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“How—” I moan as he does it again.

“You’d be surprised how many erogenous zones we have.” His thumbs sweep upward to my toes. “They connect to different parts of our body.”

I moan in bliss, and melt back into the cushions, when he turns the same careful attention to my other foot. My attention slips to the bulge I can see in the front of his sweatpants.

Is he enjoying what he’s doing? Does he like being under my control? Or is it the fact I’m letting him touch me?

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I order him, my voice shaky.

It’s warm enough in the room that he shouldn’t be too cold. He doesn’t have to stay completely naked for long, just until he’s done what I wanted.

He tips his head to the side. “You want me naked?”

I nod. “All of it off.”

Eli shifts around to strip out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Naked on the floor in front of me, his long thick erection bobs upward. My whole body flushes in response to his excitement. It’s a beautiful and dangerous sight.

I remember how it felt to have him inside me.

“Touch yourself.”

His eyes stay on mine for a heated moment, then he spreads his thighs. One hand wraps around his cock.

“Make yourself come for me.” I lick my lips and moan when he strokes himself.

He’s naked, hard, and touching himself … all for my amusement.

A drop of pre-cum slides down the tip, coating the head as he works his hand up and down. His breath is coming out in harsh pants, and I’m mesmerized by the taut concentration on his face as he chases a release I’ve ordered him to take. My pussy pulses needily, but I try to ignore it. Maybe having him do this was a bad idea. I want to touch myself again, but instead, I watch him watching me.

The muscles in his arms flex as he pumps his cock, his movements becoming faster, harder, and harsher.

“Fuck.” The word is a raspy curse.

Hips bucking forward, he comes with a tortured groan, spilling his seed all over the wooden floor. He doesn’t stop until he’s stroked out every last drop. He runs his other hand through his hair, breathing heavily.

Chapter 65

Eli

My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I’m lightheaded. Whether that’s from the intensity of my orgasm, of having Ari’s eyes on me while I get myself off, or because I’m naked, with my scars on display, I can’t say.

I focus on getting my breathing under control, lowering my head, and bracing my hand against the floor, while I suck in oxygen. When I open my eyes, there’s a foot in front of my face. She wiggles her toes.

“Kiss.”

“Good thing I don’t have a problem with feet, huh?” My voice is wry. I press my lips to her feet, kissing each toe.

Tipping my head slightly, I glance up to find her watching me.

“I don’t have a foot fetish,” I tell her, then flick my tongue over her toes. “But if this is your kink, and you want me to mouth-fuck your toes, you should tell me.”

Her eyes widen, lips parting, and she jerks her foot away, shaking her head. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

I push to my feet and walk into the kitchen. The skin between my shoulders is prickling with the awareness that her eyes are on me, on the scars littering my back. I find some paper towels, then go back and clean up the floor. Once that’s done, I toss the towels into the trash and kneel beside the couch.

“How many of the girls at school have you slept with?”

I shrug. “I don’t keep count. A few?”

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