Page 54 of Change My Mind
The answer was never.
“I bet I can make you peachier,” he said as his fingers inched higher until they reached the lace trim of my bra. He hummed, deep and low, before he started running his fingers along the band. I tilted my hips back and pressed myself firmly against his crotch, swivelling my hips from side to side in time to the music, and feeling him harden against me.
The rest of the club disappeared. My only focus was on Elifinallytouching me again after two weeks. Living with someone should make it easier to have sex with them, but he hadn’t let the reins go completely at Vivi’s, so the opportunity hadn’t arisen.
His hand kept going until he was cupping my breast, while his other came around to my hip, settling into the crease. I moved my hands to his thighs, clutching them both, and used the increased purchase to grind against him. I heard him groan in my ear, the sound almost swallowed by the music. He returned the favour by pinching my nipple before teasing the barbell from side to side, eliciting a gasp from me.
“How likely is it that the girls will let you go to the bathroom alone?” he asked, his fingers still teasing my nipple, making it hard for me to think properly.
“If I tell them I’m going, highly unlikely. If I just go, then they can give me shit after the fact.”
His fingers stilled, and he slipped his hand out from under my top. It was another touch I had no business being sad about losing but did anyway. “Okay, do you care about getting shit for it?” he asked.
I twirled around in his arms, looping my arms around his neck while both of his hands wrapped around my waist and kept me pressed close. We slotted together like puzzle pieces.
“What do I get for sneaking around?” I asked, my lips barely brushing against his.
“That depends on how far you’re willing to go in a public bathroom.”
My hips subconsciously ground down on the thigh he had between my legs, and I gasped at the pressure on my clit. I was willing to go pretty far in a public bathroom.
“I’ll meet you there in a minute.” I pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot underneath his ear and extracted myself from him.
Fifty-nine seconds later,Eli walked through the bathroom door. Within seconds, he was crowding me into a stall, locking the door, and pushing me flush against it. My legs bracketed one of his thighs again as he peppered kisses along my neck, pausing at the juncture of my shoulder to work the skin there.
“You cannot leave a mark in an obvious place,” I managed to get out while lust rushed through my bloodstream.
“What I’m getting from that is that I can leave a mark,” Eli said as he pulled away from my neck.
“You are not getting on your fucking knees in a club bathroom. I draw the line at that.”
He huffed a laugh against my neck. “Interesting that that was where your mind went.”
“What was I supposed to think when you said no marks inobvious places?” He pulled my crop top down and exposed my bra before pulling the cup down, keeping my nipple covered. Then he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to my breast.
“Is this an acceptable place?” he asked, his eyes on me as his tongue swirled circles on my skin.
“There is fine,” I panted.
Eli smirked before he flicked his gaze back down and sucked the skin of my breast into his mouth. He varied the pressure, and his tongue kept sweeping close to my nipple, but not quite making contact. I tried to move his head to where I wanted, but he stayed firmly in one place, working a mark into my skin and leaving me breathless.
Accepting that my nipples were going to go untouched, I started grinding my hips on his thigh in earnest. The dual sensations of his mouth on my skin, trying to brand me, and the hard muscles of his leg underneath me were almost too much, and I found myself hurtling towards oblivion far quicker than I would have liked. Just as I was about to fall into bliss, Eli’s mouth released my skin with a lewd pop, and he ran his thumb over the mark.
“You got close, didn’t you? You like the idea of me marking you? Don’t give me ideas because I can hide these things all over your body if you let me.” Once again, a shiver ran through me, and I grabbed onto his hips to keep his thigh solid against me, chasing my release again. But Eli was having none of it and moved his leg out of reach. I whimpered.
“You sure about ditching the condoms?” he asked as his hands brushed up my thighs, under my skirt to the edge of my underwear.
I nodded vigorously. “I am. You?”
“Absolutely.” He removed my underwear and stuffed them in his back pocket before he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. I watched with bated breath as it fell open, then heundid the button of his jeans. I tracked the movement of his fingers, pulling his zip down, pushing the denim to mid-thigh. The way they hooked into his boxer briefs and pulled them down to settle just under his balls. His piercing caught the light. My knees almost buckled when he slapped his cock against his palm twice before gripping it tightly at the base.
“Keep looking at me like that, Ads, and this isn’t going to last long.”
“Did it get bigger since the last time I saw it?” I asked. I sounded both irritated and horny.
“Highly unlikely, but it’s fine. I’m not expecting you to take it all in a bathroom stall with minimal prep.”
“Please tell me you are notjust the tip-ing me right now.” I tried to chastise, but I was too worked up for it to land.
