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Every position they make together is like one you could use in making love. She’s often on pointe with her leg wrapped high at his waist. My mind races back to the first night I met Eli. Even in sneakers, my leg was as high on his hip. If I close my eyes, I can still feel that touch.
Eli’s hand, which has been steady on my mid-thigh all evening, has now begun to move. At first, he begins to stroke the soft skin behind my kneecap. Then within what feels like a few seconds, he takes a slow journey north until his hand nearly disappears beneath the ruffled skirt of my dress.
He carefully shifts the heel of his palm back against the apex of my crossed legs and forces them to no longer be crossed. I take a deep breath and exhale as I retreat to a cross at my ankles. His breathing has changed too. It’s no longer steady and even like when we yoga together. He’s provoking me for his pleasure and mine. I leave a subtle gap between my thighs as his fingers move under cover of darkness. I also sense he’s waiting for his Viper to strike.
Don’t worry, she will.
I subtly clear my throat as I slide my hand beneath the program conveniently in his lap and find what it’s been concealing. Now he’s not the only one dancing. I draw with a featherlight touch over his ever-growing cock. With my eyes fixated on the eye porn in front of me, I recreate the moves with my fingers on him. I want him to know that what I see makes me feel something more than emotion, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to share it with him.
Eli’s hand slips from against my left thigh to my right. As the ballet dancers in front of us twist and entwine their bodies together, Eli strums his fingers over the thin bit of lace I have standing between us. I’ve never wanted a performance to keep going and end so much in my life.
As the dancers are taking their bows, I’m already trying desperately to get my jacket on. Eli is taking deep breaths to calm himself so his jacket can be discreetly buttoned. To say we’re both hanging on by a thread is an understatement.
We try our best to make a casual, yet speedy, walk out of the back of the auditorium. Eli sees his father’s friends from the corner of his eye and directs us out of a side door. He quickly calls the driver to come around the corner to pick us up. My weight shifts from right to left as we wait, not because I’m cold, but because I’m hot. Too hot.
Eli slides his hand around my waist, allowing his fingers to dive under my jacket to connect with my skin. They hit the soft spot just above my already short zipper. I reach over and grab his arm to steady myself. My nails scrape against the fabric of his tuxedo which creates a vibration we both can feel.
The nearly too tall, very dark SUV pulls in front of us. We immediately hear the doors unlock and Eli’s hand is on the handle before I can blink. His palm presses where his fingers just were. I climb into the back and remove my jacket before I sit down. Eli enters behind me and shuts the door hard enough to send an auditory signal to the driver that we’re inside.
As we leave the curb, we stare into each other’s eyes. The only movement is the heavy breathing from our chests and Eli’s hand to unbutton his jacket once more. “I told him to keep driving until I tell him to stop. Fifteen minutes home may not be enough.”
“Good.”
I drop my purse and my jacket to the floor, quickly sliding over to him, wrapping my hands around his face before I melt our lips together. Eli offers me a gentle growl as his hands flex around my rib cage. He tries to pull me into his lap, but I have other ideas.
“Oh my God,” I pant. “Please kneel in front of me.”
The smirk on his face says it all. He slides off the seat to the floor, facing me, as he removes his jacket and tosses it on top of mine. I slide over into the part of the seat he just occupied and spread my legs wide. He grabs the globes of my ass and pulls me tight against his body. That little bit of friction feels like heaven.
Eli presses his fingertips into the sides of my knees and drags them up the outside of my legs all the way to my hips beneath my dress. Before I know what’s happening, he loops them in the strings of my thong and pulls. The tiny bit of lace shreds in his hands. I don’t know where the pieces end up.
I tug on his tie and leave it loose around his neck as I unbutton his shirt while he pulls it loose from his waist. We both deal with the last remaining barrier together. His belt and zipper. Our fingers fight each other to make it go faster. It can’t be fast enough.
Once we’re free, we pause for a fraction of a second. Then we’re a mad dash to connect. I need him inside me. He needs to be inside me. I let my knees fall wider as we pull each other close, first in a momentary tease then a wild pull. He pulls on my hips; I pull on the beautifully covered ass of his and we meet to his root.
I finally feel like I can breathe, but I can’t. Eli rests his head down on my bare shoulder as we move. My lips drag across his temple and linger near his ear. I want to hear the monster he’s created tonight. Every. Single. Breath. Gasp. Moan. It feels so much like that first night in the club. He’s got me pinned and I’m happy to be here.
We move frantically. The foreplay of the evening had us on the brink before we even started. Eli’s usual controlled exterior is melting away. He sounds nearly feral which only heightens things for me more. “I want them to hear you outside. Fuck, Viper.”
I let my jaw go slack so every noise lingers in the air around us. I can feel the tension in his hands accelerate. My fingers tug on his hair. As the world flies by outside, we race toward bliss with each other. I can feel his heat pulsing inside me as I peak in his arms.
Eli clings tight to me as I fold over on his shoulder. Neither one of us wants to move. “You still with me?” I ask.
“Barely. My God. You still bring out something in me I’m not used to.”
I smile against his neck, leaving a gentle lip print on his skin. “Good. It better stay like that. God, I love this dress.”
“I love what’s in it more.”
Wes
I’m waking up as tired as I am when I go to bed these days. The last trip was long as fuck and really took it out of me. Every meeting seemed to have an issue. Everyone wanted something from me or at the very least a minute or hours of my time. That’s the name of the game. I get it, but I’m finding it hard to juggle the demands of my job, the new needs Hannah’s asking for, and the needs Hayley deserves.
My mother has been known to tell me that I need to get off autopilot and live in the present, or I will be captain of my own sinking ship. I think I finally understand what she means. I need to take guilt out of the damn driver’s seat and fucking pilot my own plane.
I haven’t had a conversation with my dad, Eli, or anyone really about where I should be drawing the lines with Hannah. I thought I could handle it and it would be easy. How hard could it be? I mean, I’m not stupid or naïve. It will take adjustment from everyone. I just don’t want Hayley to have to be touched by it.
I remember those first weeks and months after being out of college. It’s like your face hits a brick wall at a thousand miles an hour. Everything is super real, and no amount of support or preparation can make you ready. I’m not making it any easier with all of my shit sprinkled on top. We’ve committed to making this work. I don’t regret that in the least. I simply want to be her hero. The hero who’s gone half the time and has a baby mama. Where in the fairy tales does that exist?
