Chapter 7 Sybil
Sybil
“You’re being a little too honest.”
He scoffs, stepping into the shower, pushing my hands away when they reach for the conditioner. He squeezes a glob into his palm, then works it through the ends of my hair, moving on to the body wash without trying to rinse it out.
Sometimes, I forget that he was married. It’s clear, though, that Eli knows how to care for a woman. I’m on cloud nine knowing it’s me that he’s caring for.
“You’ve always been a knock-out, Sibby. I just never saw it as more. Now that I’m looking, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “By all means.” I tip my head at him. I’d spread my arms out, maybe even give him a twirl, if this shower wasn’t the size of a linen closet.
“Next time…” His hand slips between my legs, fingers ghosting over my clit. “We’re going to my house.”
“Next time?” I gasp as his fingers explore me again, slipping through my core.
“Yeah, next time. I told you at the park. I’d kiss you in the water, if you promised it wouldn’t be the last time.”
“Most people tell you not to give it up on the first date. They say that guys’ll lose interest.” I peer at him through my lashes, holding my breath.
“Not gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.” His hand moves further back, cleaning my backside, one finger ghosting between my cheeks. I groan, gripping his forearms, my nails biting into his skin. “You like that, Sibby?”
“Mmm.” I hum.
“Have you played here before?” He circles around my rim, the tip of his finger pressing in.
“Yes,” I breathe. “With toys.”
He gives me a feral smirk. “Can I be the first then?”
“Y—yes.” I’m panting by the time he turns me around, bending me into the spray, with one strong hand gripping my hip, and the other rubbing circles on my low back.
“Can I fuck you like this? I’ll pull out.”
“Yes.” I gulp. “I’m on the—” I can’t form the words. Thoughts evaporate when I feel the head of his cock notch at my entrance. The sensation of feeling him—all of him—is too much.
“You’re on birth control?” He stills behind me.
“Yes.” I manage, nodding vigorously.
“Such a good girl. Aren’t you, Sibby?” He presses in further, his hand slipping lower on my back, one finger circling my hole again. “You sure? I don’t have to.”
“I’m good,” I mumble. The words barely escape me as I focus on gripping the faucet so I don’t fall over. The last thing I need to do is try to explain to my brother and friends how I busted my face after my blind-date photo shoot.
Eli draws out to the tip, slamming back into me as a finger slips inside my ass. I choke on a cry when the fullness catches me off guard.
“You’re doing so good, Baby.” He times his thrusts, matching the pace with his hand and cock. Just when I think it’s too much, he switches, alternating between both. “Can you touch yourself? I won’t let you fall.”
“Hrngh.” A nonsensical noise escapes me. One hand releases its white-knuckle grip on the faucet to slip between my legs. The first contact with my clit nearly sends me to my knees. Eli’s arm bands around my hips, keeping me upright.
“I can’t!” I cry, putting my hand back on the faucet.
Pausing behind me, he takes my hand and presses my finger into my clit. Then his arm comes back around my waist. “You can do it. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well. Look how well you take me.”
He slides out, slow and torturous, slamming back in to resume the same brutal pace as before.
I peer over my shoulder, watching him between my legs, his finger plunging in and out of me.
The image is too much—too fucking good. Instinct has me pressing a finger to my clit, setting off the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.
Thank God he’s holding me. I would have absolutely ended up on my face. Eli’s pace becomes erratic, our skin slaps together as he pounds into me. He pulls out of both holes, leaving me empty. His hold on my hips tightens as he finishes on my ass. Hot sticky cum coats my cheeks.
My chest heaves as I try to collect myself, resting my face on the cool plastic wall of the shower. I feel like I’m spinning. My brain is fuzzy, fingertips tingling like I’m not getting enough oxygen in. Holy fuck, I have never had sex like this.
The spray of the shower grows tepid on my skin. But I’m still boiling hot.
Eli washes my body again, before he pecks a kiss to my lips and steals the water for himself.
I watch him, content to lean against the shower wall, I memorize the way his muscles flex and contract.
He’s tall—nearly as tall as my brother and dad.
Broad shoulders taper down to a cut waist. His abs are not exactly a washboard, but they’re there.
I give up fighting the urge to touch him. Letting my hands wander as he washes, his eyes brighten. A heat fills them when they meet mine.
“Come home with me,” he whispers.
“Eli…” I warn, shaking my head.
Sleeping with him is one thing. Staying over at his place, with Tucker? That’s different. That’s dangerous. Permanent.
“If you’re worried about Tucker, you can pretend to leave at bedtime. Takes me ten minutes to get him down, and then you can sneak back in. Hide in my room in the morning. He doesn’t have to know you stayed if you don’t want him to.”
“You can’t seriously want me to, can you?”
“Of course I can. Tucker loves you.” Eli shuts the water off, reaching a hand to grab towels off the rack. One is usually reserved for my hair, but I suppose I can share with him. I step out of the shower, toes curling into my shaggy bathmat.
“Exactly. I don’t want to confuse him.”
“What’s confusing?” He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“You’re being obtuse. I haven’t seen you date anyone since—” I catch myself. “In a long time. I’m not sure zero to one hundred is what the two of you need.”
“I say what we need.” He backs me into the counter, caging me with his arms. “And I say, you’re exactly what we need. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I never saw it before.”
“Eli—”
“Please, Sibyl. Stay the night with me. I don’t—” His gaze darts over my shoulder, glancing back to meet mine. “I don’t want to be alone again, not tonight.”
I puff a breath out, already knowing I won’t say no. “Fine, but I’m pretending to leave. It’s too new, and God, what if something happened? I can’t lose Tucker because we have a falling out.”
“I would never keep him from you. You’re his family.”
“I know, but he’s your biggest fan. If Tucker thought you were avoiding me, he wouldn’t push you to see me.”
He shoves off the counter, standing to his full height. “You’re right. We can wait. He doesn’t need to know right away.”
“Thank you.” I press onto my tiptoes, kissing his cheek before I head back to my room. “I might have an old pair of Kellan’s pants in here.”
“Thank God.” He picks me up, tossing me onto the bed. He bounces over me, fingers digging into my sides as he assaults me with tickles.
“Stop,” I squeal, gasping for breath by the time he relents. “You asshole.” I smack his shoulder, grinning.
“Let’s get home, pretty girl.” Eli presses a kiss to my lips, then shoves off the bed, on a mission to help me find something large enough to fit him.