Page 117 of Ominous: Part 1
Still… she isn’t acting like she’s wasted. Not at all.
I open my eyes, and before I can talk us out of this, I grab her hips, my fingers splayed over her curves.
“Don’t fuck with me, baby girl,” I warn her, my eyes holding hers, my pulse roaring in my head.
She’s breathing so hard, I can hear every short inhale, each sharp exhale.
I grip her harder. “You want this?”
She swallows, hard, then nods.
“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do,” I promise her. “But I want you to be sure.” My erection is uncomfortable beneath her, my pulse knocking hard against my ribcage. I need her consent, because with the drinks in her system and the way she likes to play games, I want to ensure this isn’t one. If I had known her longer, this wouldn’t matter. It could be fun. But she’s not that comfortable with me. Not yet.
After a moment, she says, “I’m sure, Eli.”
When she says my fucking name, I feel like I’m going to combust.
I keep my eyes on her as I let go of her hips altogether and trail my fingers up her thighs, stopping when my thumbs slip beneath the cotton. I don’t ask, but she knows what I want.
Permission. Every step of the way.Then she’ll think I’ll always ask.
She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving beneath her shirt, then she’s kneading my shoulders, steadying herself. “Yeah,” she says, leaning in toward me, our noses touching. This time, she nudges mine, her lips skimming over my own.“Yes, Eli.”
I try to breathe as I pull back the loose cuff of her shorts, exposing her black underwear to me. She digs her nails into my muscles, but she doesn’t pull back, her nose aligned with mine.
I hold the cotton of her shorts back with one hand, using my opposite thumb to rub against her center, over her underwear. I can feel her heat, and as I keep going, up and down, her knees parting wider on my lap, her entire body seemingly held up by her hands on my shoulders and her head pressed to mine, I feel how wet she is, too.
And I can smell her.
Earthy and sweet, I’m fucking dying to devour her.
But I don’t.
Instead, I slide my thumb beneath her underwear, touching her for the first time, and she feels so fuckinggood.
A whimper leaves her lips, her breath on my mouth, and I love the feel of her slickness against my skin. So fucking hot and wet and she’s adjusting her stance again, wider, like she wants to expose all of herself to me. She’sgiving in,and I remember her slapping me and shoving me in the library during our kiss. How good it felt then, for her to fight me, when I knew nothing bad could happen in there.
Now, she’s pliant. It feels special, knowing she doesn’t give in so easily.Ifeel fucking special. The same I felt when she demanded to know in the hallway what the cops wanted with me.
Goddamn, that was fucking hot.
I can’t see much in the dark, and her shorts are in the way, but fuck, her clit is swollen beneath my finger, and the little noises she makes, the way she wraps her arms around my neck, closing her eyes and breathing against my lips, it’s all just so. Fucking.Good.
Fuck.
I jerk the material of her clothes further away from her, allowing my middle and index finger to dip underneath her, pushing until I find her entrance, and I stare at her closed eyes, waiting to see if she’ll pull back. Jerk away.
Flinch.
But it’s like once we’re already touching, she doesn’t mind so much. Once she knows I’m not going to hurt her, she’s okay, and maybeherbeing on top ofmehelps her, too.
I push into her tight hole, and she parts her lips, sucking in air, her eyes fluttering open as she stares at me, cupping my neck in her hands, running her fingers over the choker on my throat, then underneath it, and that touch feels fucking good.
“You are so. Fucking.Tight.”It’s not just something I’m saying. I can feel her walls around my finger like a vise grip, her clit expanding under my thumb as I finger fuck her and circle her, trying to figure out the best way to make her come. I wonder if she’d tighten more if I choked her. If I did what she wanted, what she practically begged me for, in the pool.
I keep that thought inside my head.
She grabs onto my neck, fingers beneath the choker, which in turn is almost chokingme,but I don’t care. She starts to shift her hips. Then she tilts her head and kisses me, her tongue clashing with mine, her teeth pulling on my bottom lip, then my top, her saliva all over my fucking face.
