by Nikki Chase
Eli lowers himself, propping himself up on his elbows. Every time my breasts squish against his chest, I can feel the thin sheen of sweat on his body.
I can smell the scent of his effort, mixed with his natural musk. It’s the sexiest thing ever. If someone could bottle it and sell it, I’ll bet they’d make millions.
“You wanted to move, princess?” Eli asks, his voice ragged. “How about you ride me, huh?”
“Like I said, I’ll do anything you want me to,” I answer, punctuating every syllable with a gasp.
“Good girl.” Eli pulls out of me, leaving me empty. My muscles clench around nothing, and suddenly, I feel incomplete.
It’s crazy how quickly I get used to him; it terrifies me that he may leave me once he learns the truth about me. But, this is not the time to think about anything too complicated. I just want to surrender now and let my instincts take over.
Eli lays down on his back and pulls my up by the wrists. Then, he scoops my ass up onto his lap.
“Ride me, princess,” he says. “Fuck yourself with my cock. Go crazy.”
His words spur me on. I press my palms on Eli’s hard chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles underneath me, and straddle him.
Reaching behind me, I grab the thick cock pointing straight up, waiting for me. It’s slick, covered with my juices. I can feel it pulsing against me.
Suddenly, I get the intense craving for his taste. Or, more accurately, the taste of both of us, combined. I raise my hand up to my mouth and lick my fingers, making eye contact with Eli.
His lips form a lopsided smile as he watches me. He’s enjoying the show, I realize.
Even though he didn’t specifically order me to do it, I get off his lap and kneel between his strong thighs. If he wants to punish me for it, so be it. But, I need to taste him right now.
Judging by the sexy groan he makes when I grip his shaft tightly, it doesn’t seem like he minds. I lower my head and lick the tip, then trap the spongy head between my lips.
As I take his cock in my mouth and work my way down, licking along the vein popping out of its shaft, Eli grabs my hair and surges into my mouth. I take his every thrust, my pussy clenching instinctively as he uses me for his pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re nasty, princess,” Eli says. “And, your mouth feels great, but I want to be balls deep in that pussy, so get on top of me. Right. Now.”
I look into Eli’s eyes as I get up and wipe my mouth, giving him a smile as I climb up onto his lap and lower myself down onto his dick, letting his girth stretch my muscles once again.
I grind against him, picking up my pace as my arousal builds. His cock massages me in just the right spots and my clit rubs against his pubic bone.
Before long, I find myself rocking against him with all I’m worth, moving frantically to keep up with my growing neediness.
This is exactly where I should be—in this cabin, on top of this big mountain man, letting him ruin me with his cock.
I roll my hips, going into overdrive. My breaths turn into gasping hitches. I scream as I impale myself over and over again onto Eli’s thick, hard cock, and I reach the precipice fast and hard. I press my palms against Eli’s chest to keep my balance as I lose my mind.
My pussy continues to throb as I come down from the top, slowly grinding myself against Eli.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asks darkly.
Before I can answer, he wraps his fingers around my neck and grabs my hip with his free hand, moving me back and forth.
“I didn’t say I was done. You were being selfish, princess,” he says.
I can only moan and let Eli use me to masturbate himself, gliding me back and forth on his lap. I’m still so sensitive, my pussy still recovering from the orgasm I just had.
But, as Eli uses my clenching muscles to milk the length of his cock, I feel my pussy shuddering and quivering again, my clit aching as I let out a long wail.
Eli brings me to my second orgasm of the night, one as pleasurable as it is painful. Just like the calloused hand wrapped around my throat, restricting my air supply and making my climax more intense at the same time.
Eli thrusts into me until he reaches his own peak, even as my body locks up and my pussy throbs harder than ever before. He pumps into me and pulls me down with his strong, sinful hand as his thick, gooey cum floods my womb.
“Say you’re mine,” Eli groans. He lets go of my throat and puts his hand on my back, pulling me down until my head lays on his shoulder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Eli,” I say breathlessly as his cock continues to twitch inside me, marking me as his possession.
“I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?” he whispers.
I nod. “I don’t want you to.”
But, I think you will change your mind once you know I can’t give you what you need.
I kiss Eli’s neck softly, trying to let go of unpleasant thoughts. At least, for now.
Eli caresses my back. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that.”
Despite my destructive secret, my lips curl up into a smile.
We may not have much time. I want to savor every single moment.
We stay in each other’s embrace, Eli stroking my hair and whispering sweet words in my ear as his own breathing deepens.
As he falls asleep, guilt weighs heavy in my chest. I wonder if he’ll feel betrayed once I tell him the truth. Nothing will be the same, that’s for sure. But, I hope he’ll understand my motives.
I just . . . want to spend a little more time with him. That’s all.
I try to stay awake and remember every single detail. As I move the strands sticking to his high forehead, I memorize the texture of his hair and the number of lines on his skin. I record in my mind the way his skin feels on mine.
In the future, when he tells me to leave his side once again, these memories will be all I have.
Sophia
“You’re still here. It wasn’t a dream.” Eli wraps his arms around me, buries his face in my hair, and breathes in deeply.
“No, it certainly wasn’t,” I say in a sleepy voice. My body hurts because there’s such a small space on the couch, and Eli is so big, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. “I went to the bathroom before going to sleep, but your cum has been randomly leaking out throughout the night.”
Eli chuckles. “Well, cum tends to do that.”
“I’ve noticed.” I turn around on my side to face him.
I can’t help but smile when I see the way he’s looking at me, his eyes twinkling like it’s the most incredible thing in the world that I’m here with him.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Time for us to fuck again? Speaking of, when did you put your clothes back on?”
I laugh. “When did you put your clothes back on?”
“When I woke up and realized you were already clothed. Now, are you going to get naked again or what?”
“Don’t you have to pick up your niece or something?”
Eli’s smile spreads wider. “No. The school bus must’ve taken her home by now, and my mom was already waiting for her.”
“What are you looking at?” I ask, giggling as I grow self-conscious under his intense stare.
“You’re always thinking about other people. I love that about you,” he says.
I pause. “Love, huh?”
“Too soon?” he asks, his sharp gaze studying me as his hand rests lazily on my waist, his thumb stroking my skin under my shirt.
I shrug. “Don’t you want to . . . I don’t know, make sure you get to know me again before you say something like that? I could’ve changed.”
“Nah.” Eli gazes deep into my eyes. “I know you, Sophia. I always have. And, I love you. That’s never going to change.”
Before I realize what’s happening, tears spring quickly to my eyes and roll down my face, seeping into the fabric of the couch.
“Don’t cry,” he says, wiping my tears with h
is big thumb. With a confused frown, he asks, “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you idiot.” I laugh as my tears dry on my skin. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” Eli grins.
I gaze into his eyes and find nothing but sincerity there. He’s not lying. He’s smiling again, like that has just become his default expression, even though most people know him as a gruff, unfriendly guy.
“What do you see in me?” I blurt out.
“Is that a serious question?” he asks. “Do you seriously not see how amazing you are?”
I shake my head. “Tell me. Tell me all about how amazing I am.”
Eli bursts out laughing. He pulls me close until my ear is pressed against his chest and I can feel his heartbeat on my ear. “Oh, I’m so glad to have you back in my life.”
It’s funny how few people realize Eli’s just a big softie. He’s a cuddly teddy bear—or at least he is to me.
“Are you going to tell me or what?” I ask playfully.
“I’m going to tell you exactly when I fell in love with you.” Eli strokes my hair softly with his big hands.
“There’s one particular moment?” I ask, surprised this has never come up before. I pull away to stare at Eli’s face.
“Yeah.” Eli looks into the distance, then gazes at me with adoration in his eyes. “I remember the exact moment. It was late in the afternoon. You were sitting on this swing in the park by your house.”
“Magnus Park?” I ask.
“Yeah. The sun was setting. You were crying into some tissues. I remember looking at you and thinking even your shadow looked long and sad.”
“It was probably a weekday,” I say.
“Yeah. After school. There was a backpack lying on the ground by your feet.”
“So many details,” I tease him, trying to lighten the situation.
Eli just smiles.
It doesn’t sound like a pleasant memory so far. I was probably bullied at school and stayed at the park so my parents wouldn’t hear or see me crying at home.
“It was an important moment in my life. That was the one and only time I fell for someone,” he says.
“One and only time? You mean, this whole time, you—”
“Shh . . . I’m trying to tell a story.” Eli grins. “So, as I was saying, you were crying. And I . . . kind of felt responsible, I guess.”
“Because you knew Angela probably had something to do with it?”
“Because I knew Angela probably had something to do with it.” Eli pauses. “I was just passing by. I was on my way to work, you know, at the diner.”
I nod, remembering how he used to make me sweet, creamy smoothies while I was waiting for him to finish working.
Because his dad had passed and his mom was struggling to raise two kids, Eli decided to start working as soon as he finished high school, planning to go to college when he could afford it but the right time never came.
“I wanted to tell you it was going to be okay. You were a smart girl and you were going to college. It was going to get better as soon as you did.” Eli stops to look at me. “Did it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good to hear.” He smiles as he gazes at me. “Anyway, before I could approach you, a kid walked past you. He was crying, too. You saw him, and you stopped crying.”
“I don’t remember this.”
“Well, I do. You went over and talked to him. I couldn’t hear what you said to him, but he stopped crying when you took his hand. You picked up your bag and you both went deeper into the park. I’ve always thought you were helping him look for something. A missing toy, perhaps.”
“I can’t tell you. I really don’t remember anything like that,” I say.
“It happened. And, it doesn’t matter what you were helping him with. I just . . . I loved how easy it was for you to shrug off your own sadness to help someone else. It struck me how kind you were.”
A lump forms in my throat. I didn’t expect such a poignant answer.
Again, I joke, “Maybe I was part of a kidnapping ring, and I was delivering him to a human trafficker for money.”
Eli’s boisterous laughter fills the air. He kisses the top of my head. “I love you,” he says. “I always will.”
A drop of hope enters my system.
“I thought, at that moment, that it would be so amazing to build a family with you, to have someone like you in my life, always.”
I fall silent.
“I thought you’d make a good wife. And, a good mom.” Eli pulls me into his embrace again, and I’m just glad I can bury my face in his chest because I feel like I’m about to cry.
I don’t like crying in front of people. I never have.
“You’re so quiet.” Eli rests his chin on top of my head. “Am I scaring you with all this family talk?”
I shake my head.
I mean, I am scared, I guess. But, not in the way he’d think.
It scares me how much I want the thing Eli just described. It terrifies me how much I want us to be a family.
And, I know it’s not going to happen. Not unless I want to deprive Eli of the future I know he deserves.
“I hope you mean that, princess because I won’t stop feeling this way about you. I can stop talking about it if it makes you uncomfortable, though.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I look up at him, hesitating, wondering if I should tell him the truth. “Eli, has it ever occurred to you that I might not be as amazing as you think?”
“Nah,” he says, grinning. “Nice try, but nothing will change the way I feel about you.”
I give him a smile and hide myself in his embrace. I’m too much of a coward to tell him, after all.
“It’s around one,” Eli says.
“Huh?”
“You asked for the time, remember? It’s one p.m. So, what do you want to do the rest of the day?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug.
I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to go anywhere. Guilt weighs me down and makes me lethargic. Or, maybe I just can’t bear the thought of us leaving this cabin when everything is perfect here, in this moment.
“Want to meet my niece?” Eli asks. “She’s probably home by now.”
“No,” I answer, probably a little too quickly. “I mean, I’m sure she’s lovely. I just—”
“Don’t worry. I get it. It’s too soon,” Eli says. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I know I’m moving fast. I’ve just missed you so damn much. I feel like I have to make up for all that lost time. But, I shouldn’t force it.”
I’ve spent so many nights dreaming about growing old with Eli that the notion of him moving too fast seems ridiculous. But that explanation seems to satisfy him.
“Can we just stay here?” I press my body against him, kiss his neck, and whisper in his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while . . .”
Eli chuckles. “You know I can’t say no to an offer like that. But, I have one condition.”
“What is it?” I ask, nibbling on his ear lobe.
Eli
“I have one condition.”
“What is it?” she asks, teasing me with her full lips on my ear.
I’ve fantasized about Sophia so many times it’s not hard to come up with things I want her to do. The problem is choosing just one.
“Actually, make it two.”
“You’re greedy.” Sophia giggles, her soft tits pressing against my side.
“I just can’t get enough of you.” I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up. “First, I want you to take your clothes off. All of them.”
Sophia pulls away just enough to look at me, her eyebrows lifted. “You do realize it’s cold and there’s a buttload of snow outside, right?”
“I fixed the furnace for a reason.”
She laughs, a melodic sound that tinkles across my ears. “People tell me there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Now I
know what they mean.”
“Always happy to teach you important life lessons.” The half-grin that had been slowly expanding across my face grows bigger. I can’t believe how much brighter my life is with Sophia in it.
“Life lesson learned.” She’s already pulling her shirt all the way off and taking her pants off, as well. That certainly helps to make this place look better.
She’s so sexy I can’t get enough of her. That perky ass, those juicy tits, that naughty glint in her green eyes . . . and most of all, that little perma-smile on her lips that tells me she’s just as happy around me as I am around her.
She’s still wearing her bra and panties as she looks up right at me. For a split second, something disturbs the sparkle in her eyes, and I wonder if something’s wrong, but she continues smiling, albeit a little self-consciously.
Did something happen to her to hurt her? Did something happen in the city? Or does she still retain the pain from how I ended our relationship seven years ago?
Maybe this isn’t the time to talk about it. She’s already smiling again, anyway—zero trace of sadness left on her face.
I’ll help her heal. I’ll take her pain away, I swear.
But, it’s probably not a good idea to try and do it all in one go. Time will help. And we have time. All the time in the world. Because I’m never letting her go again.
For now . . .
“I said all your clothes, princess,” I remind her.
“But what if someone sees me through the window or something?”
“You know that’s unlikely.” I pause, my muscles clenching at the thought of some peeping pervert watching my Sophia while crouching by my window. “Okay, you can wear something . . . if you reach the kitchen, grab the apron from the top drawer, and put it on before I count to five.”
Sophia’s eyes widen. “What? Which top drawer? What does the apron look like? Can I wear my bra and panties underneath?”
“One,” I start counting as I grin at her, not offering further explanation.
Sophia squeals as she runs toward the stairs, her tits bouncing in her bra. I love the way her delicate legs move, agile and light. Watching her makes me want to grab her by the ankles, spread her wide open, and give her the fucking of her life.