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FOURTEEN

ELI

I see Becca and my mind is lost.

Like usual, everything fades away but her until I can’t think straight. She’s been dancing on that kid Jeremy when she should be dancing on me . I tried to ignore her and put my focus on the girl who’s within my reach, but looking at Sarah after soaking in Becca is like trying to see after staring into the sun.

When I see her storm off from the bar, I follow her down the hallway. I know it’s wrong. I know what will happen the second I get her alone, but I’m so far past the point of caring. My need for her is absolute, and right now it’s making me want to say screw the consequences.

It doesn’t matter that we’re in a dirty restroom in the back of a club. I couldn’t care less about the people we both have waiting for us.

She’s fire.

Absolutely wild.

But I love the way she burns.

I grip her waist tight, her tongue caressing mine with a softness I didn’t expect, and I turn us slightly, slamming her against the wall, kissing her deeper. Those mile-long legs wrap around my waist, and I groan, pressing into her center. She rotates her hips, grinding against me, working me through the fabric and goddamn it feels amazing. My lips break away from hers, trailing kisses down her cheek.

“I didn’t take you for the soft and sweet type,” she pants.

Annoyance flickers at that fucking mouth, and my hand grasps her throat. “You’ll take it any way I decide to give it to you, baby girl.”

She tries to respond but my grip tightens, squeezing hard enough to feel her heart race under my palm.

Her head tilts back as she lets out a moan.

“You don’t like soft and sweet? How do you want me, then? Do you want me here?” My thumb presses into her lip. “Want me to choke you with my cock until tears stream down that pretty face?”

Her legs tighten around my waist, eyes flaring.

I move my free hand lower, tracing her collarbone, fingers dipping into her sinful cleavage. “Or maybe here? Want to get on your knees like a good girl, and let me paint these perfect tits with my cum?”

“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” she breathes.

Chuckling, my hand cups her breast before continuing my path down.

Reaching under her dress, I slip into her lace underwear, dragging my fingers through her slick pussy. “Here?”

She sucks in a breath, her wild curls mashing against the wall as she pushes into my hand. My dick is leaking like crazy, pulsing with every word I say. I need to fuck her so bad.

I dip my fingertips inside her, just slightly, before sweeping up to rub against her clit. She’s soaked, and the way it’s drenching my hand makes me want to sink to my knees and slam my mouth over her cunt. “Is this all for me?”

“God, Eli. Just fuck me already.”

“Damn, you’re pretty when you beg.”

Smirking, her legs unwind from around me, her hand diving into my pants, fingers circling my cock, and I grunt from the sudden touch.

“Not as pretty as you’ll be,” she says, working me with one hand while the other unzips my slacks.

She pushes them down along with my boxers until my thick erection bobs between us. I glance down, growing dizzy from want at the sight of Becca’s hand on me. Lifting my face to the ceiling, I try to think of something to calm me down because, fuck , I need to regain some damn control.

“What’s the matter, baby , cat got your tongue?” Becca teases.

My nostrils flare as she twists her hand around my tip. “Just letting you have your fun.”

“Seems to me like you’re all talk. What happened to the big, bad Eli from a few seconds ago?”

Her words stoke the flames in the pit of my stomach, and I shove her back, my hands gripping under her ass and lifting, setting her on the edge of the counter. She spreads her legs, moving her underwear to the side, her pretty, pink pussy exposed for my viewing pleasure.

I grip myself, stroking lewdly, sparks igniting in my pelvis from having her eyes on me. From knowing she likes it.

She opens her mouth to speak but my hand slaps over it, muffling her words. “I’ve had about enough of that mouth of yours.”

I line myself up and slam inside her. She moans, the sound vibrating my palm.

There is no tenderness here.

No taking our time.

This isn’t making love.

My thrusts are deep and hard, our hips smacking on each forward movement. Sweat beads along my brow, and I watch as it drips onto her skin.

“You like the way I feel inside you?”

She wraps her hands around my wrist and pulls, placing my fingers back on her throat, and arousal spears through me like a lightning bolt, my hips jerking out of rhythm.

My other hand tangles in that fiery hair, elongating her neck as I pull, and I suck her earlobe in between my teeth. “Tell me how you want it.”

Becca leans up, her tongue licking the sweat off my neck. “With you desperate and needy.”

My thrusts increase in speed, tightness coiling deep in my gut. “I’ve been desperate since the moment I saw you, baby girl.”

She pushes me back, hopping off the counter.

My dick weeps at the loss of her warmth.

Flipping around, she bends over, sliding her panties down her legs. “Then maybe you should show me what desperation feels like.”

Seeing her ass bare and her legs spread sends desire flooding through me. I step into her, my tip sliding through her lips and bumping against her swollen clit, torturing us both.

“Not until you tell me,” I whisper.

Our eyes lock in the mirror.

My chest swells at the knowledge that, in this moment, she’s mine.

“I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.” She hesitates. “And then I don’t want it to ever happen again.”

My heart squeezes at her words, but I ignore the ache.

She’s right, after all. This can’t go on after tonight.

I slide back inside her, her walls contracting around every single inch of me, and I pick up the same deep, fast pace as before, a new type of rashness filling the air with the knowledge this will be the only time I get to feel her like this.

My palm lands harshly on her cheek, her ass jiggling, the smack resounding in the air.

“God. Yes. Do it again,” she moans.

“You need to be punished, Rebecca? For that insolent fuckin’ mouth of yours?”

I smack her harder. Heat simmers in my groin as I stare at the pink imprint of my hand. She mewls, her pussy fluttering, and I know she’s close to exploding. I reach around, palming her tit, my lips next to her ear. “Come for me, baby girl.”

She does.

Immediately.

Like she was waiting for me to say the words.

My eyes snap to her face in the mirror, needing to see my effect on her. It’s a thing of beauty, watching her fall apart on my dick. She bites her hand to stifle her scream, and the sight of her in the throes of orgasm pushes me over the edge. My balls draw up tight, exploding violently, pumping my load deep inside her, blackness rimming the edges of my vision and stars dotting behind my eyes.

I collapse on top of her, panting, the aftershocks of my orgasm tingling through my body.

Knock. Knock.

“Hey, hurry the fuck up! You’ve been in there forever!”

Becca’s eyes widen as they meet my reflection, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. She giggles. It’s infectious and I can’t help but laugh, my forehead resting against the small of her back.

Christ. This girl makes me crazy.

I wish I could keep her.