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I don’t protest. Can’t. Cannot possibly utter a coherent sentence or thought right now beyond those of hunger and desire. I whine out a sound of agreement and thrust my hips in his face as impatience fills me. I just need him to touch me. I’m panting, even as I grin with excited anticipation of what I know is waiting, not just for me but for him.
Eli leans forward and I wait, my body coiled and ready to snap. I wait for him to touch, to taste, tosee.He doesn’t. What he does do though, is the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.He smells me.His nose runs up my wet, sensitive core and he growls at what he finds. It’s animalistic and possessive as hell and it sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through my body.
“So good. So perfect for me,” he mutters. I feel his fingers spread me apart, opening me up wide for his appraisal, and then, “Oh. My. God.” I smile silently to myself, filled with an odd sense of pride. “You—” he stutters, staring at my pussy in awe. “You pierced your motherfucking clit, baby. Jesus, you really are perfect.”
The first lash of his tongue on my sensitive flesh has me bucking off the hood of the car. The second has me dropping backward and looking up at the night sky. I hook my ankles behind his neck, dragging him closer in silent a request.
“Shit, Violet, I missed the way you taste,” he groans, and then, hefeasts.
Eli eats my pussy like a starving man, a dehydrated man in a desert. He’s sloppy, all over the place, attacking my lips, my clit, tugging on my piercing, thrusting his tongue inside of me before licking me languidly. His movements constantly change, never allowing me to anticipate his next move. There is no rhythm, no style. It shouldn’t feel good, but it does and it’s perfect.
I moan his name, again and again, each time a plea, a prayer. My voice is a thick rasp that I can barely hear beneath the sound of my heart beating wildly in my ears. It’s so good, too good, too much, and yet not enough all at once.
“Please,” I cry out, unsure what I’m begging for. But he knows, because somehow, Eli knows my body better than I do, better than he should. One of his thick, long fingers slides into me and curves upward, hitting that place deep inside of me. I begin to thrash, my head shaking side to side as my eyes squeeze closed. It’s there. I can feel it, right there.
He stops. Pauses. Withdraws. I almost scream in indignation. “Does it turn you to know that anyone could walk out here and see what I’m doing to you? To see you sprawled out, open, and on display for me?” His words make my body tremble. “Is this little cunt sopping wet at the idea of getting caught?”
I moan but can’t find the words to agree with him the way I want to. A hard slap lands on my throbbing pussy making me cry out.
“Tell me!” he demands. My spine arches as I press myself into him. He slaps my sensitive flesh again and I damn near explode.So close. So close.“Tell me you’re my perfect slut and I’ll give you what you need.”
Eli slides a finger into me and begins to pump in and out slowly, lazily. He ignores my clit, my g-spot. He ignores the places I need him most as he waits for me. When I can’t take it anymore, I give in.
Nodding, I cry out,“Yes!I’m your slut, I fucking love it. Please, Eli!”
Immediately, a second finger enters, stretching me in the perfect way that causes me a bite of pain with the overwhelming pleasure. He hits my g-spot as he latches onto my clit ring with a steady, firm suck. His teeth strike out, tugging the tiny bundle of nerves between them.
I detonate.
“Eli!” I scream. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause or let up, not even for a second. He fucks me with his fingers and mouth right through the orgasm, pushing me into a second.
One of his hands snakes up my body, beneath my sweatshirt, my bra. Somehow, without faltering in his movements, he finds my nipple andtwists. The feeling of his calloused fingers on my skin is everything I didn’t realize I was missing until this very second.
Hot liquid gushes out of me in a seismic, life-altering orgasm. It goes on and on and suddenly, I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think. I feel everything and nothing as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. When I finally come back down, I’m unsure if the stars I’m seeing are the ones in the sky or if I’m still in the throes of the orgasm. I pant, trying to control my rapid heartbeat and regain some sort of control.
Eli licks me through it, slowly, softly, adoringly as my legs tremble. He brings me back down with sweet movements as he caresses my calves, my thighs, my hips. He presses a kiss to the top of my pussy, the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, then the other. He wordlessly pulls my panties and leggings back up, settling them on my hips before putting my missing shoe back on for me. All the while, I lay there, staring at the stars and basking in the incredible afterglow of multiple orgasms.
Of Eli.
He stands, his large hands gliding up my body as he goes. He traces my curves, from ankle to thigh, up and up my body until he reaches my neck. Eli leans over me, his face hovering above mine. He smiles. It’s cocky and yet sweet. Full of satisfaction because he’s as aware as I am that he’s downright magical with his tongue.
“What about you?” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. His smile widens and he closes the distance between us, kissing me softly before pulling away an inch.
“As much as I appreciate your permission to have you any way I’d please, Little Flower, I believe we’ve been down that road before.” I open my mouth to object, to argue, but he shakes his head once before continuing. “I like you Violet, a lot. I want to get to know you, and yes, fucking you is one of the best feelings in the world, but I don’t want to fuck this up. Say you’ll give me a chance, please?”
His words wash over me and surprisingly, instead of scaring me, instead of dousing me like ice water, they warm me like a hot bath. They soothe something inside of me that’s been agitated and restless for months.
If I let go of the anger and the hurt I felt from their easy dismissal. If I focus on the facts, and the terms of our previous agreement, then I can acknowledge that they truly didn’t fuck up. They didn’t intentionally hurt me.
No names, no numbers, one night only. That’s what they offered and delivered. I agreed and it was the single best night of my life.
The hurt and anger, while valid considering the way they snuck out the next morning, isn’t really their fault. The emotions I feel regarding them, and that night are twisted with my own trauma, and placing that on them is unfair. However, the feelings that did bloom for them that night? Those were real, genuine.
The way Eli made me laugh so easily. The way his sweet charm and happy-go-lucky personality melded so well with mine was not artificial or dreamt up. It was pure and natural. The way I connected and conversed easily with Renz. How his energy lit me up from the inside out, the way his touch burned my skin, branded it…. those things were real, too. And Isaac? His demanding presence, his easy control, and his kind comfort filled a gaping hole inside of me that I didn’t even know existed until that night.
Every single second was honest. When we were down to nothing more than bodies, skin on skin, emotions, and connection;it was real.
The revolution causes me to gasp, the small sound like an explosion in the space between Eli and me.
