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ELIJAH

I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Her chestnut curls bounce as she walks, her face tilted up to the sky with a smile. Her happiness is infectious, her curves making my pants uncomfortable to walk in as I watch her.

“Hey, creeper. Go talk to her,” Liliana says, her body slamming into me.

“Oof. Are you body lifting criminals and chewing on lug nuts? You’ve always been way too strong,” I complain.

“Such a baby,” she smirks. “Go on. Talk to her and don’t fuck it up.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I grumble, increasing my speed until I’m walking next to her.

Nacio glances at me with his brow raised, and I nod at him. He shortens his stride so he drops back to where Liliana is walking, until it’s just Rachelle and I.

Don’t talk about how gorgeous she is when she comes. Don’t be a pig.

“You look happy,” I say instead.

“Good, I am,” she says with a smile.

“You’re always beautiful, but when you’re happy, it’s impossible to look anywhere else but at you,” I tell her.

Woah, where did that come from? I’m not smooth, not unless I don’t give a shit about the person I’m speaking to. It may seem counterintuitive, but there’s nothing for me to lose then. With Rachelle, every word I say to her feels as if it carries more weight.

“That’s really sweet,” she says with wide eyes and pink cheeks. Fuck me dead right now. I have absolutely no game.

“The view at the top is gorgeous,” I finally say, swallowing hard. “Think you can do it?”

“I do,” she says obstinately, even though her chest is beginning to heave from exertion.

Holding out my hand, I wait for her to slip her smaller one inside. We continue to walk until I look behind me and realize everyone else has fallen back. Tugging her toward a tree, I pick her up around the waist.

“What are you up to?” she asks with a questioning smile, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Something I’m mad I didn’t do sooner,” I admit.

My hand moves to her ass to hike her up higher until she gasps. Yeah, she now knows exactly why my pants are too tight. My erection is angry and hard. Fingers tangling in her hair, I run my nose up her throat.

“I should have kissed and fucked you in the tower, Rachelle,” I growl in her ear. “Your only tears should happen when you’re gagging on my cock or coming around it.”

Kissing her, I wait for her to hit me, but it never comes. Instead, her arms wrap around my neck, and her fingers play with my hair at the base of it. There’s absolutely nothing that compares to this. Kissing my guys is primal and raw, while Rachelle is sweeter and more innocent.

How we were willing to cast her as a whore in high school is beyond me.

“Are you going to get her all riled up or are you actually willing to finish the job?” Liliana asks, startling me.

And they say that I’m stealthy.

“I’m not the one who edges her,” I retort.

“You’re just asleep on my chest, weighing me down while they do it,” Rachelle says, laughing.

“Well then, show me,” Liliana says, crossing her arms over her chest.

Is it possible to have performance anxiety?

“You’re mean, Lili,” Rachelle says to her. “But your cock is teasing me, Elijah.”

Her words get breathier with each word, and she rocks her pussy over my cock.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me blow,” I groan, my eyes hooding.

“Are you eating her out or fucking her?” Liliana asks, thoroughly enjoying herself. “I like watching my girl get fucked.”

“I was not thinking about contraception when I left the house today,” I complain, tugging Rachelle’s dress down. “Can I eat you out and come on one of my favorite parts of your body?”

My mouth attacks her tits, sucking and squeezing them while Rachelle holds on to me for dear life.

“You have a favorite part?” Liliana asks teasingly. “Baby, do you want to get covered in cum like a good girl?”

Liliana is fucking dangerous. Rachelle whimpers, her hands holding chunks of my hair in her fists as she fights to get more of me, anyway she can.

Opening my mouth around her breast, I bite hard, enjoying the way she cries out.

It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, fulfilling the fucked up part of me that demanded I hurt people.

My eyes are on hers the entire time, and her head is thrown back in pleasure.

“She likes some pain,” Liliana says softly, her eyes on Rachelle as I move my mouth back to her nipple to suck on it. “You have to be careful not to cross the line, because sometimes she doesn’t even know what that looks like.”

Lifting my head, I use what she told me to check in with Rachelle. “How are you doing, baby?” I ask her.

Her eyes are hooded, pupils blown, but I’m still not satisfied.

“Do we need a safe word, beautiful?” I ask her. I’m typically a bratty submissive, but I can take care of Rachelle.

“So if things get too much, I can tell you?” she asks breathlessly.

“Yes. I bit you pretty hard. I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck. It was a rush too,” I confess.

“I liked it,” she admits.

“Choose a safe word. I have a feeling we’ll have a voyeur here,” I say, wincing as Liliana smacks me over the head. “Lili, damn.”

“Just reminding you I’m your voyeur,” she says with a sing-song voice. God, she’s fucking scary. “Now eat my pretty girlfriend’s pussy.”

As if she cut my strings, I drop to my knees while holding Rachelle tightly, her gasp music to my ears. I don’t know where everyone else is, but I clearly don’t have a problem with an audience.

“I need your word, baby,” I murmur.

“Water,” she says immediately. The fact that her word is ‘water’ threatens to steal my breath away. Ignacio told me to live in the present, so that’s what I’m going to do.

Even when it’s hard. Maybe I can convince Rachelle to live in the moment with me.

Adjusting so Rachelle’s legs are draped over my shoulders, I pull her panties to the side. Her sweet scent is strong, and I groan as I shove my nose in her pussy. My only thought is to make it good for her.

My nose bumps against her clit, and Rachelle’s tiny gasps make my dick start to leak.

“Hold on,” I rasp, my voice dark and greedy. My mouth closes over her cunt, sucking, licking, and eating up every drop of her cream before it’s replaced with more.

Her cries echo through the trees, and I feel as if I’m rewriting history. Sneaking into the woods, eating her out… this is how we should have spent high school. If we ever have daughters, I’m having Liliana teach them self defense.

It seems premature to think about this, but I’m all in with her. I have a feeling Jared is working on ways to free Rachelle from living in the shadows of society as a dead girl. It has to be exhausting always looking over your shoulder.

Focusing on Rachelle before Liliana decides to give me classes on how to eat her girlfriend’s pussy, I push my tongue inside her wet channel and rub her clit. I make sure to keep my eyes on Rachelle at all times, loving the way her breasts are on display for me as she writhes.

While one of her hands tugs on my hair to pull me closer, her other squeezes her breast. Watching her pull her nipples makes me feral. My mouth moves to torture her clit while my fingers tease her entrance before pushing inside.

“Oh,” she moans. “Make me feel full, Elijah.”

I hate that I didn’t bring condoms. Fuck me.

“Do you want his cock, Rachelle?” Liliana asks, walking over to kiss her.

“Yes, but… I can’t. Fuck. Don’t stop, Elijah,” Rachelle keens.

“Goddamn,” I groan. Her pussy is trying to milk my fingers, and she feels so good.

“He’ll pull out like a good boy and come on your tits,” Liliana decides, her fingers pinching my chin and yanking my face up. “Won’t you?”

Holy shit, Liliana’s the equivalent of a mommy dom that I don’t want to fuck.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, though I wanted to say mommy. Did I mention she scares the hell out of me? If Rachelle’s cunt wasn’t in front of my face, my erection would tell me to fuck myself and disappear.

“Now, Rachelle. Do you want Elijah to fuck you?” Liliana asks, letting me go to trail her fingers up Rachelle’s body.

“Yes. I feel empty,” she complains. I don’t know how Rachelle can pout and look adorable while whining that my cock isn’t inside of her, but she manages very well.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I take a risk and push them into her mouth.

“You can have my cock when you clean up your mess,” I say, my lips parted as I watch her keep her gaze on me as she licks and sucks her sweet cream from my fingers.

Every pull of her lips and tongue make my cock jerk as I groan. I may still come in my pants and embarrass myself.

Rachelle’s pupils are blown, her chest heaving once she’s done. I can’t fuck around anymore. She’s too close to coming, too fucking needy.

Standing, I arrange her legs like my perfect doll, kissing up her neck as I go.

“I want to watch your face when you come,” I rumble. “I’ve never wanted to do that before. I can’t fuck you from behind. This is going to be up close and personal.”

“Yes,” she acknowledges. “Elijah. Please.”

My name on her lips is my undoing. Shoving her dress up, I bind my arm around her waist as I release my cock with my other hand. Easing the crown of my cock through her arousal, I curse at how good it feels to be drowning myself in her scent.

“I’m already addicted to you,” I confess, my lips on hers again as she clings to me. My cock slowly stretches her as I push my way inside.

I know Ignacio is her only other sexual partner other than Theo. We’re not counting her abuser in this, because she didn’t choose him. I don’t want to hurt her. I’m not at all small, and her back arches as she begins to take me.

Ignacio’s words haunt me, and I embrace them.

“You’re taking me so well,” I rasp. “Your pussy is choking my cock, your cunt is stretching just for me.”

I can hear someone behind me, but I keep my attention on Rachelle. If it was someone who wanted to hurt us, Liliana would have already killed them. I know both her and Nacio are carrying weapons, we’re covered.