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"Fuck it into me, Eli," I cried. He cursed under his breath and gripped my body tighter, fucking me harder. My hand finally fell away from my over-sensitive clit and I stared up at him. His eyes were wild as he fucked me into the bed.
"Take it all," he groaned, slamming inside and freezing. His head fell back as he came, his neck straining. I felt his hot cum overflow from my pussy. I squeezed him again, and he made a guttural sound, like he was in pain, but he forced his cock further in, pushing more of his cum out.
He barely pumped his hips, dragging out the last of his orgasm before dropping his head forward and staring down at me, his chest coating in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes hooded and sated. He shifted his gaze to where our bodies were still joined.
"You look beautiful like this," he muttered. "So messy and full, but beautiful." My body heated at his words, at the tenderness in his gaze. "Stay here," he slowly pulled out, dragging more of his cum out, "I'll clean you up."
I laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, my heart still racing. I just fucked Eli. I just fucked my brother-in-law. My sister's husband.
And I didn't feel the least bit bad about it.
21
reagan
Running water woke me.For a moment, I just listened to the sound, letting it gently lull me from sleep. I smiled to myself, snuggling deeper into the large comfy pillow. I didn't remember my pillow being this soft, but I was so warm and cozy—my eyes snapped open.
"Eli's room," I breathed. I pushed myself up and clutched the sheets around my bare chest. "I'm in Eli's room."
Holy shit.
I looked around, taking in the dark gray bedding and our clothes still scattered on the floor; the black rug under the bed, and wooden dresser by the door. I fucked Eli last night.
No.Hefuckedme.
Falling back to the bed, I stared up at the ceiling and relived every second of last night. The way his body felt against mine, inside mine. The way he smelled, and the feeling of him coming—
Oh my God.
He came inside me.
Oh God.
Fuck.
I wasn't on birth control. Why wasn't I on birth control? Because it fucked with my hormones and made me feel like shit. But I didn't care about that at the moment. I cared about not being pregnant.
Jesus Christ, what were we thinking? He should've used a condom, or pulled out, or—or we shouldn't have done it.
No, that didn't feel right. As much as I should, I didn't regret what happened. It felt right. Everything about it felt right, even if it was wrong.
Everything was so fucked, but I couldn't go back to the way things were before. I couldn't pretend like we hadn't shared something magical—no, that wasn't the right word. It was explosive. It was indescribable.
The water shut off and panic clawed its way up my chest. What if Eli didn't feel the same way? What if he woke up, saw me beside him, and needed to wash our bad decisions from his body? What if when he walked out of the bathroom and looked at me, all I saw on his face was repulsion?
I wouldn't survive that.
Knowing he saw me as nothing but a regret would destroy me. So, I needed to get out of his room before he came out and we had to have that awkward talk. Sitting across from him at the table for breakfast would be bad enough, but Emma would at least make us ignore the problem.
More guilt ate away at me. That wasn't her job, to distract us so we could forget about our issues. That's what my mother had done and look how well I turned out. So fucked up in the head and craving attention from a man who I shouldn't crave it from.
Okay, I needed to breathe and stop freaking out. She wasn't going to end up like me because I am not my mother and I wouldn't subject her to that—breathe. I needed to breathe.
The first thing I needed to do was get out of bed and leave the room before he came out.
Clutching the sheet tighter, I scooted to the edge of the bed. I hadn't realized it was so high off the ground. Last night, he'd just thrown me on it and after we passed out, I hadn't left his arms.
It didn't matter. I could think about the height of his stupid bed later.
