Page 30 of Change My Mind
Red bloomed high on Eli’s cheekbones.
“Yeah, I didn’t think about the logistics of him leaving. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”
It was my turn to laugh abruptly. “I wasn’t talking about him leaving, Eli. It was more the live audio erotica show you both put on.”
The blush deepened.
“Uh—sorry?”
I shrugged. I hoped it was the perfect image of nonchalance and not a sign of surliness that I was mad that he was out in these streets getting laid by other people. I wasn’t jealous.
That would be stupid. Especially given what he had just walked in on.
“You don’t have anything to apologise for. We’re bothadults with needs. You got yours. You probably did me a favour by stopping me from getting mine. He definitely didn’t know where the clit was. Anyway, I am going to go to bed.”
Eli’s mouth opened and closed. I waited a beat to see what he would say, but it ended up being nothing.
I walked past him and into my room.
It was actually too earlyfor bed, but I had made my choice, and it was too embarrassing to slink back out of my bedroom into the living room now.
I was lying on my bed, now wearing an Aragorn T-shirt and shorts, letting my mind wander on what my night could have been if Eli hadn’t come home. Or if I had picked a better person. If he had moved on from his fascination with bruising my neck (no visible mark so far, which made the whole thing seem even worse) and travelled down my body, he would have yielded much more fruitful results.
Results that might have led to a more satisfying end.
All too quickly, my imagination replaced the body that was suckling my neck with one I was much more familiar with. Brown hair flecked with grey. The scratch of stubble along my skin as he moved down my chest to my breast, teasing my nipple into a tender peak before he moved to the other side and gave it the same treatment. I could almost hear the sounds he would make as he dragged his lips across my body, getting lower and lower. I could imaginemyresponses to the actions.
I could feel heat pooling low in my core. I squeezed my legs together, which just increased the ache.
An ache that had settled within me around about two a.m. this morning, and despite my efforts, I had not managed to take careof it.
Not the way that I wanted to, anyway.
But there was always plan B.
I reached across the bed and pulled one of the spare pillows to rest next to me before I rolled over and straddled it. The seam of my shorts sat perfectly as I rolled my hips into the pillow and gasped as the pressure hit me just where I wanted it.
I rolled them again, slower this time, sending tingles up my spine. I grounded myself with one hand, clutching the pillow, the other gripping the hem of my T-shirt, fingertips drawing circles on the skin of my upper thigh.
Another roll, and my imagination decided to run wild.
The hardness of my seam became a hard body underneath me, my hips rolling against a pelvis as I got used to the feeling of being full. The pillow under my hand was a solid chest that I gripped onto to find balance while I got into a rhythm. The hand on my thigh made a slow trail along the curve of my arse and up my waist before brushing the sensitive skin at the side of my breast. Goose bumps spread across my body as I pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently at first, and then harder. My hips stuttered, and I imagined the husky praise in a familiar voice telling me I was taking him so well. Another pinch that sent a wave of pleasure through me while my grinding picked up pace.
The voice in my head begged to see me, so I sat up and arched my back, keeping a slow grind of my hips against the pillow. I pulled the scrunchie off my arm and tossed my braids up into a rough approximation of a bun and then removed my T-shirt. The coolness of the air in my bedroom made my already taut nipples even tighter. Almost painful. I made a show of running both my hands up my torso before cupping my breasts in both hands, letting the buds of my nipples peek out between my fingers, squeezing and twisting them while my hips pickedup speed.
I released my breasts and fell forward onto my forearms, my nipples rubbing against the duvet beneath me. My brain substituted the soft cotton for the sharp bite of teeth, into the soothing press of a tongue. The body I was straddling in my head started driving up into me, harder and faster, my clit receiving the perfect amount of pressure. My thighs started burning as the roll of my hips sped up, working towards my release. I could hear frantic moans and desperate pleas for more.
With one final roll of my hips, my muscles started quivering and then tensed up as my orgasm took over my body. I slowed my movements to lazy circles as I collapsed flush onto the bed, letting the aftershocks ripple through me as I kept a gentle pressure on my over-sensitised clit.
Without being aware of it, a second orgasm swept over me, and with it came a sense of contentment that I sat with for a moment.
Then it hit me. What I said when I came the first time.
Twenty-One
ELI
Fuck, Eli.
