Page 44 of Dare To Live

“Then do as I fucking tell you.”

I settle my hands on the front of his sweatpants and curl my fingers around the hard length of his cock. Stroking it through the cloth, I smile when he groans.

“Mouth,” Eli rasps. “Not your fucking hand. You might as well give up now if you can’t stick to the rules I’ve laid down.”

“You know better than that. I followed all your rules in the past.”

A nerve jumps in his jaw. “When Sin asked you to do things.”

“When you asked me.” I’m not sure why I find it important to remind him that Sin is just another side of him, but I do. “I was playing those games with you, Eli. No one else.”

I’ve seen some of the demons he’s still battling. As much as I want to fix him, I know the only one who can help Eli is himself. He needs to work through them, and all I can hope is giving him this will help banish some of his pain. I might have started out wanting Sin once, but I’d come to love Eli.

I slide my hands to the waistband of his sweats, and tug them down. He lifts his hips so I can pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his thighs. His cock is standing to attention, thick and proud and I can’t take my eyes off it.

Has it always been that big?

His fingers flex against the couch cushions, but he still makes no move to touch me.

How far will I have to go to break that iron-like control? He’s stubborn, but everyone has a breaking point. I want him to want me as much as I want him. With a primal need that won’t be stopped until it’s sated.

Naked between his legs, on my knees, I lean forward, wrap one hand around his cock and move my mouth to the tip. I keep eye contact with him, as I swipe my tongue over him.

A flicker of … something ... sparks in the depths of his eyes.

Lips parting, I suck the crown of his dick into my mouth, then slowly inch by inch, take his length down my throat.

Chapter 26

Eli

Any minute now she’ll stand up, get dressed, and walk away.

When she crawls across the floor, pulls my dick out and opens her mouth, I almost call a halt myself. But then her lips slide over the tip and the sheer pleasure of it wipes any thought of pushing her away from my mind.

Contrary to what I’d told her, I haven’t fucked my way through dozens of women since we broke up. In fact, since moving out to the cabin permanently, I haven’t been with anyone at all.

My gaze refocuses on her head bobbing up and down in front of me, the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my dick, and her tongue licking over me. Her eyelashes have lowered, shielding her eyes, and I tip my head back against the couch.

Has she always felt this good?

I can remember the first time she sucked my dick, her hesitancy, her eagerness. She shows no sign of discomfort now, though.

How many times has she done this since leaving me? How many others has she been in this position for?

I must make a sound because her eyelids lift, and she pauses in her sucking. I glare at her.

“Stop.” I tangle a hand in her hair and pull her off before she can move.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“How many dicks have you sucked since we broke up?”

She sighs. “Eli, we’ve been through this.”

“Answer me.”

“No.”

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