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Thirty-One. Wet and needy

Vera

E ver since Elias got back, things have slowed the fuck down. I was worried Dhruv would resurface and make our lives hell, do a tell-all with some publication and throw Elias under the bus. But he’s pretty quiet. I try not to celebrate, but it’s hard not to feel a sense of accomplishment that we knocked the asshole down. The article finally lost some of its momentum, but I still deactivated my social media accounts. The last thing I need is someone commenting on a random photograph and everyone seeing it. I will never apologise for living my life the way I do, but if it’s going to affect Elias or our relationship in any way, I will not stand by and let it happen.

This morning, I gathered the entire Lucky Shot team into the conference room and opened up about my relationship with Elias. While it’s no longer a secret and I didn’t owe them an explanation, I wanted to come clean. Unsurprisingly, they were excited for me and offered to get me special content over the rest of the week. I politely refused, because as much as I love the work they’re doing, I do not want them annoying Elias by sticking themselves in his face constantly.

The Renegades are in hardcore training mode, prepping for whichever team makes it through the second qualifier later today. Rajasthan won against Bengaluru in the Eliminator two days ago, so they take on the Legends to see who gets to play Chennai on home soil at the finals. According to Elias, both teams are exceptional and worthy of all the stress. I believe they’re going to be absolutely fine.

Speaking of which, Tamara convinced Elias to get tickets for the Rajasthan versus Mumbai match this evening. My plan was to spend a quiet evening with my boyfriend before we were separated for the finals. I only ever wanted to be at Chepauk for the finals, but clearly I’m being ignored. Which is why I’m not surprised to find Elias, Bash and Samar at my newspaper-covered dining table doing arts and crafts. What the hell?

In my bedroom, Tamara’s pacing up and down and groans when she sees me.

“What did you do?”

“Ispentthenightwithpatrickanditwasthebestsexofmylife.”

All I heard was Patrick and sex , and now I’m really worried. “Slowly, with spaces.”

“I fucked Patrick. It was the best sex of my life.”

“How...”

“He’s so fucking hot, Vee. And my coochie remembers him even after all these years. She was totally in charge.”

“Oh my god. I thought you were going to talk ?”

She shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “We tried, but I’m so weak. He’s like an Indian Viking and it’s rude to be so beautiful. And I was thinking of this as a way to get him out of my system?”

“Did you?”

She blushes. “Four times.”

“Jesus, Tam.”

“It was so good I couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

I make a face. “Please spare me the details.”

“I got what I wanted and I don’t have to see him again.”

I roll my eyes, because nobody believes that. “Elias and I are together, so he’s going to be around.”

Tamara whines as a shadow appears in the doorway and we yelp.

“Lots of frustrated sounds coming from here. What happened?”

“Honey, what are you wearing?” I tilt my head at Elias’s getup.

A fake moustache is lopsided on his face and a bright pink Rajasthan Strikers jersey is paired with dark shorts. A backwards cap matches his jersey and hides his thick hair.

“Didn’t want to show up as ourselves to this match, so…disguises.”

“You look ridiculous,” my cousin forces out through her laughter and walks out of the room.

“Is it really that bad?” Elias asks and I shrug.

“Maybe not in a crowd of Strikers fans?”

He pulls off the moustache with a whimper as he sits. “Maybe. Tamara okay?”

“Oh yeah. How come Patrick’s not coming to the game?”

“Ah, she told you about their night.”

I gasp. “You knew?!”

“Obviously. Pat told me the day I got back. I wasn’t sworn to secrecy, I forgot.” He winces and flashes me a weird smile.

“Good thing you’re so pretty.”

He smirks and nuzzles into my neck. “Seems only fair if I’m to be worthy of you.”

“What a charmer,” I tease and nudge him away. “I’m going to wash up. May I have your phone?

He arches an eyebrow but hands the device over. “Are you going to save some nudes?”

“Why settle for pictures when you have the real thing?”

“Damn straight. I love you,” he mumbles into a kiss. I push him out and close the door. In the shower, I clean the app-controlled vibrator I bought a few years ago. Once the app is downloaded onto his phone, I pair the devices. With the help of a little lube, I slide the egg-shaped portion of the vibrator inside and set it at the lowest vibration. Once I’m ready, I walk out to three men in Strikers jerseys and disguises. Elias grins when he looks me over, recognising the dress.

“Is that…from the night we met?”

I nod, twirling so my dress flares up a little and he whistles. Handing him his phone, I kiss his cheek and whisper, “No nudes, but something so much better.”

All my years in Chennai and I’ve never been to Chepauk. I’ve driven past it, cursed the team during the past ICL seasons for causing traffic chaos. Never inside. And tonight, like every other night I’ve seen it on television, it’s packed to the brim. Judging by the number of pink jerseys, everyone’s supporting Rajasthan. It isn’t a surprise considering Chennai fans hate the Mumbai Legends.

The disguised professional athletes with me join forces with the crowd by chanting loudly. But at least they look happy.

When the match starts, I get into it too. It’s a whole new kind of experience sitting in the stands with the fans instead of watching it on a screen. The floor and seats vibrate constantly and I can feel the excitement in my chest. And seeing Elias in this setting is quite something.

So when the sixth over ends, I show him the app on his phone.

“Ten different levels, move your finger over the screen and the colours change to show you the intensity.”

“It’s inside you?” he whispers and at my nod, drags his thumb in an upward curve and I jump as the vibrator pulses. I grab the arms of my seat and breathe slowly, because any sudden movements will alert everyone to what’s happening. It’s been on the lowest setting since we left, providing gentle stimulation. Now that Elias is in control, I’m screwed. I exhale softly as he moves his finger back to the centre and side to side, the toy mimicking the action with high and low throbs. I squeeze my thighs together and shift in the very uncomfortable seat.

At one point, when the Strikers hit a really high boundary shot, the vibrator practically jumps inside me and I grind my teeth to steady myself. I now realise my mistake, because letting him do this while watching a match is a recipe for disaster. But it feels so fucking good I don’t care. Despite how much I want to be standing and cheering, every attempt to stand is thwarted by vibrations.

“What do you need , peaches?” he whispers in my ear as he hits the highest intensity level.

My head falls back and I’m glad nobody’s sitting behind us, because as the stadium cheers, I release a filthy moan. I drop my hand from the arm of my seat to Elias’s thigh and squeeze as the vibrator pulses.

“Slow,” I mumble, digging my nails into his leg and he lowers the intensity. I’m panting by the time everyone is sitting down again, my thighs shaking from how close to the edge I am.

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.” I blink through the haze of lust and whisper, “A slow fuck.”

His thumb moves up and down, like his cock would inside me. “Like that?”

I hum and lick my lips, the sounds of the stadium muffled as the orgasm crests. The flexible outside portion of the toy rubs against my clit with enough friction to tip me over the edge. I gasp when the vibration increases gradually, every throb a little harder than the last.

“Come for me, Vera. And I promise to fuck you like this all night.”

Pressing my chin to my chest, I breathe through the way my pussy flutters. Gripping the edges of my seat, I squeeze my thighs as the orgasm rocks through me. My vision goes fuzzy at the edges, my knees pressed together as tight as possible. I feel his hand slide under my hair and around my neck, clutching gently as I breathe.

Everything else suddenly comes back into focus and I blink as I look onto the field and realise the Strikers finished batting and the Legends are up to bat. My pussy is still pulsing and I’m so turned on and messy, I can’t think straight.

“Take me home,” I whisper and he nods, swiping out of the app to call Kuriakose. We don’t make excuses for why we’re leaving and push through the crowds to get outside.

Elias rips off his disguise, easier this time thanks to all the sweating, as soon as we’re in the car, his mouth on mine and a hand slides under my dress. I moan into the kiss as I spread my legs and he tugs my underwear aside and gently toys with the vibrator. One minute his tongue is twisting with mine and the next, a keening sound I’ve never made before escapes my lips as he pulls the vibrator out of me.

“Jesus, Vera,” he growls, staring at the wet purple toy in his hand. “It’s soaked.”

“You did that.”

“Why have we never done that before?”

I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine as Kuriakose announces we’ve arrived. We take the stairs up to my flat and before I have the door closed, I’m pressed up against the wall. He’s pushing my dress up and tugging off my drenched underwear while dropping to his knees.

“No, come back,” I whine.

“I need a taste first.”

His mouth is on me, tongue lapping up my arousal as I spread my legs to give him better access. He moans against my pussy, licking and sucking on my sensitive flesh and all I want is for him to fuck me.

“Elias, please .”

He stands and I’m ripping off my dress while he’s taking off his clothes. Half-dressed, we collide, mouths connecting and hands reaching for every bit of available skin. I’m so turned on, slight contact would be enough to make me come again. In all our fumbling and moving, we bump into a wall and I yank him roughly against me.

“Right here, I don’t need a bed, just fuck me ,” I growl.

He spins me and I set my hands on the wall as he gathers my hair off my neck. His mouth moves along my shoulder and neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. With a tug of my hair, my head tips back and he nips at my throat.

“I like you like this, all wet and needy.”

“Not if you don’t give me what I want.”

He licks up my neck and bites my earlobe as his other hand slides down my body, tracing my waist and hips before coming around the front. He squeezes my stomach and drags it down between my thighs where I’m embarrassingly wet.

“So fucking drenched .”

I whimper at the timbre of his voice and gasp when he teases my slit with two fingers and pushes them inside. I’m shaking, stretching up onto my toes as I try to steady myself. He curls his fingers and I press my forehead against the wall, my breath choppy.

“Stop,” I cry out and he does, pulling his fingers away instantly. “Fuck, no. I meant…”

“I know, peaches. You want me to fuck you.”

“ Please ,” I whine, pushing my ass against him.

His hands smooth over my hips as he adjusts me—one foot nudging my legs apart some more—and flattens against my back. I can still feel the cotton of his boxers as he touches me everywhere, mapping my body.

“I need to get a condom,” he grumbles and I shake my head.

“Don’t you dare leave me like this. You can pull out.”

“Vera…”

“Fuck, come inside me for all I care. Just don’t go.”

I’m on the pill and I can get Plan B in the morning. He needs to be inside me already. There’s rustling and his front is at my back, his cock slipping between my thighs. I moan, rubbing myself against him while trying to balance in this position. His hand comes around my hips and I press my head into the wall as he guides himself to my slit. The tip brushes against me and I shiver, his cock slides through my wetness and both of us moan. He pulls back slightly, hands gripping my hips tight, fills me in one hard thrust. My eyes roll back and I push onto my toes, the walls of my pussy clenching around him.

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck , Vera,” he chants and I whimper in response.

It’s too much, too good and I’m too full, too close to the edge already.

His mouth latches onto my shoulder as he fucks me with punishing thrusts. My body trembles with the amount of pleasure surging through me. I reach back for his hair with one hand, dragging his mouth to mine as I turn my head. The kiss is a clash of teeth at first, before our lips part and tongues dart out to touch and tangle. It’s rough and filthy, like the sex. I don’t even care if we’re making a mess, because I’m having the most out of body experience and I don’t want it to stop.

I pull at his hair as he thrusts deep and hits the right spot. His hand wraps around my throat and fingers press against the sides as the kiss breaks, our breaths mingling as he continues to fuck me. This untamed, wild version of ourselves is different, but it feels so good.

“Vera,” he breathes out my name and my body tightens. Then we’re both coming, my pussy clenching around him as he empties into me with hot spurts. He releases my throat and we collapse together, his weight pressed into my back. “I fucking love you.”

I laugh softly. “I love you too.”