Page 55 of Change My Mind
Eli laughed. “Maybe a little.”
“Nothing little about it,” I pointed out. The smile that broke out on Eli’s face was downright sinful.
“Can I continue?” he asked.
“Let it go,” I replied, staring at his hand holding himself. He released his cock, and it bobbed in the air. Pre-cum was beading at the tip. I swiped it with my thumb and stroked his cock twice, the soft skin getting slicker as I spread his pre-cum along his length. I let a trickle of spit drip from my mouth to join the slickness as I stroked him twice more before guiding him to my entrance. Wordlessly, he hooked one of my legs over his arm, and the notch of his piercing pressed inside me. I welcomed it as I sank down as far as I could.
“Fuck, Dove, you good?” Eli whispered into my ear. The term of endearment made me clench, and he grunted against me.
“I’m good.”
He started rocking his hips slowly. I buried my face into his shoulder to muffle my moans as he fucked me.
“What do you need?” His voice was broken against me.
“Fingers,” I gasped. Within seconds, his fingers pressed against my clit and moved in assured, firm circles.
“Keep doing exactly that,” I whined.
“Shit, you feel so good. Please tell me you’re close.”
I didn’t get a chance to answer because I fell into the sweet abyss of release. I gripped at his T-shirt to keep me grounded as I shook against him, his hips still driving into me.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”Eli stilled against me and grunted into my shoulder as his orgasm overtook him. I ran my fingers through his hair as he shuddered through the last of it.
He slipped out of me and carefully placed my leg back down before grabbing some toilet paper and gently cleaning up the mess between my legs.
I took a deep breath now that I felt like my soul had finally returned to my body.
“That was… Well…” I trailed off, and Eli laughed softly as he threw the toilet paper in the toilet.
“Yeah. It was. You okay?” he asked as he did his jeans and belt back up.
“Yup. I need to pee. Can I have my underwear back?”
“No, I think I want to know that you’re feeling me drip out of you while you’re out there with your friends.”
I frowned. “Yeah, that’s the problem. Dripping.”
“Is it a hard limit?” Eli asked, seriously.
I thought about it.
“No, not a hard limit,” I confirmed. Eli smiled.
“I will see you out there.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and left.
When I came out of the stall, I looked in the mirror and studied my reflection as I washed my hands. The good news was that it wasn’t physically obvious that I had just been fucked against a stall door. The bad news was that I had no idea how to explain my extended absence to my friends, so I just had to hope that they were so involved in making sure thatClara and Jesse had a great time, they hadn’t noticed I was missing. And who was missing with me.
When I got back to our area, which was miraculously empty save for Eli, he handed me a tequila shot. He watched me carefully as I licked a line on the back of my hand before holding it out for him to dab salt on it. I made a show of sucking the salt off my hand before I tipped the shot back into my mouth. I held my hand out for the lime.
Eli shook his head and placed the slice of lime between his teeth. I looked around us. I couldn’t see anyone from our group, so I leaned in, squeezing the lime juice into my mouth, my lips brushing against his. I used my tongue to lick up the juice that dripped down his chin.
When I had cleaned him up, I stepped away and went to find my sister.
Thirty-Five
ELI
