Page 32 of Ecstasy
His dick is throbbing against me and I’m panting being this close to him, our bodies pressed together.
But I can’t do this.
Eli is insane. Alex hasn’t hurt me. Not anymore than I’ve hurt him.
I don’t know what he thinks he came here for, but we can’t. This isn’t right. “I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but I’m not—"
“Has he ever once really seen you, Zara?”
“What—”
“Because I have,” he interrupts me, bringing his mouth closer to mine. I can feel his words when he speaks, smell the way his breath is like cotton candy, tempting me with his sweetness. But he isn’t sweet, and clearly, he’s crazy. I don’t know what he’s talking about. “I’ve seen you,” he continues. “I know who you really are.”
He leans in closer, his lips touching mine.
I stiffen in his arms.No, no, no.
I don’t say it, though. I don’t say it.
“Remember that night you two fought about his dad? About how Pastor Cardi didn’t want you to see his son anymore?”
We fought about that all the time. Alex wanted me to act more respectable,and dress “modestly” for his games. He wanted me to “stop fucking doing drugs” so his father might actually accept me.
It was a constant source of tension, among other things.
But I know. I know which night Eli is talking about. I know, and it makes my heart skip a beat, my stomach flipping.
He trails his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, running his tattooed hand over a scar right there, on my hip.
He knows.
“Because I do,” he tells me. “I know.”
I didn’t think anyone else was home. I thought Eli was with his dad or out or…
Shame makes my stomach churn.
But he doesn’t let me feel it. He doesn’t let me feel it for more than one second before he licks along the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips.
Let him in.
He groans against me, as if he’s been waiting for this for a long time.
How long?I want to ask him.How long have you been waiting for me? All this time? Six whole fucking months? Why did you never say anything?
But I don’t get a chance to ask anything.
He breaks away, leaving me breathless, then lifts the hem of my tank top. I raise my arms up as he pulls it off over my head and drops it on the floor. He bends his head down, dropping his mouth on my nipple, his hands trailing down my waist.
“I’ve fucking seen these all week,” he says, speaking against my skin. I grab the counter to keep myself upright, gasping. “I’ve fucking seen these in so many fucking videos. Alex’s hands all over you.” He licks a line across my chest, taking my other nipple in his mouth as I throw my head back, closing my eyes, reveling in the way he shoves his hands down my shorts.
“Did you like it?” I ask him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he picks me up and sets me on the counter, swiping his hand over the shot glasses and the bottle of tequila, sending it all crashing to the floor.
He parts my knees, his fingers running up my thighs as he sucks on my neck. My nails dig into his back, but his shirt is still on, and his pants, and I want him naked. I reach for his cock, rubbing my palm over it, feeling how thick and hard he is for me.
How long? Has he just been waiting for us to break up?
“Shut up,” he tells me instead of answering my question. He hooks his fingers through the waistband of my hot pink panties, and I throw my arms around his neck and raise up, letting him pull the material down, past my knees, past my bare feet and dropping them on the floor.
