43. Eli
43
ELI
I leave Freya to accept her fate and duck into the bathroom to get a condom and the bottle of oil I spied earlier.
The sight I’m greeted with when I return has me holding back a groan.
Freya’s lying on the bed, her head near the foot. She’s discarded her panties and bra, and the curves of her body leading up to her fiery hair have her looking every bit the goddess against the cream comforter.
Jude combs his fingers through her curls as he captures every gorgeous inch of her on camera.
The reminder of why Oz isn’t here though has my shoulders tensing. I feel like I only just got Freya back. Only just removed the threat of her father and now we’re about to send her back into danger. To meet with the one man who might have caused her more harm than Maxwell himself.
I fucking hate the idea of her being that close to him and if it was for anyone other than Oz’s sister, I wouldn’t be letting her go. Not that Freya would dare let me stop her. Stubborn woman.
I push the darker thoughts aside and focus on Freya. On the need to claim her. There was no way I wasn’t winning River’s little game. Ever since Freya made me realize I was a fucking idiot for pushing her away, I’ve been dying to have all of her.
I walk over to the bed and climb on beside her. “You do what I say, when I say it,” I tell her. I unscrew the lid to the oil and drizzle it over the small of her back before moving lower, watching the liquid run down between her ass cheeks.
She trembles beneath me, her eyes fluttering shut.
I hand Jude the bottle and he moves back, returning to his seat on the beanbag.
River stands in front of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s hiding it fairly well but I know he’s as worried about tomorrow as I am.
“Think of it as practice,” I say to Freya as I run my fingers through the oil, smoothing it over her scars. “Because the only way we’re letting you go to the meet tomorrow, is if you do exactly as you’re told.” I tap her waist. “Ass up.”
Her eyes open, cloudy apple green meeting mine. She always sees too much but this time I don’t try to hide how scared I am for her. Freya’s gaze softens and she gives me what I need. She presses her hands into the comforter and lifts her hips, raising her ass in the air but keeping her face against the bed.
The oil runs down her back and I follow its path with my fingers. I gather the slick liquid, coating my fingers before sliding my hand between her ass and finding her rosebud.
She twitches when I touch her, and I press a palm to her upper back to hold her still as I ease a single finger inside her ass.
Fuck, she’s snug.
Freya’s hands curl around the comforter, a sexy little grimace twisting her face. “Eli,” she groans.
“Got a way to go yet, kitten. That’s only one finger, you’re taking three.”
She moans.
I slide in and out of her a few times, making sure she’s nice and slick before adding my second finger. I stretch her out slowly, my other hand kneading the oil into her shoulders to distract her as I scissor my fingers.
My cock is harder than a fucking diamond watching her squirm beneath me, feeling her heat wrapped around my fingers. I shift so I’m behind her and press myself against her ass.
Every little wriggle has me seconds from coming in my pants like a fucking teenager so I hurry the fuck up and add a third finger.
Freya sucks in a gasp. “Too much.”
“Shh,” River hushes her from where he watches. “You’re fine. Let Eli get you ready.”
Soft whimpers dance from her lips, fucking music to the sadist in me. I use my free hand to pull my pants down then I tear the condom wrapper with my teeth and slide the protection over my length.
Jude chucks me the oil and I pour it over my hand. I squeeze my cock hard as I cover my length in oil, making sure I’m liberally coated.
“Eli,” Freya squirms. “Please, I need you.”
“I’m here, kitten,” I say. “I’m right here.” I withdraw my fingers and before she closes up, I notch the head of my cock at the hole I’ve claimed as my winnings and drive forward.
Freya’s mouth opens on a silent scream and I spasm inside of her. Tingles run down from the base of my skull and I tip back my head in pleasure.
“How’s she feel?” River asks.
“So. Fucking. Tight.”
Motherfucker . I’ve never done this before but deep in Freya’s ass is officially my new favorite place to be.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath and control myself. When I’m pretty sure I’m not going to come before I’ve even started, I gather Freya’s hair, twisting it around my hand. “You ready for me to move, Kitten?”
She nods as best she can. “Just, go slow.”
I hum under my breath and lean over till my chest is flush against her back and my lips are by her ear. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Or would you rather I used you like my little fuck toy, not caring how hard or rough I take you because it’s not about what you want, it’s about me taking what I want.”
Freya moans, arousal flaring in her eyes. “That,” she whispers.
“That’s what I thought.” I smirk and pull out to the very tip before slamming back into her. I straighten up and use my grip on Freya’s hair to lift her head as I fuck her from behind.
“Look at Jude,” I say, “he’s still filming, you know. Recording every second of you being such a good little anal slut for me.”
“Jesus, Eli,” Jude swears, the heel of his hand pushing down on his tented pants.
I pump in and out of Freya, the tight grip of her ass strangling my cock and sending pleasure ricocheting through my body. My balls draw up and I twist her hair tighter as every muscle in my body tenses.
“Fuck.” The word stutters out of me as I bury myself deep and pulse my release into the condom. I fold myself over Freya and scatter kisses across her shoulder blades, muttering words of praise. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Fucking perfect.”
Freya licks her lips, her eyes half closed. “A fucking goddess?” she asks with a soft smile.
I laugh and press my lips to hers. “Yes. A fucking goddess.”
Her ass grips me tight as I pull out, like she doesn’t want to let me go. I collapse back against the cushioned headboard and quickly deal with the condom.
Freya sinks into the comforter, flat on her stomach. She looks about two seconds away from passing out but River walks over and strokes her head.
“You’re not done yet, darlin’,” he warns.