Page 64 of Ecstasy
“I won’t let him hurt you. Tell me.” He flicks his gaze to my mouth as he circles my entrance. “Tell me why you did it that night and I’ll reward you.”
I want to touch him. I want to push him on his back and ride him. I want him inside of me. But I force myself to stay still. To do what he said. I hesitate, “I…I was just tired of feeling… unwanted.” I whisper the last word. Think about Alex telling me that his father thought I was a whore. The words shouldn’t have hurt, considering his dad reallyisa whore. But it still hurt to know Alex cared what his father said about me. And, he seemed to agree with him and what he thought about me.
It was painful, and so was remembering how it felt to know that my father didn’t think of me at all.
“Did it make you feel better?” Eli asks, still teasing me. I shift my hips and I see a ghost of a smile on his lips. “When you cut yourself, did you feel better?”
I nod, whimpering.
“I love when you make that sound,” he says, leaning closer. And then his mouth is on mine as he pushes his finger inside of me. I gasp into his mouth, his tongue twirling around mine as he fingers me. He pushes another finger into me, and I shift my hips, bucking against him.
He pulls back, his eyes on mine. I grab his thigh, squeezing the hard muscles below his swimsuit. I trail my hand up higher, palm his hard cock, running my hand along the length of it.
“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, fingering me slowly, teasingly. “I’m sorry for hurting you. The night at the party.”
I remember how his fingers curled up inside of me. How it hurt when Alex pulled me off.
It’s so different to this Eli now, being gentle and slow.
“Why?” I ask him, breathless. “Why did you do it?”
He kisses me again, licking the seam of my mouth as he pulls back. I rub my hand over his cock, wanting him inside of me so bad.
So fucking bad.
“I was pissed with Alex. It had nothing to do with you.”
I want to ask why he was mad, but instead, something else comes out. “I like it rough.”
He smiles in the dark. “Me too.”
And then he pulls out of me, stands to his feet and offers me his hand.
I already miss the feel of him inside of me and I’m disoriented, throbbing between my thighs. “What are you—”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet, my bikini barely hanging onto my hip. Before I can adjust it, he leads me to the shallow end of the pool.
My heart races, my skin crawling. “Eli…”
He glances back at me as we stand at the top of the steps. “You want to experience everything right?”
I bite my lip, my eyes flicking between the water and him. Slowly, I nod.
“Then let me hurt you. Just a little.”
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Eli
The underwater lightsin the pool and the moon overhead give me plenty of light to see by, so I catch the flicker of fear in her eyes as I lead her into the cold water.
“Eli,” she says again, “what are you—”
“You trust me?”
She looks up from the water to stare at me, her aqua-green eyes wide. “I—”
I yank her in after me and the cold water nearly steals my breath. She yelps, throwing her arms around my shoulders and clinging to me like she’s going to drown.
