Page 112 of Ecstasy
They keep their hands on my throat but loosen their grip and I’m moaning, my forehead against Eli’s chest, slick with sweat, and his hand still between us.
And then Alex is tense against my back, grabbing at my neck, his teeth against my shoulder and I know he’s coming, too. The both of us, together, all over Eli.
But Eli isn’t done.
He brings his hand up, the reverberations of my orgasm still throbbing between my legs so that I don’t even need anyone to touch me there. It’s like I can still feel it. And I’m still gasping for air when Eli puts his fingers in his mouth, licking me off him.
I pick my head up, watching him, and behind me, Alex slowly slides out of me. My hands are on Eli’s chest as I stare down at him still tasting me.
The bed dips and I don’t know if Alex gets up, and I don’t care either.
I can’t stop staring at Eli. I’m still breathing hard, still caught up in the feeling of coming around both of them, I can’t really think. I don’t know what Eli wants now. I don’t know how he wants to finish this but, he moves quickly.
One second I’m on top of him, gasping, and the next, he’s flipped us both over and he’s on top of me. For a crazy moment, I imagine him wrestling. I think about how fast he must be. How strong he is.
How hot he probably looks on the mat.
And then he’s kissing me again, the taste of me on his lips, and all of those thoughts are gone. The only thing I can think of is now is the taste of him, the feel of him as he reaches between us and guides himself back into me.
I’m sore, and it hurts, and he doesn’t go slow. He’s hard and fast and rough and I whimper, and it isn’t a good sound.
“Hey,” Alex calls sharply from somewhere beyond the bed, somewhere I can’t see. “Be fucking careful with her.” I hear the restraint in his words. I know he doesn’t want Eli to finish at all. I know Alex doesn’t care about that, but Eli doesn’t slow.
He’s fast and rough and tears are pricking behind my eyes.
“Eli, slow down,” I manage to say, my words shaky.
His hand comes to my throat. The sound of his hips connecting with mine is so loud and I wince with his every thrust.
I dig my nails into his chest, trying to push him off of me at the same time.
This hurts.
But I can’t say anything. I can’t say anything, because in the darkness, Eli is choking me. He’s actually choking me.
What the fuck?
Panic, more than anger, engulfs me. What is he doing? Why is he doing it?
His thrusts shake the entire bed and everything is burning. It’s burning and I’m still digging at his skin, trying to him hurt enough to slow down. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t slow.
“Fuck this,” I hear Alex say quietly, and then he’s there, his hands on Eli’s shoulders, pulling him off of me. Out of me.
I sit up, pushing back against the headboard, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs.
Alex throws Eli toward the door. “The fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is a growl. I see he’s got his pants on, but nothing else. “You were fucking hurting her!”
I take deep breaths, squeezing my thighs together, the pain between them like fire.
I hear Eli laugh in the dark. “Was I? I think she likes it rough.”
Alex steps back from Eli, as if he struck him. He edges against the bed, obscuring my view of Eli by the door. “Get the fuck out,” he says. “Get out of here.”
Eli laughs again. “This is my dad’s house.Youget out.”
I hear Alex breathing, deep inhales and exhales. I see his shoulders rise and fall.
My mind is spinning. My head hurts. Why did Eli do that? Why did he…
