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His eyes roamed over my body, and I shivered. Now when Eli looked at me with such passion in his eyes, I felt silly for thinking that he was cold. Eli was full of fire. He just needed a reason to bring it out tonight.
“Oh yea?” His large hand wrapped itself around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. Eli had dressed in jeans and a navy shirt, and I could feel every ridge of his muscles against me. “How do you think you might be able to help me?”
The hand that was on my waist slid down to my thigh and up my skirt, hiking my leg until it wrapped itself around his waist. This put my core directly against the seam of his jeans, and I groaned as I felt the metal of the zipper against the silk of my panties.
“A different perspective might be helpful.” I ground myself against him. His cock was hard against me, and I felt my inner-muscles clench.
Eli growled before wrapping his free hand in my hair, bringing my face closer to his. I realized that when he kissed me, he liked to wrap his hands in my hair and pulling me close. It was his way of controlling me, and I delighted in it.
Our lips came together, but unlike how we usually kissed, this one was soft and oddly erotic. Grasping Eli’s bottom lip with my teeth, I pulled it out, nibbling on the soft flesh as I rode his denim clad cock.
“Fuck, Carla,” Eli muttered. He tried to pull away from me, but I was not going to let him, and I tightened my leg harder around his waist. “If you don’t stop that, I am going to blow in my pants like a fucking kid.”
I chuckled. “I guess you’ll have to practice some of that self-control you’re infamous for,” I muttered as I reached out and undid the button on his jeans.
“Fuck, Carla,” he breathed out again, and I felt an odd sense of satisfaction in making Eli mindless. He was always so buttoned up. Even the first time that we’d had sex, he’d controlled the situation.
Not today.
“I want you to fuck me in the library,” I ordered, pulling his cock out of his jeans. A bead of pre-cum was on the top, and I smoothed it around the head. Eli groaned loudly, leaning his head back. I wanted him mindless and unleashed.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes aflame. “I’m so fucking hard right now, I might split you in half.”
The idea excited me just as much as the thought of screwing around in such an austere space.
I placed Eli against my opening, allowing gravity to do its job by sliding my body down his cock. The full feeling made me cry out slightly. This new angle might have been my favorite one.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” Eli breathed into my hair as he thrust himself inside of me. The bookcase must have been bolted down to the floor, because the thing wasn’t moving, and Eli was fucking me as though his life depended on it. “Is this what you wanted?”
At some point, I’d lost control of this situation, and Eli was now angling my body, so that he hit a spot inside of me that made me gush. I would have been embarrassed if I’d had the forethought to care.
“Oh God,” I cried out.
Eli smirked, which was unusual for him. “I’m your fucking god.”
I screamed out, not giving a shit who heard me as he reached under my skirt and twisted my clit between his two fingers. The action was the painful pleasure I needed to explode.
Eli spilled himself inside of me, and I groaned at the feeling. I’d never been with a man without protection, but Eli was clean, and so was I. And if I were honest with myself, I wanted to feel him, skin-to-skin.
“Fuck,” Eli muttered as he came down. He pressed me against the stacks, resting his head against mine. “What are you doing to me?”
The better question might have been what was Eli doing to me?
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Thankfully, my tryst with Carla had gone unnoticed. It was a miracle, considering the way she’d screamed when I grabbed her clit. The movement had been spontaneous. My balls had been tightening even before Carla’s wet heat had enveloped me, sucking me into the fucking pits of pleasure. I’d nearly blown my load right then.
“What’s causing that shit eating grin on your face?” Carla asked as she twirled spaghetti on her fork. I’d brought her to my favorite Italian place in the North End.
The room we were in was dim and romantic, and the candlelight played up the glow of her skin.
“You look beautiful,” I told her. I meant it. She’d worn a red and white sundress that tied at the shoulders. It was tight through the top and middle before flowing out around her legs, giving an ample view of her figure while also appearing demure and sweet. She looked like the goddess Aphrodite reincarnated, and I was slowly becoming a disciple.
“Thank you.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes, clearly too embarrassed by the compliment. I didn’t know why. Carla was beautiful. Ridiculously so.
“I should have told you earlier how glad I am that you decided to come with me.” And I was glad. Not just because of the sex, but also because I liked being with Carla. I shouldn’t. After all, I was essentially her handler. But it was hard not to like her.
Carla had a tragic strength about her that pulled me in despite how desperately I wanted to resist her.
