Chapter 22
REESE
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say, a few moments later. Though I don’t regret the bold suggestion, because Eli’s lit up like a Christmas tree, not a trace of his bad mood anywhere.
“Oh I can,” Eli says. In only a minute since we left the kitchen, he’s put on extremely dated party music, which has me bent over laughing, then dimmed the lights. Finally, he dramatically swept everything off his dining room table.
Which, granted, looked to be just a stack of mail, but still made me cry tears of laughter. “Stop!”
But a moment later, we’re standing next to the table, a few feet apart, each waiting for the other to call our bluffs.
The song switches over to a song considerably sexier than the last.
“Okay, well, I need to warm up first.” I pick up one of the tequila glasses, which we set down on the end table with the lime juice bottle before setting up the room. “Where’s your salt?”
“Right here.” Eli bends down and picks the saltshaker off the floor. This makes me laugh again, but I take it from him, trying not to shiver at the brush of his fingers against mine as he passes it to me.
I don’t break eye contact as I lick the top of my hand holding the tequila glass. I sprinkle salt on it, hesitate, then lick that off next, going slower this time.
Eli makes a grumbling sort of sound, his eyes on my tongue.
I toss back my tequila, wincing at the burn.
Then I squirt the concentrated lime juice in my mouth right after, which doesn’t really help.
I make a face. “Blech. I remember why I don’t drink this.”
“Not even margaritas?”
I bite my lip. “Okay, except those.”
He grins, then throws his tequila back. He doesn’t even blink. “Delicious.”
“You forgot the salt and the lime!”
“Right.” He takes the lime juice from me and does a shot of that too. “UGH!” he exclaims, puckering harder than I did with the tequila.
“Oh my God, Eli!” I say, nearly wheezing.
“That’s torture!” he says, gagging.
“You want to stop?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then meets my eye. “Not a chance.”
I’m warmed up now, edging on tipsy. So I set my glass down on the end table again and without pausing, slip my arms into my shirt and pull it over my head.
“Fuck,” Eli says. “Reese…”
I wore a black lace bra tonight, rather than my usual sports bra I wear for work. I also showered and shaved and put on a few drops of perfume I haven’t touched in years.
I knew what I was coming over here for.
“You sure this table is going to hold me?”
“Yes. Restoration Hardware.”
I laugh, but before I can finish, Eli’s there, his hands sliding onto my bare waist. He’s so close I can smell him, the heady mix of his clean laundry-Eli scent and the tequila making me want to drop the rest of my clothes, body shot be damned.
I rest my arms on his shoulders, and he bends his neck, taking my lips with his.
The heat I felt before is fire now, roaring through my veins. His tongue searches me, flicking across the roof of my mouth in a way that only makes me think of how it would feel lower.
I whimper when he breaks the kiss, but I don’t resist as his hand slides up my back, and he tips me back onto the table.
The strains of some sensual lo-fi song comes through his speaker, and a shiver goes through me at the contrast of the cold table at my back and the heat burning inside me.
“On the show everyone’s wearing far less clothing,” he says, and before I know what’s happening, I tip my face up to see Eli’s slipped his tie off, then his shirt, in one quick pull over his head.
Heat surges between my legs at both the thought and the sight of him standing there, his hard body straight-up sex appeal in male form. His torso is ridged all the way down to that tight V that disappears into the waist of his sexy-as-fuck suit pants.
“You need to go shirtless more often,” I say.
Eli grins. His biceps flex as he brings his arms forward, toward the button on my jeans. “And you’re still wearing too many clothes for the beach.”
I gasp as he flicks open the button, grazing his fingers over my stomach. He hooks his fingers in and tugs softly, pulling my jeans down and off so I’m lying on his kitchen table in my matching bra and underwear.
I know full well the lacy panties are see-through, and I don’t miss the way Eli’s eyes linger on the triangle there, his tongue darting from his mouth like he wants to taste me.
“Eli,” I whisper.
But he puts his finger up to his lips. “I need to remember all the steps.”
But I know he’s not thinking about tequila as he draws his fingertips from my knees, which are at the edge of the table, up my thighs, gently nudging my legs open like he did on the counter. He stands between them, his hands spread on my stomach.
“Part of me wants to just pull these panties aside,” he rasps, “and fuck you right now.”
I groan, as he brings a hand down to the elastic leg of my underwear, sliding his fingers inside so his knuckles run along the sensitive skin of my mound. His fingers go lower, until they dip just along my opening. He sucks his teeth. “Especially since you’re so wet for me already.”
“Okay,” I say, finding myself wantonly trying to slide down the table, to urge his fingers between the lips of my pussy.
But he withdraws his hand.
I groan, closing my eyes. “Eli, please.”
“I think I can make you wetter.”
He reaches behind my calves and pulls me toward him so my ass is now at the edge of the table. Then he draws an appraising eye along my body, from my eyes down to where I know my drenched panties are leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Where am I supposed to lick you again?” he asks innocently.
“Here,” I say helpfully, sliding my hands down my body to my inner thighs, opening my legs up wider for him.
Eli actually growls then, but instead of obliging me, he bends down and grabs his tie.
I gasp. “What are you going to do with that?”
“I’m going to keep you from trying to derail me.
” He walks around to the other side of the table so he’s standing over me.
Then he leans over, low enough the hair of his treasure trail tickles my nose.
I tip my chin up to surprise him with a kiss, and he makes a grunting sound as he takes my wrists and pulls them up over my head.
“Eli!” I moan as he weaves his tie around them, pulling them tight enough I can’t slip loose, though I’m not affixed to anything.
A moment later Eli’s walking back around to where he was. He’s picked up the tequila too. He leans over me, so his elbows are on either side of my waist.
Then he pours half the tequila onto my belly.
I gasp at the chill of cool liquid on my skin. “No salt?”
“Not where this tongue is going next.”
Then Eli Dunham has his mouth on my stomach, his tongue darting into my belly button to lap up every last drop of the tequila.
I’m moaning, now writhing under him. His chest is pressed against my pussy, and I try to pulse against him, needing the pressure. But he gets back up, propping himself up with one hand. “Open,” he says. “You’re going to swallow this just like you swallowed my cum.”
I groan once more at his words, but I’m powerless not to obey.
I open my mouth and keep my eyes on him as he pours the last of his glass into my mouth.
I swallow, relishing the burn this time.
Relishing the look, too, in his eyes as I lick my lips, knowing we’re both thinking about the other day in my office.
When I was on my knees for him.
He bends down and kisses me again, this time his tongue pulses in my mouth in a desperate, hungry thrust.
“I want you, Eli,” I breathe when he pulls back. “I want you now, inside of me.” I want him so badly I know I can come with his cock inside of me.
But Eli only pops his jaw. “I’m not done yet.
” Then he abruptly wanders back to the kitchen.
I hear the click of metal and see his pants drop as he does.
He steps out of them casually, then his shorts, and now I’m treated to a delicious view of his tight ass as he reaches for the tequila. When he turns around, I curse out loud.
“Fuck, Eli.”
His dick is full and thick and hard, the tip glossy.
He knows his effect on me, because for a moment, he just stands there, letting me ogle him. “Your cock is gorgeous, you know that?” I say. “I didn’t think I’d ever say that, but yours is.”
He rests one of his arms up on the doorframe, letting me stare. “I’ll tell you what’s gorgeous.” He takes a swig of tequila. “Reese Franco, laid out on my dinner table like a goddamned feast.”
Then he seems to consider. “Except you’re still wearing too many clothes.” He’s next to me again in a heartbeat, setting the bottle down next to me. He doesn’t even bother unclasping my bra; just tugs it up and over my head so it joins his tie at my wrists.
Then he’s walking around the other side, where he hooks his hands in my panties. I bite my lip as he tugs them down, dropping them to the floor.
“There.” Eli appraises me once again. I know he likes what he sees because his dick jumps as I writhe, making my breasts sway for him. “Reese,” he warns, his hand drifting down to grasp himself.
“Eli, please,” I beg. I can feel my wetness on my inner thighs now. My body is actually aching for him, my pussy pulsing. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I can’t stop the honesty spilling from my lips. Not now. “I wanted you so badly in my office, Eli, I wanted you to tell me you were going to flip me over the end of my couch and fuck me right there. It was wrong, Eli, it—”
“It wasn’t wrong,” he rasps. “Jesus, Reese, you think you’re alone in this? Do you know how many times I’ve had to jack off since you took my cock like that?” As if to demonstrate, he gives his cock a stroke.
I whimper, licking my lips. “I want it again.”
“Not yet.” Eli lets go of his cock and picks up the bottle.
“You’re going to get too drunk to fuck me.”
He grins. “Not a fucking chance. I just want one more shot, anyway.”
Then Eli dribbles tequila over my chest. My nipples pucker at the shock, but not as hard as they get as he sets the bottle down with a clink on the table, then dips his head down and tongues the alcohol off them.
I’m moaning without thinking as he lavishes my breasts. He’s meticulous, his tongue sliding everywhere, catching every last drop, sliding up each breast before swirling the tip around my nipple. “Yes,” I breathe. “Suck on my tits, Eli, please.”
He snarls like an animal before coming around over my head again and kissing me upside down, the tequila taste still on his tongue.
“I like it when you tell me what you want,” he says when he breaks the kiss.
He’s upside down for me, and when he stands again, his dick sways over me.
I lift my head up, trying to reach it with my mouth, but he pulls it away. “But I like making you wait, too.”
“You like teasing me with that fat cock,” I say. Then before he can stop me, I reach for it with my bound wrists. I can still stroke it like this. I can still run my thumbs over the slick tip, then bring my hands to my mouth, licking his precum off my fingers as he watches.
“Fuck, Reese,” he says. I can tell he’s close to breaking.
I reach for him again, only this time as I stroke him, he bends over me, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Yes!” I moan as he pulls at it with his lips and then a gentle clench of his teeth, which makes me shriek with need.
“More!” I gasp, angling my other breast to him. I draw my hands up his hard shaft at the same time, inching myself toward it until my head is tipping off the table and he’s right there, within reach.
“Fuck, Reese!” he says as I capture his dick in my mouth. I suck him greedily, arching my back on the table. I don’t know how long I can stay like this, blood rushing to my head, but I also don’t want to stop.
Eli doesn’t fight me now; he fucks my face like he did before, only this time, he leans forward and grasps my thighs, pulling my legs open and dropping his mouth onto my pussy.
I seize at the pleasure rocketing through me, worrying in a panic I’m going to come instantly. But I’m gagging deliciously too at his cock pulsing in my mouth. At his balls brushing my face as he sinks all the way into me.
The feeling of his tongue swirling around my clit at the same time as he takes me like this is too much though, and I feel myself throbbing, pulsing, reaching the edge as I buck myself into his face.
Until suddenly, he pulls away completely.
“What?!” I gasp as the shock of his absence has me almost in tears.
But Eli’s jaw is clenched as he gently repositions me so my head’s back on the table. He unties his tie next, releasing my hands from their binding.
“Don’t worry, Reese,” he rasps. “I’m going to make you come.”
He bends down, and there’s a crinkling sound as he reaches into his pants on the floor. “I just want you to do it first,” he says as he rolls the condom onto his slick cock. “And I want you to look at me while I bury my cock inside of you.”
“Yes,” is all I manage. I’m up on my elbows now, and Eli’s in front of me, positioning himself between my legs. “I need to fuck the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. That sound good, baby?”
I melt at the word. So simple, but so soft. “Yes,” I say again. “Let me show you how I can come for you.”
Eli closes his eyes as if for strength, then he has one hand behind my neck again, lifting me up so I’m sitting.
His other hand grips his cock. He teases my opening before kissing me so tenderly a tear does escape, rolling down my cheek.
When he breaks the kiss, concern is etched across his features. “What’s wrong?”
The sudden soft turn he takes has me so filled with warmth for this man, I know I’m lost. I know in that moment I never did fully recover from him. Some part of me kept burning under that anger, under everything else that happened.
“Nothing’s wrong, Eli. I need you now.”
He looks me in the eye as he slides inside of me, both of us going slack-jawed at the feel of him filling me so perfectly.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling out before thrusting in again. He’s gentle at first, then less so. But his eyes never leave mine. His gaze never breaks as his thrusting increases, as he’s slamming into me so hard the table’s lurching in chirps across the floor.
Then I’m screaming his name, my pussy clenching over him as he brings a hand to my mouth to muffle the sound, his eyes going up to the ceiling, reminding me we’re not fully alone here.
But then his hand is low again, his thumb on my clit, and it only takes a moment before it’s too late. I’m too far gone. I’m coming so hard I’m shuddering, my lips so tight between my teeth to keep from screaming I taste blood.
I feel Eli come then, right on my heels. He was waiting for me, I know, but he’s here now pulling my sweat-slicked body to his as he comes hard inside of me, gasping, choking, whispering my name against my hair.