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“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.”