Page 105 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

“So wet for me, baby girl,” I growl.

“Eli,” she breathes.

A zing of anticipation shoots through me and I push my fingers farther, curling them forward until her back bows.

Working her hard, my thumb circles her clit. My palm is drenched from her juices, and I swear to God if I don’t get inside her soon I think I might die.

I back away from our kiss, needing to see her come apart beneath me, needing to know if the reality is still as good as my dreams.

Her legs tremble as I finger fuck her into euphoria.

Christ, she’s beautiful.

Suddenly, it’s not enough to have her this way. I pull my fingers from her core and rip off my belt, frenzied in my need to dive deep inside her and drown in her crazy.

Becca bites her lip as she watches. “God, Eli, hurry up.”

I quirk a brow as I pull out my cock, stroking it from base to tip. Precum drips from the head and lands on her thigh. A sick, possessive pleasure flares in my chest at the sight.

Becca groans, her hands grappling to pull me back, her eyes wild. “Eli, please.”

I smirk. “You know I love it when you beg.”

She fists my shirt and pulls me close, rising up until her mouth brushes mine. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

Her words blaze through me, capsizing my control in their fever.

My hand grips her jaw tightly. “That fuckin’ mouth.”

She grins. My fingers squeeze tighter as I bury myself inside her and steal her gasp with my tongue, my eyes rolling back at the sensation.

And then I hear another gasp.

One that isn’t from Becca.

My head snaps up and my stomach drops to the floor.

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Becca

My heart hasn’t beat since Eli snapped his head up, leaving space for me to lock eyes with my best friend.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, holy crap. I’m sorry.” Lee’s voice floats through the air, her hands covering her face. “I’m not leavin’ this room, so y’all do what you need to do and get decent quick. Let me know when it’s safe to uncover my eyes. Oh my God.”

Eli’s still inside me, his body pressed to mine so close I feel his heart beating against my chest. His hand comes up to touch my face, his mouth parting as if he’s about to speak. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just stares, his piercing blue gaze chipping away at what’s left of my sanity.

I can’t think with him looking at me like that.

I turn my head away, my eyes landing on Lee’s back. Reason slices through the fog of my brain, banging against my skull.

What did I just do?

Eli slips out of me, his hands moving to my hips and I tense under the heat of his touch. His eyes are wide and cautious, cataloging every inch of my face, his jaw clenching.

I should move. I should be grappling to push him off me so I can try to salvage this completely screwed up situation, but I’m too busy being torn in two over my actions and it makes my movements sluggish. Half of me is desperate to keep Eli here, worried that once his weight isn’t pressed against me, I’ll unravel completely. The other part is disgusted at how easily I let go of my morals.

Less than fifteen minutes.

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