Page 43 of Ecstasy
“Eli,” she whispers, and my chest tightens.
“Zara.” I lean back to take in her face.
She bites her lip. She’s awake. She’s conscious.
Her fingers are still on my bare shoulder, and she stands up on her tiptoes, trying to get me closer. Trying to get me inside of her.
“You want me?” I ask her in the dark.
“Yes,” she sighs, angling herself toward my fingers. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want—” She moans as I circle her clit again. “I want you,” she finally manages to say.
“Yeah?” I taunt her, loving the way she’s begging me with her body, rocking her hips forward as I touch her. Her lips part, a soft moan from her mouth making my blood heat. “You want me? Or do you want Alex?”
She gasps, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “You, Eli, you.”
I keep touching her, then slip down my sweats and my boxers, pumping my dick. I’m so fucking hard and I am dying to fuck her but she’s not really—I don’t know if she really wants me. And when I fuck her, I want her to know.
I stroke myself as I rub her, but she’s still on her tiptoes, and she lets go of one shoulder, shoves my hand down.
“You want me inside of you?” I whisper, still pumping my dick, the tip brushing up against Alex’s shirt on her body.
She nods, biting her lip, her eyes on mine.
I push two fingers into her, loving the way she parts for me, tightens around me. And with only that shirt on and nothing else between us, I can smell her. She smells so damn good. So fucking clean.
“Eli,” she moans, bucking her hips against my fingers, her hands behind her now on the counter to keep her upright. “Fuck, Eli.”
“Are you my good little whore?”
She nods, another low moan coming out of those soft, pink lips.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her, leaning close, my words against her ear. “You don’t fucking deserve it, but I want you to come at the same time I do.”
Obediently, she moves one hand from the counter to her swollen clit, rubbing herself with two fingers as I finger her, still stroking my cock. I want her to touch me. God, I want her to touch me, but I want to watch her touch herself more.
“Don’t stop,” I command her, “don’t stop until you come all over my hand, baby girl.”
She closes her eyes, and I know she’s getting close. I can feel it. I can feel her, so tight and hot against my skin. She rubs herself faster, and I see her pink clit beneath her fingers.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to come all over Alex’s shirt.
And when she gasps my name, her walls so tight and hot and wet around my fingers, I do just that. I can’t hold back my groan as I finish, making a mess on her.
“Eli,” she gasps, her eyes still closed tight, her chest rising and falling, my fingers still inside of her, still coated in her wetness.
She’s still got her fingers on her clit, too, and I rub my dick against her shirt, pumping myself one last time, making sure it’s all out.
I keep my fingers inside of her until she opens her eyes.
And then I slowly slide them out while she watches me. I bring them to my mouth, sucking her off me.
She trails her hand up, away from her swollen pussy, to the mess I made on her shirt. She dips her fingers into it, and then she tastes me, too, not looking away from my eyes.
