Chapter 29 #2
“She is in heat,” Eli says, stripping his shorts off and climbing in the shower.
He jumps as the icy water touches him, making him hiss. Eli reaches for me, pulling me against him, and I feel instant relief the moment his skin touches mine. He sits on the shower floor, pulling me to the ground with him, and Cyrus sits on the sink basin, watching worriedly.
I melt against Eli, draping myself lazily over him. My arms over his neck and my legs around his waist as I mold my body against his, seeking the relief only his skin seems to give me.
“Fuck, she smells good,” Eli mutters, and I feel his head turn to look at Cyrus.
Eli’s hands trail up and down my spine, sparks moving everywhere he touches, and I feel his cock standing erect against my stomach and pussy.
Cyrus reaches into the shower pressing his hand on my head. The sensation makes my skin tingle; my skin feels like it is buzzing, vibrating every cell in my body, craving their touch.
“Get in the shower,” Eli says to Cyrus.
I turn my face into Eli’s neck, breathing in his strong manly scent before lifting my head thirstily.
I open my mouth, letting the water flood my mouth while also waterboarding myself.
My mouth feels so dry. Pulling my face away, I open my eyes to Eli watching me, his hands trailing down my sides to my hips before running over my thighs.
The feel of his hands makes arousal flood me, and I moan at his light touch.
“Eli, we should get her out. She will probably be pissed if you sleep with her while she is like this,” Cyrus says.
Eli huffs, annoyed, but uses his hand to push off the tiled wall while he stands with me still wrapped around him.
His hand goes under my ass while he holds me against him.
He turns the taps off and walks out of the shower, and I feel a towel drop over me.
Eli walks into the room, but I don’t care.
His skin is the only thing stopping me from feeling like I am boiling alive.
I have no intention of moving off him. Eli places my feet on the floor before walking off into the walk-in.
The moment his skin leaves mine, I feel heat rush over every inch of my body like a brutal wave.
My feet are moving on their own as I crash into Cyrus, nearly knocking him over as I hit his back, my arms wrapping around him. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would be embarrassed at my actions, but all rational thought has by now gone out the window, along with my dignity.
Cyrus turns, rubbing my back. “Just wait. Let him get some clothes on, Addie.”
Cyrus walks out of the walk-in with some clean shorts on before lying on the bed.
“Go lie with Eli. It will make it ease off,” he says, walking me toward the bed.
Eli moves over, and I climb on the bed. I don’t care which one of them it is. I just want to lie on them like a lizard sun-baking and sunning itself on a rock.
Eli chuckles as I climb on him before dropping on him like he is my own personal ice pack. Everywhere his skin touches, tingles and sparks rush over me. His scent smells stronger, more intoxicating as I inhale deeply, pressing my face against his skin.
Cyrus climbs back into bed after switching the light off and turning the small lamp on.
“Better?” Eli asks.
I nod. “How long will it last?”
This is the most humiliating torture ever. I don’t even care if I am heavy, not that he complains. But I am not moving unless physically pulled from him.
“It will get worse,” he says, making me look at him.
“What?” I squeak.
“Just try to sleep before the next wave hits,” he says.
I try to sleep, try letting darkness take me, but he is right. The heat becomes worse.
I thought it was unbearable before. How wrong I was.
I am only just starting to doze off when I feel a rush race over my skin from head to toe.
My toes curl as a different sensation washes over me, making me cry out in pleasure.
I clamp a hand down my mouth, embarrassed at the sound I have just made.
Eli moves underneath me, and I am hit with his arousal, feeling it pressing against my thigh draped over him.
Cyrus moves behind me, rolling into me, and I moan as his skin touches mine.
My body feels electrified, buzzed, and almost crazed as I grab his arm and pull it over me.
Eli rolls into me, and I pull him closer with my leg.
My core is pulsating to its own beat, my thighs wet with my arousal as I lean forward, kissing Eli harshly, my lips crashing against his, forcing him awake.
Eli’s eyes snap open, and he pulls away.
I grip his hair, pulling him back and kissing him before biting his lip.
He groans, his hand going to my hip as he tugs me closer, grinding his hardened length against my bare pussy.
I move my hips, grinding them against him before reaching between us and tugging the drawstring on his pants.
His hands reach for mine, trying to stop me from undoing them.
“Addie, no, just ride it out. I don’t want you angry with me tomorrow.”
“Fuck tomorrow, get your pants off,” I tell him, not caring in the slightest about tomorrow.
“Addie…” he warns as I tug on his pants again, undoing the knot.
I reach my hand in his pants. His cock feels smooth in my palm and rock-hard as I wrap my hand around it.
“Fuck it,” Eli growls, kissing me hungrily.
His tongue moves between my lips as he tastes every inch of my mouth.
My arousal coils like a spring as he moves over the top of me, pushing his weight down on me as he moves between my legs.
Cyrus moves beside me, and Eli pulls back as they travel lower, Cyrus’s lips replacing his as he kisses me.
Eli’s lips go to my breast, and my walls pulsate with need as Eli nips and sucks on my breasts.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting him to sink his cock into my wet heat.
Eli bites down on my nipple, and my back arches.
Cyrus pulls back, letting me catch my breath, and I roll my hips against Eli.
He tugs his pants down before positioning himself.
His cock is pressing against my wet folds before he pushes it in.
A breathy moan leaves my lips as he sheathes himself deep within my walls.
I roll my hips when he stills, giving me time to stretch around him, but I am way past that point; I just want him to pound into me.
His lips move to mine as he kisses me. He pulls out, thrusting back in painfully, his cock hitting my cervix and making me bounce on the bed, my head hitting the headboard.
“Gentle, Eli,” Cyrus warns him, but I like how rough he is, rolling my hips, needing release.
Eli grips my hips, tugging me further down the bed before grabbing both my hands and pinning them above my head in his vise-like grip.
I move my hips feeling his hard length moving in and out as he stills, letting me move my hips against him.
His claws dig into my wrist as I continue to move my hips, yet it isn’t enough.
The heat building again makes my toes curl as pleasure washes over me before easing off, leaving me breathless.
I try to free my hands as he holds them in one of his, needing him to move.
Sensing what I want, Eli moves, pulling his cock out before thrusting in hard, his thrusts brutal as he pounds into me, finding his rhythm and making me cry out.
It is painful but also good, the feeling building making my stomach tighten and my skin flush.
My breathing becomes ragged as I moan loudly.
Cyrus’s hand goes to my breast as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
Eli speeds up, and I feel my climax getting closer as the feeling inside me builds, as he repeatedly thrusts into me, smashing against my G-spot.
My legs tighten around his waist, and I feel my orgasm crash over me violently, in waves, making me cry out.
The heat subsides, and my walls flutter around his hard length, coating his cock in my juices as he slows his movements, letting me ride out my orgasm.
My breathing hastens as I try to catch my breath when he suddenly pulls out and lets my wrists go before flipping me over. He grips my hips, pulling my ass into the air, his hand going to the center of my back as he shoves me down.