that ripped into his hands and made him grasp her closer to him.

His shirt came next, and soon her hands were running over the sharp planes of his muscular back. When Malik’s teeth found the edge of her bra, Elle was collapsing back against the lush leather seat, back arching to expose her to his attention.

His fingers made quick work of the fabric containing her and when the strap of her bra came undone, she felt her breast spill out of the underwear and into Malik’s hands.

His thumbs and forefingers found her nipples easily, teasing the puckered flesh and sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through Elle’s system. When his mouth closed around one of the dusky rose buds, Elle let out a cry that was muffled by a crackle of thunder.

His tongue flashed over her skin, gently laving over the peaks of her breasts and eliciting electric sparks beneath her flesh. Her nerve endings were on overload, filling her to the brim with the intoxicating desire to pull him closer.

Their movements became less focused, clumsier now that they were both on a one way road to a singular climax. Her hands yanked into his dark hair, the moisture of the rain making her snag on his tangled hair almost too hard. He let out a sharp hiss at that, but said nothing.

Malik’s hands had found the hem of her pants quick, and when he pulled them down, his nails had accidentally raked against the sensitive flesh of her rear and thighs.

Elle let out a groan at that but felt the pain ebb away into a sting that could only be satisfied the more he touched her.

She lifted her knee to help him pull her pants off, and ended up accidentally kicking him in the ribs.

“Sorry!” She began, but he gave her a smirk instead and for the first moment since they began, she thought she saw the old Malik in how he loomed over her.

A giggle erupted from her lips when his fingers pressed against a tickle spot by her hips, her body jerking at the contact.

“You’re ticklish?” He asked.

“Don’t you dare,” Elle hissed, already throwing her hands to catch his before he dared do anything that would break the mood. Malik laughed throatily, swooping down to press another hot kiss against her mouth.

Elle moaned when his hands proceeded to run up and down her sides, paying close attention to her breasts before he made his way further down.

His fingers trailed teasingly close where she needed it most, and Elle’s hips bucks the closer he inched near her folds, grazing but never touching them.

He was teasing her, for sure, and it sparked a competitive fire in Elle’s blood that made her drag her own palms down his skin before meeting the clothed erection straining through his expensive suit trousers.

Malik let out a yelp when she grasped him and when he looked back up at her, she was smirking back at him.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to do it.”

He said with a wicked smile, and with a decisive tug, Malik pulled his fingers around her drenched sex and pressed two fingers knuckle-deep inside of Elle.

Elle let out a gasp at the intrusion, feeling her body shudder with each thrust he pushed against her. She had almost forgotten about his erection in her hand until she gave him an involuntary squeeze.

He moaned above her and the sound snapped her back to attention. Her hands found the buttons of his trousers, quickly unbuckling the belt and pulling down the zipper before she hooked her thumbs at his hips.

“Elle, are you—” Malik began, his words stopping short when she pulled the fabric of his pants and underwear down with one yank.

His fingers paused their thrusting and when their gazes met, Elle could only smile at him before her fingers grasped around his length.

He was thick, long, and hot and the skin felt silky smooth at her touch. Gentle but hurriedly, Elle wasted no time to pump him, remembering how she had gained her experience with Alex and how he had loved it when she went fast.

Instead, Malik reached a hand down and closed his fingers around her wrist, eyes clenched shut tight.

“E-easy,” He wheezed. “Not so fast.”

“Am I hurting you?”

She asked, feeling reproachful now that they took a moment to reflect.

Malik gave her a one-sided smile.

“I’m fine,” he said, “just… go a little slower.”

When he released her, Elle resumed her caress over his skin, sliding her palm and fingers up and down his length with more deliberate strokes.

“Like that,” he said, eyes still shut but loosening into a pleasured expression.

His face was so vulnerable, Elle could only stare in awe.

“Like this.” He said and suddenly, his fingers were pumping into her.

The sensations made her grip on him stutter to a stop before she picked up to her rhythmic pace. Carefully, she tightened her hold around him, and in response, Malik pumped his fingers into her a little harder.

Elle could feel Malik thrust his hips against her hand just as she wiggled and grinded her hips against his, their gasps and moans growing together the more they moved.

Just as Elle could feel the beginning of her orgasm approach, Malik suddenly stopped, and Elle let out a swift groan of protest.

“Not like this,” Malik sighed out.

“I want to be inside you when you come.”

His words only made her body feel further high-strung, made her muscles coil in anticipation for the pleasure that was to come.

Even as she felt that way, she felt a rush of heat burn against her cheeks, made her feel so strangely shy beneath his heated gaze.

“How could you say things like that…?” She muttered.

“That’s embarrassing.”

Malik didn’t seem to be expecting this and when he glanced down at her, she felt like she was being revered all over again.

Finally, a small smile passed over his lips and it was the first time she ever saw him smile at her like that.

“You’re something else, Miss Roberts.”

“S-shut up, Malik.”

She muttered, but her embarrassment melted away when she felt his thumb land over her clit and rub leisure circles against it.

“My name,” he murmured, “is Zayn. I’d like for you to call me that.”

“Ah-ha—ah—aahh…” Elle moaned, lips parted to let out her moans of wanton pleasure.

Malik pressed a little harder against her and Elle’s hips gave a rather sharp buck at that, her fingers falling from around his member to grasp to his shoulder.

“Say it, Elle.”

It only occurred to her then that he meant for her to say his name.

“Z-Zayn,” she breathed out, her breath hiccupping in her chest as he gave her another rub.

She could feel it… the start of her orgasm just creeping up.

“Say it again…”

“Zayn,” she moaned, bucking against him again to make the friction harder.

She wanted to take that plunge right now. Of course, Malik would pull away, and when she blinked through half-lidded eyes, he was smiling down at her widely.

Before she could yell at him to keep moving, she suddenly felt him shift his hips, aligning himself against her assuredly.

Elle’s eyes widened when she realized he was just against her entrance.

“Ready?” He breathed.

“Zayn!” His name exploded from her lips just as he sheathed himself deep within her.

The sensation of being filled by him made Elle arch her back and let out a cry she had never heard from herself ever before.

Alex had been thick, but he wasn’t particularly long. Whereas Malik, on the other hand, had pushed himself so deeply inside her, Elle could feel him in her throat.

His girth, while dense, was not unpleasant, yet it took a few moments of heavy breathing and clenching hard to each other for Elle to become accustomed to his fullness.

Carefully, Malik pumped against her, keeping his strokes short against her so that she could get used to how deep he penetrated her.

Each graze of his tip brushed against her womb, making Elle feel like all the blood in her body would pulse against her head before rushing back down and then back to her head all over again.

“Elle,” Malik breathed against her throat, his hands bruising tight against her hips and against her arched back.

“Relax.”

Elle took in his words and had to physically pry one of her hands from his scalp, where she had been gripping to for her life.

He pumped against her once more, pressing soothing kisses to her throat before meeting her parted lips deliciously.

His mouth worked over hers, bringing her back to him and allowing her to reciprocate his kisses with growing passion.

Before long, he was fluidly pulling back before sliding into her again, memorizing with his hands how her body would convulse and arc with every thrust like a wave.

“Oh,” Elle moaned after he pulled away, dragging one of his fingers to tease her clit.

“Oh, Zayn…”

His movements, while slow, were steadily driving her mad and if he didn’t increase his pace soon, Elle would probably explode with frustration.

“P-please,” she begged. He slowed down and Elle nearly shouted.

“What is it?” He asked her softly.

Elle reached back up around his jaw, cradling his face with her hands as she brought him up to her mouth, “Faster,
faster.
”

Malik groaned into her tongue, dragging one of his hands down from her hip to grip to her thigh. He pulled the limb further up, adjusting their position so he could meet her demands.

He gave one particularly strong thrust and Elle was letting out an amazing scream, her eyes popping open to behold trickles of rain and gales of wind ripping around their small car right now.

She wasn’t sure if the car was shaking hard because of the wind or because of how powerfully Malik was pounding into her.

Her entire body was on fire, her limbs quivering with every hot flash of pleasure, and suddenly Malik’s thumb was flicking harder against her sex, driving her into her orgasm with the force of an explosion.

Until, finally, Elle felt her walls clamp down against Malik’s length, and she was riding out the most powerful climax she had ever felt in her life.

She distinctly heard someone calling Malik’s name over and over, and it wasn’t until she felt her mind settle down from the white-hot pleasure that she realized it was her own voice pleading with Malik to keep going.

Suddenly, Malik pushed harder and harder against her, and Elle felt her body spasm with each thrust until he was shuddering powerful, his body wracking as he let out a low groan that grew into a shout.

Without warning, he pulled away from her and Elle felt the absence of him from her body immediately. She almost asked what was wrong until she felt something hot slap and spread over her belly and chest.