Page 44 of Ecstasy
Just as I lean in, wanting her mouth all over me, wanting to taste me from her lips, I hear something upstairs.
A creaking.
The sound of Alex’s floorboards beneath his feet. I don’t sleep much; I know all of the sounds in this house.
Zara’s eyes flick up to the ceiling, her mouth open, her fingers on her tongue.
I wait, tense, hoping he’ll just use the bathroom and go back to sleep. But I know better. He’s going to be looking for her.
And he does.
His footsteps pause, as if he might be confused, and then they head toward his door.
I kiss Zara’s ear, her startled breath against my cheek. “It’s okay, baby girl. Get some water.” I reach between us, running my finger up her slit one last time, loving the way she shivers. Loving the way she’s still so fucking wet. “I’ll hide out until he takes you back up.” I trail my hand over her thigh, her scars, just as I hear Alex come to the top of the stairs.
“Eli,” Zara whispers, and it sounds pleading. Like she wants me to stay.
“Shh, baby. Have a good night.” I kiss her again, and then I pull away, rubbing my index finger and my thumb together, the sticky wetness making me hard all over again.
I pull up my pants, and slink back into the dining room just as Alex comes down the stairs.
“Zara?” he calls, his voice soft.
I can see her from where I’m standing, but they won’t be able to see me.
I see her drop her fingers from her mouth, tuck her hair behind her ear. She opens the fridge, and I see she’s nervous in how she moves, her foot sliding up against her opposite calf.
She grabs a bottle of water, twists off the cap just as Alex comes to stand in the kitchen.
“Zara?” he asks again. He’s in shorts and nothing else. From this angle, I see both of them, staring at each other.
I glance down at the hem of her shirt.Hisshirt. If he steps closer, if he touches her, he’ll get my cum all over him.
I hold my breath, waiting, leaning against the wall in the dining room.
“Are you okay, princess?”
She tips back the bottle of water, the plastic crinkling as she drinks. Then she sets it on the counter at her side, nodding.
I see her glance in the dark my way, but I know she can’t see me.
Still, I slip my hand into my pants, rub my wet fingers up and down my hard cock, watching them.
Alex steps closer. “You scared me,” he says quietly.
Thenshereaches up, wraps her arms around his neck. Her shirt rides up, showing off the bottom curve of her ass. He grabs it, squeezing.
I bite my lip, stroking myself faster. Harder.
And then he says, “What’s on your shirt?” as he steps back, dropping his hand from her ass.
She grabs it in her fist, covering the wet spot. “Water,” she lies, her voice husky. “I spilled water.”
Alex laughs a little, rubbing her arm. “Come on, clumsy. Let’s get you back to bed.” Then he throws his arm around her shoulder, and together, they walk out of the kitchen. But just as they disappear from view, she twists under his arm and glances back at me.
“Scared, princess?” Alex whispers.
I just catch sight of her smile before they disappear down the hall. “No. Not with you.”
