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Eli rips his mouth from mine and presses our foreheads together. He’s breathing heavily, just as affected by this as I am. “Oh, fuck baby, say it again. Beg for me.”
I want to tell him to fuck off. I want to tell him that he lost the right to demand things of me and my body. I want to tell him that it will be a cold day in hell before I give up that piece of me to him, or any of them again.
But, I want this too badly to say any of those things.
It’s just sex.
“Please, Eli. Please, more.” My words are labored, thick with desire, husky.
He growls in response as he effortlessly lifts me from the ground and carries me the short distance to the hood of my car before depositing me on my ass. My stupid, tiny car sits low to the ground and puts us at an even worse height disadvantage. When he steps into my body again and leans down to kiss me, I whimper.
“No, not good enough.” I demonstrate by wrapping my legs around his and grinding into nothing. Eli chuckles darkly. The deep rumble of it goes straight to my throbbing pussy and I clench around nothing in response. I whimper again.
Eli places a kiss on the corner of my lips, on my jaw, the center of my throat. “I’ve got you Little Flower. You’ll get what you need,” he coos as he continues to kiss down whatever exposed skin he can find. It isn’t much and if it wasn’t so cold out here, I’d rip my sweatshirt off to give him more access.
As he travels down my body, his hands slide up and over my ribs, tracing, touching, remembering. He cups my breasts, testing their weight, melding them into his hands.
“You fit so perfectly,” he mutters as he bends down and pulls my tight, puckered nipple into his mouth. My thick hoodie and bra are between us, and I’m once again pissed off at the layers. But then, Eli looks up, locks eyes with me, and bites down,hard.I cry out some sort of sound that’s more moan than anything.
My fingers tangle in his red hair that’s messy and disheveled in a way that I love. “More,” I demand. He switches breasts, giving the same treatment to the other nipple. It’s good. So good. But not enough. “More.”
“So, demanding,” he murmurs. “Tell me, what would you let me do to this perfect, beautiful body right now, Little Flower?”
I know what he’s asking me. He’s asking me how much is too much. He’s asking me how much I’m willing to offer him, knowing what’s between us, the passion, the emotions, and the dishonesty. Above all of that though, he’s asking me to submit. Togive.
It has nothing to do withwherewe are and everything to do withwhatwe are.
A dominant and a submissive.
Am I willing to let him fuck him? Have me? Even if just for this moment. This very public, exposed moment. My eyes search the parking lot and I find it empty, except for a black SUV, which I assume is Eli’s, and Kevin’s red Camry. Still, we’re outside, where anyone could see us, catch us. My body shivers at the thought.
Eli chuckles again, “You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” My thighs clench. “Oh, my perfect, sweet, little freak.” He grins but halts his movements. Eli’s hands drop to rest on the hood of my car, just next to my legs but not touching. He’s not touching me anywhere and I quickly realize that it’s because he’s waiting on my answer.
What would I give him? Let him do to me? Right here, right now…
“Anything. Everything.” I’m surprised at the vehemence in my voice, the confidence in my words.
His eyes flash with heat as he takes me in, checking for honesty. He must find it because he smiles that beautiful smile once again and it hits me then; he thought I’d say no. He thought I was done with him, that his transgression ruined this. That whatever feelings he has about that night or maybe even for me, would not be reciprocated.
How do I tell him that just because I’m willing to give him access to my body doesn't mean he’s forgiven? If I tell him, will he stop? Will he walk away? I don’t know what I want yet, what I feel, but I know it’s enough to see this through, to see where it goes. Even if it goes no further than this moment.
I don’t. I can’t. Not right now. So, I keep my mouth shut and let him bask in what he perceives as a win. I give him that just like I’m going to give him my body. When he makes no move to touch me, I utter the words that I know will send him over the edge.
“Please fuck me,Daddy.”
Swept away. That’s what I am right now. Swept away in the fire that burns between us every time our bodies collide. Swept away in the memories of how good it feels to be touched, to beownedby Eli. Swept away in the anger, the desire, excitement, and longing. Swept away in the frenzy and adrenaline coursing through my veins at the thought of getting caught.
It’s probably stupid and reckless. I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, if not immediately afterward, but I can’t seem to find a shred of commonsense in my lust-idled brain.
The statement has its intended effect, and it instantly snaps Eli out of wherever he’d gone in his head. His body reacts immediately, and he surges forward, claiming my mouth again. He rumbles low in his chest, and I can feel the vibrations pass through me. His hands are as urgent as his mouth as they travel down my body in search of the waist of my leggings.
When he struggles to find it beneath the layers I’m wearing, I shove his hands aside and yank the material down myself, shimming them to my knees along with my panties. My now naked ass hits the hood of the freezing car and I barely contain a scream from the shock. Eli wrenches his mouth from mine and drops to his knees before me.
He quickly pulls off one of my shoes and then slides the bunched-up material of my bottoms off of me, freeing one of my legs and giving me more mobility. I reach for him, prepared to rip his jeans off of him if I have to. He bats me away and growls as he bands his arms around my knees, dragging me to the edge of the hood. I cry out in frustration.
I need him. Need him. Need. Him.
He drapes my legs over his shoulders and practically begs, “I need to fucking taste you first.”
