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She yanks it open, and the rest of the guys are standing there, eyes wild and faces grim.
“Hey, boys,” she says and pushes past them. “All good in here.”
“Yeah,” I pant, leaning on my elbows as I watch her disappear. “All fucking good.”
16
OLIVER
We’re sprawledon the couch, the glow of the TV flickering across the room. I steal glances at Eliza as she laughs at something dumb on the screen. There’s a buzz in my head, a kind of electric hum that’s got nothing to do with the comedy playing out before us. It’s all her – Eliza, with those sharp green eyes that miss nothing and that laugh that could turn heads in any room.
I’m still completely in awe of her and what she did for James. He has dark needs that he keeps on a tight leash. He is the most controlled man I have ever come across, but earlier, Eliza gave him something that unravelled him completely. I wish I could’ve seen it. Next time, and I know there will be a next time, he needs to let me watch him force himself on her. To see her lose that part of her to him will be the sweetest prelude before I fuck her myself. I’m dying for it. I’m the only one left, but that is something I plan on rectifying right now.
Eliza doesn’t miss the way I’m looking at her—like a dog with its tongue hanging out, probably. She turns her gaze to me, the corners of her lips ticking up in this slow smile, like a punch straight to the gut, in the best way possible. That smile promisesme things, whispering secrets without a single word spoken. And I’m here for it, ready to dive into whatever she’s offering.
I reach out, fingertips grazing her hand, lying casually on the couch between us. It feels like flipping a switch; the contact sparks something raw and intense. I take her hand, her skin soft but her grip strong.
She watches me with those mesmerising eyes as I move closer, drawn by an invisible force I don’t want to resist. My fingers, shaking with need and desire, find the line of her jaw. She tilts her head, granting better access.
“You jealous of all the attention everyone else is getting?”
Snorting at her bluntness that will never get old, I murmur, “Fuck, yeah.”
“Well, maybe it’s time to turn up the heat on this simmer, then.”
We’re both caught in this moment that feels like it’s been building forever.
We lean in, slow but unstoppable. My lips hover near hers, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her mouth. The tension coils tighter in my gut, anticipation sharpening my senses until there’s nothing else but the space between us waiting to be shattered.
Our lips crash together, and the slow burn ignites into a raging inferno. I grab her throat, pulling her closer, devouring her mouth with mine. My heart pounds a brutal rhythm against my chest; I tell her with every kiss that I’m done waiting.
Pushing her back, I’m over her in an instant, my body pressing hers into the cushions as my fingers fumble at the waistband of her joggers.
“Ollie,” she breathes, a challenge lacing her voice.
I tug the soft fabric down her legs, exposing her to me, while my other hand works to free my raging cock.
Eliza bucks under me, her hands coming up to push at my chest. But I catch her wrists, pinning them beside her head. No words pass between us now; we don’t need them. Her struggle isn’t fear—it’s invitation, it’s the thrill of the fight that gets our blood pumping hotter.
She knows us all so well, knows what we need her to give us. It’s a goddamn revelation.
I tighten my grip on her, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips.
Gripping my cock, hard and ready, the air is cool against my heated skin.
Her body arches, a silent scream of defiance and desire, and I smirk. “You love this, don’t you?” I whisper, knowing full well she thrives on the edge just as much as I do.
She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t have to. The way she looks at me, the way her body responds under mine, speaks louder than any words could. We’re in our own world now, a world ruled by lust and power, where only the strongest desires survive.
I thrust into her hard, with no room for hesitation or second guesses. My cock slides into her soaking heat, and a guttural sound rips from deep in my throat. Her wetness coats me, and I lose myself in the sensation.
Gripping Eliza’s hips, my fingers dig into her flesh to anchor her to the reality of our fucking. Each thrust is more urgent than the last, chasing the edge of oblivion.
Eliza’s body convulses, her pussy quickly clamping down fiercely around my cock. Her cry fills the room—a raw, primal sound that sends a surge of triumph through my veins. She’s coming undone, and I’m the one pulling the strings.
“Fuck, Eliza,” I groan, lust clawing at my insides like a caged beast desperate for release. The sight of her writhing under me,the feel of her clutching me so tightly—it’s too much, too fucking good.
I don’t slow down, I can’t. Instead, I pound into her with everything I’ve got, harder and faster, relentless. Sweat forms on my brow, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is the heat, the tightness, the slick pleasure of her wrapped around my length.
