Singe (22 page)

Sure enough. “C’mere,” Eli murmurs after another minute, squeezing her thigh. On screen Guy Fieri is visiting Buffalo, New York, and learning how to make Steak Diane. Addie swallows her last bite of sandwich, turning away from the TV.

“Hey,” she says, climbing into Eli’s lap and slinging her arms around his neck. His body is warm from sleep, solid under her ass. Less than twelve hours since she left this morning, and Addie still missed him.

“Like this,” Eli murmurs, plucking at her sheath dress. “Like you dressed up.”

“Yeah, huh?” Addie rolls her shoulders back. There’s not much cleavage, church-and-family-appropriate-garments 101, but you work with what you have. “My underwear is boring, sadly.”

“Granny panties?” Eli asks, sliding his hand up underneath the skirt to feel for the skinny bit of elastic at her thigh, snapping it lightly against her skin. Addie makes a face.

“Don’t say panties,” she orders. They’re not terrible, at least, just plain gray cotton. She’s not used to having somebody see them all the time. Eli grins, skimming his palm around to the front of her. She’s a little damp already, she can feel it, and not just because it’s warm outside. Addie hikes the dress up so she can straddle him properly. “Now kiss.”

“Got a lot of demands, princess,” Eli says, but of course he obliges, wet mouth and sharp teeth, the hand that’s not busy between her legs thumbing her nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. Addie whimpers. He’s so
good
at that, Jesus, everything already tight and humming for more of it. She grinds her hips down rough and heavy, can feel the hot hard outline of him right through his jeans.

“I do,” Addie agrees, slicking her tongue down over his pulse point. She sucks a lot harder than she usually does, aiming to leave a mark. She likes the idea all of a sudden, of making him hers in a way other people could see and know about. She wants to belong to him somehow too.

“Can we just,” Addie asks, squirming out of her sundress. Her boobs bounce as she does it, and she watches Eli watch. “I mean. Like.”

“Hmm?” Eli asks distractedly, reaching up to cup and squeeze. He pinches one nipple to a point then pulls at it lightly, a tug Addie can feel in her lungs.

“Jesus,” she says, rubbing herself on him shamelessly, knees spread wide on the couch to get the best angle. Just like that, she’s way more than damp. “Take your pants off.”

Eli hums and obeys, nudging her up out of the way to get at his belt. Addie whines at the loss of contact. When he goes too slow for her liking, fingers fumbling at his zipper, she pushes herself impatiently at his knuckles. Eli laughs.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, switching to one hand so he can cup her as he lifts his hips and yanks his jeans down. “That bad, huh?”

He keeps the heel of his hand where Addie needs it, fingers working hard. “Shut up,” she mutters, holding still to enjoy it. Her cotton underwear is so wet it’s practically become an extension of her body. Eli rubs the fabric into her until it’s clinging like a second skin, then hooks a finger around the crotch and gently peels it free. Addie shivers.

“Yeah,” she says, reaching down in between them to wrap a hand around him. “Okay. Let’s, um.” She hardly knows what she wants first. “Behind?” She gasps, before she even realizes she’s going to say it—that it’s the feeling of being taken she’s after, his chest pressed against her spine and his teeth at the back of her neck. “Can we—behind me, I mean?”

“
Addie
, girl.” Eli’s voice is ragged, his breath hot against her neck. “Yeah?”

“Is that—?” Addie breaks off. They’ve never done it like that. Addie never has with anyone, is the truth, one more embarrassing inexperienced thing about her, how he’s probably been through the whole Kama Sutra and back. Addie feels herself blush. “I mean—”

Eli grabs the remote and clicks off the TV, fast and sudden. The whole room goes quiet and dark. “Turn over,” he orders, more serious than she’s heard him since she got here. “Right now.”

Addie gulps.

She curls her hands around the arms of the sofa once she does it, up on her knees on the ugly microfiber cushions. She’s still got her underwear bunched around her thighs. Eli shifts around, presses a kiss against her tailbone—the shiver that skitters through her then is full-body, her hairline all the way down to her toes. “Like that?” Eli asks, using his teeth. He reaches up, pulling her underwear the rest of the way off.

“Mm-hmm.” Addie nods—she
does
, even if she does feel so terribly vulnerable like this, breasts hanging and heavy and every last inch of her exposed. She squeezes her eyes shut, buries her face in her arm. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Eli tells her, rubbing at her thighs. He kisses up her spine to nose at the back of her neck, getting into position with his knees in between hers. Addie swallows.

“Wait, we need a—”

“Yeah.” Eli leans over to grab her purse, rattling around.

That’s another first for Addie, condoms on her person at all times. The other day she took the wrong bag to church and sat through the whole Mass acutely aware that zipped into the innermost compartment of her bag was a box of
Her Pleasure Ribbed
. Jenn laughed her face off when she heard. “That’s nothing,” she told Addie. “I used to wear Gran’s rosary out clubbing.”

“Slow,” Addie whispers now, even as she’s rolling her hips back. She aches and aches. “Okay? Just at first.”

“So slow,” Eli promises, one arm reaching around to brace against the couch beside hers. He uses the other hand to get himself lined up, slippery-hot latex. “Gonna make it good, I swear.”

Just the first inch presses in, and they both groan. When Addie opens her eyes she can see right down between her own legs. “
Eli,
” she whines.

“Yeah?” He follows her gaze, chin hooked over her shoulder. “Christ. You watching that, Addie-girl? Like to see?” Addie nods against his face, their cheekbones grinding together.

Eli keeps pushing, just a little at a time, the hand on the arm of the couch creeping over so that his fingers are laced through hers. Addie’s hair makes a dark curtain around her face. And
God
, that is—that is something else, watching him disappear inside her like that, bit by careful bit. She feels dumbly powerful, proud of herself for being able to handle it. Shocked that it feels as good as it does.

“That’s it,” Eli says, when he’s as deep as she can take him. Addie shifts her hips, getting used to how it feels. It’s different like this, full in a new way. When he wraps his hands around her waist so he can move her, the gasp she lets out is half pleasure and half fear. “Touch yourself for me,” he mutters into her neck.

Addie does, everything wet wet wet down in between them. She can smell herself from this angle:
Addie turned on at the end of the day
. She thought it was going to hurt, that the stretch might be as intense as it was at the very beginning, but he’s barely started moving when all she can think about is more. “Faster,” she tells him, breathless. Her heart feels like a jackrabbit’s, quick and thready. “You’re fine. You can go faster. I want it.”

Eli groans against her backbone. “Can’t,” he bites off, holding down the pace. “Can’t, uh-uh. I’ll come, princess.”

The words make Addie clench, surprised. “Yeah?” She can feel the way his thighs are shaking now, how hard he’s holding back. He only looked down at where they’re joined for a second. “Close?” she asks, rubbing faster. Eli nods against her hair, fingers digging into her waist.

Addie hums, nudging her cheek at his. “Can see you,” she tells him quietly, staring down between her legs. “If you weren’t wearing—am gonna see it, when you do. Gonna watch the whole thing.”

“
Fuck.
” Eli gasps, hands spasming at her hips. “
Addie
.”

He fights it for a second, holding himself still and twitching inside her, but it must be too much because in the next breath he starts thrusting helplessly, groaning into her neck. Addie watches like she promised, the blurred band of latex as he pushes in and out at triple speed. It works for her almost criminally well.

“Stay,” she orders when he’s finished, working her slippery body harder. By now she’s too wet for traction. “Stay inside, just for—” She loses it before she can finish the thought, arching her back with a sharp whine. The move forces Eli to slide out anyway, leaving her clenching on nothing.

It’s still good—he gives her his fingers almost immediately, the blunt tips of them dipping inside like he wants to be able to feel it as it happens. Addie’s knuckles bump against his. “Fuck, Addie,” she hears him say, but barely—she’s coming and coming and
coming
, her own desperate sounds echoing off the walls of her skull.

“Oh my
God
,” she says finally, shuddering one last time, finally coherent enough to feel self-conscious. Her knees are still planted wide and obscene. Eli doesn’t care though—Eli never seems to care, truthfully, has never once looked at her naked body with anything but overt desire. He’s manhandling her up by her hips now, turning her to face him on the couch. The cushions are half-sliding onto the floor.

“Can you go again?” he’s asking, eyes dark and more focused than earlier. Somewhere in the back of her head it occurs to her that it’s rare he wouldn’t be able to hold out. Just for a second, she thinks of those beer bottles lined up along the sink. “Addie-girl, do you want to try?”

Addie hesitates. She hasn’t ever, has never even come close, but just the suggestion has something inside her tightening up again, some invisible string. “I don’t know,” she admits.

“Can
try
though,” Eli insists, maneuvering them so he’s sitting against the armrest with Addie in his lap. Addie can smell herself in the stuffy room, thick and close. She’s worried about messing up the microfiber upholstery, worried about being gross or greedy. “Wanna let me try?”

Addie swallows, looking down at his good familiar face. “Yeah,” she says. “Yes.”

Eli gets rid of the condom and scoots his ass down the couch so Addie is on his abdomen and not his exhausted cock. Of all the fucking days to drink too much to keep it together, Christ.

He runs his thumbs down her belly and past the line of hair instead, spreading her open so he can see her slick pink self. When he rubs lightly at her clit, Addie hisses. “Too much?” Eli asks, his mouth dry. Even with a hangover pounding hard at the base of his skull, he wants to get her off worse than anything.

Addie nods, shifting on him. Eli can still hear her gasps rattling around in the air.

“Okay,” he says. “You wanna try—” He slides down the couch even more, until his head is resting on the armrest. “You wanna come here, maybe?”

Addie looks at him blankly. She lifted up off his belly when he started sliding, inadvertently exposing all of herself. It’s enough to make Eli’s mouth water. “Up here,” he clarifies, tugging on her hips until she gets the message. Addie’s eyes widen.

“Eli,” she says, sounding scandalized. Eli loves that about her, how for all her bravado she’s so fucking easy to shock. It makes him want all kinds of things.

“Want
this
,” he promises her, moving down the couch just a little more until she’s hovering over his shoulders, knees planted on either side. Eli swallows. He can smell her, chemical from the latex but like herself underneath, salty and thick. He reaches up and spreads her open, nudges her with one leg until she drops all the way down.

“Eli,” she murmurs again. She’s self-conscious, he can tell she is, those strong tense thighs and how she’s shaking just a little. “Are you—?”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, half a second before he starts licking. Addie lets out a quiet whine. She’s got one hand clutching the back of the sofa, like she’s looking to ground herself somehow. He flattens his tongue against her clit and she gasps.

“Oh,” she tells him.

Eli shakes his head from side to side slowly, giving her some pressure, then licks back to where she’s still artificial-sticky from the condom lubricant. After a minute the chemical bitterness is all gone and it’s just her. Eli closes his eyes and presses his whole face against her, breathing deep.

“Whatcha need?” he asks, pulling away far enough to form words. “Need to come again? You close at all?” The words make his dick jump half-heartedly. Addie whines, wiggling against his nose. From the toss of her body, Eli guesses she’s either shaking her head or nodding. “Gotta talk to me,” he says, reaching up to massage one vibrating thigh. “Can’t see you. Can only see your—”

“Hey,” Addie hisses sharply, hand darting down to fist in his hair. Then, mumbled, “Need to.”

Eli sucks at her clit, a sharp, pressurized tease, then pulls back. “Need to what?” he asks.

“Ugh,” Addie says, sounding enormously frustrated. She’s rocking her hips just the slightest bit. “
Mean
, you’re so—” She breaks off and gasps as he uses his teeth, just a little, prodding. “Oh God, Eli, need to come.”

It takes a little while after that, Eli curling his tongue and pushing inside her, the whole bottom of his face gone slippery and wet—but eventually he hears that telltale intake of breath and then suddenly she’s grinding, more in charge than he’s maybe ever known her.

It’s…pretty much the hottest thing she’s ever done.

He squeezes her ass and lets her work her way through it, lets her use him however she needs. He’s never gotten her off twice in a row before, how usually she shoves his hand away if he gets it into his head to so much as try. Already he knows he’s going to want to do it again though, to try for three or even four next time, to go until she can’t think anything but his name.