Chapter 16 #3
Eli brought the food to the table and set it down along with some bottled Gatorades. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He furrowed his brows.
“I’m sure.” I peered into my bowl of chili, and the raw onions and melted cheese floating on top. “This looks delicious.” And I didn’t want to dwell on the call with my father. My time with Eli should be enjoyable, not filled with my family drama.
After dinner, we cleaned the dishes, and Eli set a tub of leftover chili in the refrigerator while I dried the pot at the sink. Coming at me from behind, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. “No one’s here but us.”
I glanced at the television, playing the game. It was only partway through the third quarter, and we didn’t really care who won. “Yeah? You have some ideas?” Setting the pot on the counter, I twisted in his arms, my cock stirring. I knew what he was after.
“A few.” Cupping my chin, he pressed a heated kiss on my mouth, his tongue sneaking between my lips and gliding across my own. As his hardening cock pushed against my abs, I groaned.
Nibbling down my chin and the column of my neck, he mumbled. “It’s been a few days.” Dipping his knees, he snuck his hand inside my joggers and stroked my solid cock, stretching to my hip. As his lips quirked, he said, “You’re hard.”
“I am.” As tension mounted in my gut, I rubbed my hand over his swollen dick through his sweats. “So are you.” Who would top tonight? I wasn’t sure I cared.
With a smirk, he turned me around and lifted me onto the counter. “Wren, could I…would you let me…” He claimed my mouth in a heated kiss and then pushed me back, lifting my knees and rubbing his cock against my taint.
“You want to fuck me on the counter?” I glanced toward the garage entry. The guys wouldn’t be home until the end of the game, but still.
“I do.” Holding my knees against his sides with his elbows, he leaned in for a round of hungry kisses. “Please?”
With a nod, I said, “Yes, let’s do it.” It was dangerous and hot at the same time. The kitchen was his domain, and he’d fuck me in it.
“You undress while I get the lube.” With a tap of my nose, he jogged toward the bedroom hallway.
Hell, we were really doing this. I hopped off the counter, undressed and tossed my clothing into the corner. Open shades offered a view of the backyard, but the tall masonry wall should shield us. Or would it? No…
He returned with his chest bare and his cock tenting his briefs. “Goddamn, Wren, you’re so fucking sexy all naked in my kitchen.” As his pupils flared, he fell to his knees, fisted the base of my cock and slipped it all the way inside, to his throat.
“Oh, fuck.” As the wet heat of his mouth embraced me, I tipped my head back and gasped. I wasn’t expecting that.
He hummed on my dick in a long moan while gliding his tongue along my glans.
“Eli, fuck…” Threading my fingers in his dark hair, I tugged at it, directing his mouth. Pulses of sensation flooded my senses, and tingles raced up my spine. “So fucking good. Are you sure you want to—”
Popping off me, he said, “Yes.” He rose, swiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “That was just an appetizer.” Dropping his underwear to the floor, he kicked them off.
“This is the first course.” He lifted me by my armpits and dropped my ass on the edge of the island counter next to the sink, a coy grin curling his lips. “Now, you’re almost my height.”
What did he have in mind now? “Okay.” I watched him slather lube on his palms.
“Spread your legs wide. You can still do the splits, right?” He stepped closer to me, our firm dicks reaching toward one another.
“I can. Close enough anyway.” I liked his train of thought. As I shimmied to the very edge of the counter and spread my thighs as wide as they’d go, he grabbed both our cocks in his slick hand and stroked.
“Oh yeah, damn.” Wrapping an arm around my waist, he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me with abandon, his cock jerking against mine.
As pleasure shivered up my spine, I gasped and tipped my head back, losing myself in the moment, his powerful arms and the relentless rhythm of his hand. I propped myself on a straight arm behind me.
Biting along my neck, he held me trapped against him and swirled his thumb over our tips, spreading precum. “You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
As tingling spread from my ear to my cock, my breath snagged.
He always knew how to pleasure me best. No one else knew all my spots and used them the way he did.
As he quickened the pace on our dicks, a sudden jolt of pleasure rocketed through me and my balls drew up.
“Close, Eli. Be careful.” I wanted the main course.
Grinning against the sensitive skin of my neck, he said, “I guess we need to prepare the main dish.” He inched away and said, “Lift your knees again.”
Would this even work? We had to try. “Okay.” My strong core proved beneficial. I raised a knee toward his armpit, and he locked it in place with his arm. I was now slightly angled and exposed.
“Got you.” He planted a passionate kiss on my lips while his free hand snuck down and his slippery fingers circled my hole. “You okay?”
“I’m great.” I held myself up with my arms behind me, tension coiling inside me. “Fuck me, babe.” I didn’t need or want much prep. I wanted to feel this.
“Yeah?” he whispered against my cheek as he slipped his finger inside me and then rubbed my prostate.
“Oh, hell.” I panted, dipping my head as pleasure shuddered through me. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” As he pegged me again and again, my dick twitched and dribbled precum down the shaft.
He added a second finger and claimed my mouth with his, fluttering his tongue over mine.
As my insides clenched with sensation, I broke the kisses and gasped. “Fuck me, Eli. I’m ready.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him.
“Okay.” He pulled his fingers from me and added lube to his stiff cock.
I leaned back on my elbows and hooked my ankles around his hips, jerking him closer to me. “Come here.”
As his eyes darkened further, he said, “You’re hot for this. I like it.” He lined his dick up with my hole.
Lifting my knees higher, I bared more of myself to him. “I’m very hot for you.” It didn’t matter what we did or where. It was always the best.
With a grunt, he slowly pushed inside me, his eyelids fluttering and his teeth biting his lower lip. “Fuck, so tight, babe.”
As the pressure burned inside me, I breathed through it and bore down, taking all of him. “So good…” Yeah, I’d feel this for a few days and every time, I’d remember him.
As his balls reached the counter’s edge, he said, “Shimmy down a little more.” He chuckled. “This counter is cold, and I won’t want to be slapping my balls on it.”
“Oh.” With a soft snort, I shifted toward him, the edge of my ass hanging off the counter. “I’m ready. Fuck me, babe. Make me see stars.”
“Hell yes.” Gripping my hips, he pulled out and drove in, his breath coming in quick pants. “I can see your gorgeous face perfectly.” His hooded gaze locked on mine as his hair bounced with the force of his thrusts.
Hooking my ankles around him again, I said, “Can’t wait to see you come.” Sensation heated my skin while sparks lit behind my eyes with each rock of his hips. I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Yeah?” He grunted while his hips slapped against the backs of my thighs and sweat beaded on his brow. As his brows tensed and his mouth dropped open, he said, “Fuck, coming babe. Oh, shit.” He pressed in deeply and grabbed my cock, milking me. “Come for me,” he hissed.
As sensation twisted up my spine, my balls tingled, and insides pinched.
I surrendered to a mind-shattering orgasm as my balls unloaded in his fist, painting my chest with cum while contractions rolled through my body, firing through all my nerve endings.
I moaned and gasped with each one, keeping my gaze fixed on his.
As it slowed, I fell onto my back on the counter, taking deep breaths. “Holy fuck, Eli.” I’d never look at this kitchen the same again.
“Yeah. Holy fuck.” He bent over me, his waning cock still lodged inside me, and covered my mouth in lazy kisses while cupping my cheek. “Good thing we’re both in great physical shape or this might not have worked.” He offered a smirk.
“I guess there’s an advantage to being athletes.” I giggled. My brain wasn’t back online yet.
“There is.” As he kissed my collarbone and down the center of my chest, his dick slipped out of me. “Oops, it's cleanup time.” He ripped a paper towel off the holder and wet it under the sink. “Being in the kitchen makes it a little easier.” He wiped my ass.
I chuckled. “You'd better disinfect the counter before you cook on it again.” Did any of his roommates do shit like this? Casey had a boyfriend who came over occasionally, and I wouldn’t put it past him. But he spent most of the time at Ryker’s apartment.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is kosher when we’re done.” He ran the paper towel under the water and cleaned himself.
The hard surface ached through my back. “I’m getting up now.” I sat up, my legs dangling off the edge.
“Here, let me help you.” Tossing the towel into the sink, he draped an arm around my waist and lifted me off the counter, setting me on the floor.
“Thanks.” I glanced at the television. “There’s only five minutes left in the game. The guys will be home soon.” I grabbed my clothes from the floor and sauntered toward the hallway bathroom. “Be right back.”
“Okay.” Eli slipped his briefs up his legs and dove under the sink, coming back up with a spray bottle of cleaner.
With a snicker, I ducked into the bathroom.
The next morning, I sat at my dinette eating oatmeal, mulling over my phone call with Dad.
It was time my mother knew what an ass he’d been to me.
If she knew the truth, maybe she could give me guidance about dealing with him.
I glanced toward the bedrooms. Grace wasn’t up yet, and we didn’t have practice until this afternoon. I held my phone up and called Mom.
The phone rang once. “Wren? Is everything okay? It’s early.”
“Oh, sorry.” Shit, maybe I should have waited. But I’d be too busy later. I pushed oatmeal around in my bowl with my spoon. “It’s okay, I just had news about Dad.”
“You do?” she asked.
“Yes.” I heaved a sigh. How would she take this? “Did you know Dad tried to buy more property and Aunt Nadine blocked it?”
“No, I didn’t.” She breathed in deeply. “How do you know that? Did you call your aunt?”
“No, Dad phoned me last night. He was pretty pissed about it. He’s blaming me and you.” Shit, I should tell her about the therapy. “I had lunch with him a few weeks ago, and it was unpleasant.” My stomach tensed. “Mom, I started therapy.”
“You did? Oh no, why didn’t you tell me sooner about the lunch? Was it that bad?”
“It…he’s accusing me of wanting his money.” My gut tied in a knot. “All I wanted was to ask about the trust and find out if he would change it with the new baby.” I glared at my oatmeal. I wasn’t hungry anymore. “He accused you of putting me up to it.” Shit, I hated telling her this, but I had to.
“Of course he did. The man is so incensed that I’d have anything after our divorce.” She harrumphed. “I hope you told him I don’t care about his damn money.”
“I tried. The message failed, judging by the phone call last night.” Pushing my bowl away, I propped my elbow on the table and my cheek in my hand. “I’m baffled by him.”
“What does your therapist say?” she asked.
“She’s given me ways of coping with his behavior and taught me to demand he treat me with respect. But it’s still early. I’ve seen her only maybe four times.” I’d have to take whatever information Mom gave me to the therapist.
“Well, I’m glad you’re seeing someone. He’s a tough man to deal with.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, honey. I wish I could have given you an emotionally available father. He wasn’t like this when I met him, I swear.”
“Mom, it’s not your fault.” I drew a deep inhale. “Just…should I call him and try to reason with him?”
“You can try, but I’d give it some time. He used to come to his senses after a few days and apologize when he’d been an ass.”
“Yeah.” I doubted he was still that way. The only reason he’d called after our tense lunch was to chew me out. I skimmed a finger along the table in a circle. “Should I apologize?”
“For what? You did nothing wrong. He’s the one keeping secrets and trying to funnel money to his new wife without addressing his sister.”
“Yes, but with him so close, it’s…it’s harder.” I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat and swallowed hard. “When he lived far away, it was easier to forget about him.” Now, if I had to drive into Scottsdale, he’d be all I’d think about.
“Discuss it with your therapist. But let her know I suspect he’s a bit of a narcissist. I don’t know if anyone diagnosed him, but he certainly seems like that to me.”
“Really?” Fuck, that was bad, wasn’t it? I’d have to talk to Eli about it later.
“When is your next therapy appointment?” she asked.
“Not until after Thanksgiving. She was booked.” I freed a soft chuckle. “I guess a lot of students need therapy before they go home for the holidays.”
A sharp laugh erupted from her. “Yeah? That’s not much of a surprise.”
“Right?” A grin crept across my mouth. I wasn’t sure I would get any more information from her. “Mom, I need to head to class now.”
“Okay, enjoy your day and try not to dwell too much on your father. He’s not worth it,” she said.
“Sure, thanks.” It would be easier said than done, but then there was little I could do about the situation. Except what I was already doing. Was Dad bothered by this situation at all? “Love you, Mom. Bye.”
“Bye, and let me know if anything else happens,” she said.
“I will.” I ended the call and brought my oatmeal bowl to the sink.