Page 52 of Off Limits

I couldn’t hold still any longer even if I wanted to. My hips rise up to meet each of her downstrokes of their own volition, and it seems to be just what she needs too.

Her mouth is open in a silent cry, like she can’t quite believe what’s happening right now, and fuck me, I almost can’t believe it either.

One of her hands leaves my shoulder, slipping between us, bumping against my pinky as she slides her fingers over my shaft where it’s covered with her, and then she’s furiously rubbing her clit, making soft little sighs and whimpers and moans as we continue moving together.

“Fuck, Ellie, you’re even hotter in real life than you were in my dreams.”

She moans in pleasure at my words.

“I’m never going to be able to sit in my living room again without getting hard now, you know that, right? Every time I sit on this couch and ice my knee or just watch TV, I’ll be thinking about you fucking me here, coming all over my dick and crying out my name.”

“Ungghhh,” is all she says, her head dropping forward to rest on my shoulder. I’m doing most of the work now, but I don’t mind a bit, because holy fuck.

She squeezes me and shudders, my name a whisper and a prayer, her hand going still as she rides out her orgasm and I finish chasing my own. She’s so blissed out, she’s not even helping now, and I hold her still, my dick still pistoning in and out of her until the hot lightning zips down my spine, drawing my balls up tight as I empty myself into her, holding her down in my lap, my arms clamped around her back as I pump into her the last few times.

I go limp on the couch, Ellie draped over my chest like the best, most beautiful blanket in the world. Fuck, I could be happy staying just like this all damn night. No clothes, just snacks and TV and an Ellie blanket.

Too bad reality comes washing back in far too soon. Still obviously suffering the aftereffects of a good fucking, Ellie slowly lifts herself off me, dragging her limbs like moving is a colossal effort and slumps onto the couch next to me. “I should get dressed,” she says, her eyes closed.

I run my hand over her bare thigh. “Should you, though?”

She cracks an eyelid and smirks at me, pushing herself back to sitting. Leaning close, she cups my cheek in one of my favorite Ellie habits and kisses me on the lips. “Yes, I should,” she says, her voice holding a distinct air of resignation. “You should too. I know you said Cal will be gone for potentially hours, but what if he comes back early?”

Shrugging, I plant my feet on the floor, preparing to get up. I have a full condom to deal with, and I’d rather not have to clean my come off the rug if I leave it on too long and it leaks. “He won’t.”

“But what if he does?” she insists, and when I look at her, her brows are drawn together and she’s chewing on her lip, clearly worried. “Does he text when he’s on his way usually?”

I shake my head and stand, testing my knee a little. No worse than before, but definitely no better, even with liberal application of ice, heat, and anti-inflammatories. Granted, it’s only been a few hours since I twisted it, so it’s way too early for it to feel significantly better. Still, a guy can hope.

“No,” I toss over my shoulder on the way to the bathroom. “He won’t text. That would be weird.”

Ellie follows me, her clothes bundled in her arms. “That’s my point. We won’t know he’s home until he’s walking in the door, and while I can come up with some reasonable explanations as to why I’m here in general, somehow I don’t think him finding us both naked is going to be explained away very easily.”

Sighing, I wrap the condom in toilet paper and throw it in the trash before leaning over to give Ellie a kiss. “Don’t worry so much. I’ve never known Cal to leave a party or team celebration early, have you?”

That does nothing to ease her frown. “There’s a first time for everything.”

She does have a point. But I’m not willing to concede that out loud, because I want to enjoy this for just a few minutes without worrying about her brother.

But apparently Ellie isn’t able to do that. “I’m just saying, there’s no universe in which I’d want my brother to walk in on us naked.”

Sighing, I quickly wash my hands and dry them on a towel. “Okay. I get it. That wouldn’t be good even if he knew we were together.”

Her eyes grow big and round. “Which is not at all the plan.”

I nod. “We’ll only tell him when we both decide it’s time.”

She chews her lip, still staring at me with those big, round eyes.

Apparently it won’t be time anytime soon.

Holding back another sigh, I give her one more quick kiss and leave her in the bathroom. She closes the door softly behind me, and I head to the living room to put my clothes back on. And while I’m waiting for her to finish, I gather all the things Ellie brought over, place them back in the basket, and take it to my room. If I leave it out, Cal will ask where it came from, and I don’t want to have to lie. Not any more than I absolutely have to.

The bathroom door opens when I’m heading back to the living room, and Ellie steps out, her hair back in a ponytail. All that she’s missing is the bulky sweatshirt. I changed into pants in my room and grabbed my own sweatshirt and my car keys. “I’ll drive you back to the dorm,” I offer.

Something like hurt flickers across her face, and she opens her mouth to respond. But then she closes it and nods, wrapping her arms around herself.

Neither of us say anything until we’re almost back to campus. “I’m sorry,” she says, so quietly I almost don’t hear her.

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