Page 117 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

“Fuck, you’re wet as hell. You miss me that bad?” He pushes the fabric to the side and spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. I’m so wet they glide easily along my slit, every stroke coiling me tighter until I could scream from how badly I need him to let me unravel.

My head smacks the railing and echoes off the walls, the rattle jarring in the otherwise silent gym. “Eli, God. Either finish what you started or get outta the way so I can do it my damn self.”

His mouth curls up against my breast and he glances at me through his lashes. “Say please.”

“No,” I whisper with a smile. The fire surging through my veins mixes with the warmth filling up my chest from our banter.

The pressure leaves my clit and my legs tighten around his wrist, trying to keep him pressed against me. He dips in the top of my panties, twisting the fabric between his fingers, making my stomach flip.

He tugs slightly, making the lace pull against my hips and slide between my folds, creating a delicious friction. A slight sheen of sweat breaks against my brow from the exertion of being so close to relief yet constantly on the precipice of falling.

My stomach knots tighter with each jerk of his hand, my breaths coming qu

ick as he manipulates the fabric against my core.

He leans in and kisses that spot. That spot. The one right behind my ear. Frissons of desire race down my spine and rocket through my body, spreading heat like lava, melting everything in its path.

“Eli, please,” I groan.

He smiles, his eyes meeting mine as he leans in for a kiss.

“You know I love it when you beg,” he says against my mouth.

With a sharp pull, he rips the panties from my body, the sting of the fabric tearing against my skin causing a mix of pain and pleasure that has my eyes rolling.

I should probably care that we’re at my place of employment—should give a damn about the fact he has me mewling like a schoolgirl against the bleachers of a high school gym, but I don’t.

My need for him outweighs everything else. My control has been bent until it snapped, thousands of pieces scattering until there’s no chance of being glued together again.

His fingers push inside me further, curling up and pressing against my inner walls, creating a deep ache in my womb. I moan, my body shaking.

“So many things I want to do with you,” he rumbles in my ear.

“Like what?” I pant.

“We can start with your pussy sucking on my fingers until you’re a puddle in my hands.” His movement twists, making my walls quiver and my clit swell against his palm. “And then... I’m gonna fuck you, right here, beneath the stands. Bathe my cock in your juices, while that tight cunt milks me and has me filling you up with my cum.”

My pussy spasms around his fingers, drawing them in deeper, desperate to give him what he’s asking.

“Would you like that, baby girl?” he asks. “Want me to remind you who you belong to? Who you’ve always belonged to?”

His hand tangles in my curls, wrapping my strands around his fist and pulling sharply until my throat is exposed and my head is angled.

He laves kisses on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, my vision dotting from riding the ebb and flow of pleasure.

His fingers plunge deeper and I reach down, fumbling with the waistband of his shorts, desperate to feel him inside me. Clumsily, I push them off his hips, his thick erection bobbing against my heat. I stroke it once, from base to tip, relishing in the way his groan vibrates against my neck.

His palm pushes against my clit, and then he removes his hand, gripping the base of his dick and sinking inside me to the hilt. Pleasure skitters along my insides, my pussy walls clamping around his length as he starts a fast pace, driving in and out until I’m delirious in my need to come around his cock.

“This is gonna be fast, Rebecca. Come for me.” His teeth sink into my skin, hard. The bite of pain sends me catapulting off the edge, breaking apart from the fall and hoping he’ll pick up my shattered pieces. I’m vaguely aware of him spasming inside me, spurting so deep I’m not sure I’ll ever be clean of him again.

His teeth stay lodged, tethering me to Earth until the fogginess subsides and my breathing regulates. He finally releases me, his lips kissing away the sting.

“Hmm,” he hums.

My breath hitches, my hand reaching for my neck. “What do you—”

A voice filters through the door and my heart jumps into my throat. Hastily, I move to rearrange my skirt and put some space between Eli and me. We’re hidden along the side of the bleachers, but barely.

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