Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
From the EmEli WhatsApp group (members: Sadie Stewart, Leo Mills, Dean Gastright)
Sadie Stewart: THEY’RE SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sadie Stewart: The way they look at each other… I can’t EVEN
Dean Gastright: Yeah, it’s awesome :)
Dean Gastright: Really pleased for them
Sadie Stewart: [GIF of Buddy the Elf jumping up and down in excitement]
Sadie Stewart: Hey Leo
Sadie Stewart: Leo
Sadie Stewart: ....?
Sadie Stewart: LEO
Leo Mills: yeah
Sadie Stewart: Were you OK tonight?
Leo Mills: Sure, why
Sadie Stewart: I dunno, you seemed pretty hyper
Sadie Stewart: Just wanted to check
Leo Mills: I’m fine
Sadie Stewart: OK
Sadie Stewart: As long as you are
Leo Mills: [Thumbs up emoji]
Dean Gastright: I really think he’s fine, don’t worry x
Sadie Stewart: Hope so. He seemed a bit OTT tonight. Or was it just me?xoxo
Dean: It wasn’t just you. I think maybe he was just tired and overcompensating. I think he’s had a few late nights.x
Sadie: Ah, OK. As long as that’s all that is. I don’t like the idea of him NOT being ok xoxo
Dean: Don’t worry, he’s fine.x
Sadie: Cool. While I think about it, Tim said one of his colleagues at the university wants a first tattoo, and it’s writing based, so I passed your details on.xoxo
Dean: Cool, thanks x
Sadie: No probs. She’s not going to be available for a few weeks or months, so it’s not a straight away dealie. Apparently she’s a little 'quirky', so be prepared lol xoxo
Dean: OK :) I consider myself forewarned lol x
Eli Gastright: So I just checked Netflix and the entirety of Star Trek is on there. I’ve caught the odd episode here and there before now, but never a complete series. Where do I need to begin? The original, or…? Xx
Emily Cole: [Heart eyes emoji]
Emily: You’re gonna watch Star Trek for me? Xx
Eli: Of course. I need to catch up so I know who to cosplay as when I take you to a Star Trek convention someday xx
Emily: That’s so sweet!!!!!! Um...start with TNG. This is a big old commitment, are you sure you want to? Xx
Eli: Sure. I mean, it’ll take me a while, so gimme a chance to plow through it, but yeah, absolutely. It’s important to you. Xx
Emily: They really have the whole thing on Netflix? Xx
Eli: Yeah, the Original Series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, and Discovery xx
Emily: THEY HAVE DISCOVERY [Open mouthed emoji]
Eli: Yep xx
Emily: Yay, I haven’t seen that yet! Xx
Eli: OK, I take it you don’t have Netflix xx
Emily: No, sadly xx
Eli: You can have my login if you want, but better yet, we can watch it together at my place :) xx
Emily: I am so in xx
Eli: [Big grin emoji] xx
Emily: Thank you xxxxxxxxxx
Eli: No problem, especially if I can pick those kisses up in person sometime [wink emoji] xxxxxxxxxxxx
Emily: You betcha [wink emoji] xx
Eli: Good. Now, what are you wearing?xx
Emily: LOL really xx
Eli: Yep, I’m going there lol xx
Emily: Well, honestly, I’m tucked up in bed right now, and I only ever wear knickers to bed, so… [wink emoji] xx
Eli: Chere [fire emoji x 10] what are you doing to me xxxxx
Emily: Hehe I love when you call me chere xx
Eli: You are my chere, toujou xx
Emily: Toujou?xx
Eli: Means always in N'awlins-ese xx
Emily: [Heart eyes emoji] xx
Eli: So these panties… I’m thinking a barely there wisp of lace, yeah? Xxx
Emily: Mmhmm. They may even be a trick of the light lol [wink emoji] xxx
Eli: unnnnnnnnnnfffffffff
Emily: LOL
Emily: How about you? Xx
Eli: Yeah, same, flimsy lace lol [wink emoji] xx
Emily: LOL xxx
Eli: Nah, I’m just getting into bed. Standard issue black boxers xx
Emily: Boxers or briefs? Xx
Eli: Now you mention it, briefs xx
Emily: unnnnnnnnnnnnnffffffffffffffffff
Eli: Lol my girl likes briefs, then? *mental note* xx
Emily: Hell yeah. Especially on you. Xx
Eli: Shucks, ma’am xx
Eli: What are you doing xx
Emily: Texting my boyfriend [wink emoji] xx
Eli: I love when you call me that [heart eyes emoji] but what else xx
Emily: Thinking about how nice it would be if he was here with me xx
Eli: Baby me too xx
Eli: Wanna have a little fun? [wink emoji] xx
Emily: YES xx
Eli: Lol OK then. I’ve never sexted before. Be gentle as you pop my cherry [wink emoji] xx
Emily: Ugh you are TOO HOT FOR WORDS xx
Eli: LOL well thank you xx
Emily: Seriously, I’m probably going to burst into flames [fire emoji] xx
Eli: Well, you ARE crazy hot xx
Emily: [blushing emoji]
Eli: And if I was there I would definitely be running kisses down your neck round about now xx
Emily: That’s pretty much going to have me in a pile of horniness at your feet - my neck is one of my zones [wink emoji] xx
Eli: Noted xx
Emily: Hehe xx
Eli: So what else is a zone for you? Might as well ask in advance [wink emoji] xx
Emily: Lots of things where you’re concerned. It’s not a zone as such, but I love your voice, for example. Xx
Eli: My voice? Really? Xx
Emily: Absolutely. That accent of yours drives me wild. Xx
Emily
My phone rings within seconds.
I giggle as I answer. “Yes?”
“That being the case, I thought maybe we could move from sexting to phone sex,” he rumbles in my ear, definitely exaggerating the Cajun drawl somewhat. It sends a pulse of warmth straight to my pussy.
Oh boy. Things are definitely hotting up.
“Sounds good to me,” I purr. In spite of everything, sex is an area in which I’ve always enjoyed a certain level of confidence.
I love sex. I always have, and I’m good at it.
Lying here right now, almost naked, talking to the sexiest man I have ever known, is making me feel seriously good.
Powerful. Turned on. This is me in my element.
I stretch, luxuriating in how good it feels, and let out a sigh of contentment.
“Hmmmm,” he growls, “what are you doing to make that sort of sound?”
I grin. “Just a stretch,” I sigh again to tease him a little. “Felt really good.”
He makes another feral noise, and I giggle. “Man, just thinking of that gorgeous body of yours stretched out in front of me...god, baby, that’d be fan fuckin’ tastic right now.”
“You think my body is gorgeous?” I hate self-doubt, but it is so unbelievably good to be with a man who apparently likes my body after years of Gav’s derision that I can’t get enough of Eli’s admiration.
“Fuck yeah. I can’t look at you for too long while we’re at work or I get hard.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe, imagining his cock lengthening and hardening for me.
I’ve felt the indisputable evidence of his arousal pressed up and ground against me when we’ve kissed previously, and it feels amazing even through his clothes.
Just tonight, for example, he had me pressed so tightly up against him when he kissed me goodnight that I swear I felt him throb against my mound through his jeans.
I can’t wait to feel him bare, to run my hands, my lips, my tongue over his cock, to drive him as wild as he’s making me.
I want to make him crazy. Throbbing, restless, eyes-rolling-backwards crazy.
Each careful step we're taking is making us hotter and hotter for each other, and I spent most of today weak kneed and needful.
His breath comes a little faster. “Are you touching yourself?” I ask him.
“Mmhmm,” he sighs, and my clit jumps at the thought.
“Jesus,” I mutter, running my hand over my breast so I can tweak my nipple. It sends a spark through me, and my pussy throbs. I wish so badly that I was there to see it. Watching my men masturbate has always gotten me hot in the past. Watching Eli do it will incinerate me. “How does it feel?”
“Fucking aches,” he grunts, sounding like he’s speaking through gritted teeth, and I bite my lip in sympathy and yearning. Eli is painfully hard for me, and I want to be lying next to him so I can both ease his pleasurable suffering and torture him further. “Tell me you’re touching yourself, too.”
I place the phone to my other ear so my right hand can snake down into my lace briefs and feel myself.
Oh wow. I tease him with a soft grunt. “I am so wet,” I murmur to him, my breath catching as I start to rub my clit in firm circles with my middle finger the way I like.
It normally takes a little longer for me to become this slick and sensitive, but right now my whole body feels alive with tingles like static electricity.
Guess this is what happens when Eli Gastright is your boyfriend.
He groans, and I feel like an absolute queen for making this man, this particular man, weak for me.
“Someday soon, sweetheart, I am going to lick up every last drop of that honey of yours, and I’m gonna spend hours doin’ it.
I’m gonna make you dizzy.” He exhales, and it sounds like he’s shuddering. “I bet you taste so good…”
Oh my god.
Even the thought of his tongue on my pussy, smoothing and flicking and devouring me until I explode for him, is making me crazy. Receiving head is my kryptonite, and I can picture it so clearly that I can almost feel the wet sweep of his tongue in the exact right place.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and he’s not even in the same room as me. He’s mere streets away.
Why don’t I call a cab?
Why don’t I just open my front door and run to his flat?
But oh, blast it, I am enjoying this as it is. The tease of the so-close-and-yet-so-far quality to the phone sex. So I decide to be more Eli and just let it be, and not try to force things.
After all, it feels really, really good…
For long moments we carry on pleasuring ourselves, punctuating with quiet, feral grunts and shaky sighs and throaty words that spur us both on.
He tells me I’m beautiful, and the almost primitively sensual sounds he is making are pushing me closer to the edge.
I love it. I’m so glad he gives voice to how turned on he is.
It’s made me sad in the past when previous lovers have been silent.
I do so love to hear my partner’s enjoyment and appreciation, almost to fetishistic levels, and Eli’s deep, soft, tameless sounds are beautiful to me.
The noises I make become earthier, more honest, less delicate as the feeling builds and spreads mercilessly through me.
I groan because I simply cannot help it.
As I rub harder and faster, my flesh makes wet, dewy noises.
“I wish I was there,” I confess to him, hungry and needy, because shit that would be stupendous right about now.
“I just want to jump on you and...and...I want to be filled by you…” I gasp.
My orgasm is within fingertip reach, and I strain towards it.
He growls. “That’s it, chere. I want your legs wrapped around my hips.
I want your pussy clamped around me.” His voice is sounding breathless, like he’s struggling to talk through the erotic haze we are both in.
“I want those tits of yours in my mouth...while you grind into me…” His scorching words sound like they’re being torn from him. He sighs, and I am done for.
“I’m coming,” I manage to bite out, before my whole body tenses as tight as a harp string and my core just bursts with the fizziest, most electric pleasure I have ever known, throbbing and pulsing for longer than ever before.
I gasp and cry out and make the dirtiest moans, surprising myself with their guttural filthiness.
I am dimly aware of his gasping and groaning as his own climax breaks.
It’s the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life, and sharpens the last beats of my own release. I love the sound of a man coming.
Especially this man.
“Fucking hell, Em,” he sighs in my ear, coming down from the high. “That was...wow.”
“It sure was.” I have to admit, I was a little concerned that he wanted to take things slow because he wasn’t completely sure he was sexually into me or something. I grin to myself. Tonight has dispelled that notion entirely.
He lets out a long sigh. “I wish you were here so I could hold you,” he admits, and it makes my heart clench.
“Soon, yeah?” I murmur hopefully.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he agrees firmly. “Now that you're mine, it's a done deal as far as I'm concerned. Your nights of sleeping alone are numbered, so make the most of them.”
I hum happily. “I won’t miss it,” I assure him. “So...how are you feeling about the pace? I mean, is this OK?”
“This is fine, baby.” God, that Louisiana drawl just tickles me right in the clit every time, even now in the afterglow.
“I may want to pace us, but that definitely does not mean I wanna dawdle. But if you’re OK with it, I’d like to reach a point real soon where I sleep with you in my arms every night, whether at your place or mine.
It feels… I don't know, inevitable. And I don't want to put it off much longer. I want to wake up with you next to me every day. I want that to be my life.”
I shiver with pleasure at the idea. “Deal.”