Chapter 17 #2
I hear the flick of the pocket knife as I look over, eyes wide now, and he brings it up, the fabric of my shirt tearing against it until it opens for him.
Cupping my breast in one hand before his lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks it into his mouth.
My back arching, giving him better access as I continue to move my hips, and he slides inside me.
Looking up at me, he growls before his hands grip onto my hips and he’s thrusting up into me, hard, completely filling me. Making me groan out.
He continues his onslaught on my pussy, gripping tighter onto my hips as he slams me down, impaling me on his cock. Each time, forcing out a whimper. Releasing my hips but only to move one hand to my clit, pinching it between his fingers and wrapping the other one around my throat.
“Oh, fuck.” I cry out, feeling my walls tightening around him.
“Goddamn,” he groans again. “You’re fucking choking my cock. You feel so fucking good.” He slams up into me, using the grip on my throat to pull me down, meeting him with more force. Pulling my face to look at him, he smirks. “That’s right, baby. Come undone. Let me feel you lose control.”
Somehow, that’s all I need to hear before I’m exploding around him.
“Fuck yes.” He groans out, his head rolling back again.
“Eli.” His name falls from my lips in a moan, and his eyes come up, looking at me, softening, and I see the character completely falling from his face. My hands lose the bite of the metal against them as I feel the handle freed from the cradle before the other follows.
My arms slide around his neck, pulling us closer together, and I keep riding him. He continues to slam into me.
“Fuck,” he whispers to me as his lips find mine and the passion erupts from him. His tongue slides into my mouth. Pressing back against him before I pull back.
The smile pulls on his face, not the mischievous one like earlier, but a softer one.
His hips slam up into mine again, before slowing for a moment.
“Eli,” I whisper, wanting to say something that’s stuck just behind my teeth.
“I love you, Sketch.” He whispers to me, taking my breath away.
“I still hate that fucking name.” I choke out over the lump.
It causes a grin to spread wide across his face before a laugh falls out.
“I know.” He laughs a second time before I send an evil grin back and push up onto my feet, using them as I bounce on his cock.
“Holy fuck.” He groans out, tossing his head back as I move faster over him, feeling his hands tightening, one on my hip and one coming back up, wrapping around my throat. I can feel how close he’s coming to his release as his hands grab tighter onto me. His head falls back against the seat again.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me to him as he slams his cock inside me to the hilt. My convulsions consuming me, as I feel him twitching inside me as he releases.
I slowly let myself sink back onto my knees as I pull back, fractionally, and looking at him. His head’s still laid against the seat.
“I love you too.” I finally tell him, causing his head to shoot up, eyes wide, looking at me, grabbing the back of head and slamming a kiss to my lips.
* * *
We lie motionless for longer than we should. On the side of the road, in his police cruiser, with my shirt cut open and his cock still inside of me.
He laughs as he looks at me.
“Were you heading home?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Well, it’s kind of obvious what just went on. You have freshly fucked hair, a shirt that’s obviously cut open, and…” he trails off.
“And what?” I glare back at him.
“And you’re gonna end up with my cum dripping down your thighs.” His eyes light up as we both feel me clench down around him. “You like the sound of that?”
Nodding my head, he laughs again. “God, you’re so sexy.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” I tilt my head.
“I’m off for the day. I was getting ready to call you when I saw you drive past and all I could think is, It’s too fucking good.”
Lifting myself off him, we both whimper out as he falls from inside me. I watch him as he puts himself away and have to stop myself from biting my lip.
Sliding to the door, he pushes against it, and the door budges an inch before stopping.
“Shit,” he mutters, looking back at me.
“What?”
“It — it latched.”
“What?”
“I kept it cracked, but apparently someone moved the car enough...” He laughs, shaking his head.
“How is this funny?”
“Come on, Sketch, it’s kind of funny.”
“How are we gonna get out?”
“You could call Low.”
“My phone’s in my car…”
“Okay, I got it.” He laughs again, nodding his head as he pulls his phone out, pressing on the screen.
“Hey.” He says into it. “Yeah… if I drop a pin, can you do me a favor?” he laughs again.
“Look, it’s best if you don’t ask any questions.
Thanks, man.” He ends the call, taps a couple more times, and then looks at me.
Sitting in the car in silence now, Eli reaches over, pulling me to his side. We sit in a weird silence, not because it’s awkward, but quite the opposite.
“You never told me why…”
He says nothing, just gives me a confused look.
“Sketch?”
“Oh,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Cause I was like 10 and thought I was clever.”
It’s my turn to give him a confused look.
“Drew… draw… Sketch. You see how I got there?”
Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh loudly as he says it. “You’re an idiot.”
“Probably.” He just shrugs.