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The flute poked and twirled faster. Elijah’s breath was metallic, right at my neck. ‘I told you to come. That’s it. I told you to come.’ I spasmed. It all went too fast. I was still pissing when I came. My throat felt like a balloon. I wanted it out of me, coughing.
‘What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?’ It was hard to speak right. ‘My underwear’s wet.’
Elijah helped me stand. I felt totally weak. I let him work off my skirt and my soaking underpants. Elijah got some toilet paper and he wiped me like I was a child. My knees started to bend. He held me up by the armpits.
‘I missed you,’ he said.
I had never been so close to a man. I’d never been able to be right there, and his smell, his sweat, the metal root smell of his breath and him helping me. Elijah had to balance me up against the sink. Then he closed the bathroom door with his foot. The door stuck on something. My lips were open, my eyes were closed, I was trying to swallow to stop any tears.
Elijah whispered up at my ear: ‘Would you come places with me if I asked you to?’
‘Yeah,’ I heard myself saying. ‘I’ll go anywhere, anywhere with you.’
I opened my mouth. I had to kiss him alive. I had my tongue in his mouth and I was sticking to him. It was all happening to me, it was finally happening. I moved around my tongue, we were kissing and dancing. I rubbed my red cheek onto his beard. Elijah moved his hands to take off his pants, with one foot sliding off his shorts. The lights were so bright in that bathroom. I wanted the flute again. I only wanted him. I wanted what he wanted. Elijah had the flute in one hand and he was holding me where I was with the other. I looked down at his legs as we were kissing, his two long naked thighs and cock low like a stick. Tears globbed and swelled at the top of my throat. Elijah pressed his thighs into mine. His purple-brown cock underneath all the hair. I could see how it was charging. I wanted to hold it. But Elijah slipped the flute between my thighs. He started rolling it back and forth so the middle almost kept slipping inside me. I made sounds like cracks that I couldn’t control. The sink pushed into my back, forming a bruise.
‘You have to be in the right place,’ Elijah whispered, straining, as he twisted the head of the flute. ‘I’m trying to help you.’
It was uncomfortable and I couldn’t breathe right. I looked down between his naked chest and my T-shirt: his fist upturned, half of the flute. His cock was twice the size of the flute.
‘I’m gonna stick it up there as far as it’ll go.’
I was not held up by my feet anymore but his knees pressing into my thighs.
‘Take your hand off the sink and rub yourself now,’ Elijah sounded tense. ‘Take your hand and touch yourself.’
I squeezed my hand down between us. I didn’t know why he wanted me to do that right now. I heard something outside the bathroom door. I was terrified Gayl was going to walk in. I stared at the doorknob, it wasn’t moving.
‘Forget it, forget it. Rub in a circle.’
I’d already come and I felt too raw to do it.
‘Go on, keep on rubbing. That’s good.’
Elijah was smiling at what I was doing.
‘Say you’re my bitch.’
‘Uh?’
‘Say you’re my little bitch.’
The wooden flute was all the way inside me. It felt good one second, then it felt stuck.
‘Come on, say you’re my dirty little bitch.’
As my knees softened the flute got higher.
‘Say it. Say it.’
‘I’m your, I’m your little dirty ... ’
Elijah licked in my ear. ‘Yeah like that ... ’
‘Bitch.’
Oh god, that felt good! His tongue in my ear.
My head dropped back and now I was really feeling something, the flute in my body, a dog humping desperate, a bitch on the floor. I grabbed up and pumped. My hips moved side to side, it pushed in me hard and forward and I pulled and wiggled back. I felt myself making fire like that. Then my whole body clamped and a bark left my jaw.
