“For what?”
“For what you just did for me.”
“Drew, you don’t have to…”
His words trail off as I open my towel, letting it drop to the floor before reaching over and grabbing the rolled knot on his.
Sinking to the ground, I look up at him through my lashes and bat them, running my tongue along my lips to moisten them.
He falters for a moment as he looks down at me, his cock rising to meet me.
“Drew, you don’t have to —”
“Eli, shut up.”
Licking my lips before wrapping them around his cock, slipping him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He gasps out before leaning forward, bracing himself on the counter. One hand coming up, tangling in my hair as hepresses his hips into me, causing me to gag around his cock. “Eyes on me.” He demands it; somehow turning me on more every time he says it.
Pressing all the way until he slips down my throat and stills.
My throat convulses, tightening around his cock. He pushes against the back of my head, forcing me into place. Forcing me to breathe through my nose as saliva drips from my lips.
Eyes still locked on him, I can see the second where his demeanor changes, where his eyes change, almost lightening. Forcing away the darkness, he makes his true self hide behind it.
And there he is, the Eli I always knew, the Eli that lived across the hall from me for a year. The Eli who was partially raised by a felon. The Eli, who always had the ambition of joining the MC, standing right alongside the rest of my family.
Another gag constricts around Eli’s cock, and he lets out a chuckle.
“Come on, Sketch, I know you can take it.”
Nodding my head, I agree with him.
Pulling out and gripping my arms, pulling me up until I’m standing in front of him. “Turn around.”
Saying nothing, but following his commands, feeling his hand coming up to my shoulders, the other gripping my wrist, before he pushes me over until my head is resting on the counter.
His body presses me into the counter as he leans over. His fingers toying with my entrance, pressing inside me before slipping out, taunting me.
“Spread your legs.”
Not saying a word, my feet slide away from one another.
“Atta girl.”
Still holding my hands together, he moves from pressing against my back. I can’t see him, but only hear his movements. Gasping out as his tongue comes across my pussy before latching around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. Sliding back down before he’s lapping at my core, only for a second before he’s pressing me back into the countertop.
“See, not afraid.” He whispers into my ear as he presses inside me. Somehow I’d forgotten in the last few minutes the whole reason we ended up in the tub. “Shh.” His voice rolls through me. “Stop overthinking it. Relax, let yourself enjoy it.”
Pulling back, one hand resting on my shoulder, as his right hand grips hold of my hip, forcing me backwards over him.
16
Looking down at my phone and smirking as I walk across campus, I feel someone walk up next to me.
“Let me guess, you’re ditching me to go over and see him?”
“No, he’s at my apartment.” Scrunching my nose up, not wanting to look over at her, but I can see her staring at me from the corner of my eyes. “In my defense, he promised to feed us.”
