“What the fuck?” I hiss, but he laughs.
“You’re pretty when you’re mad,” he says. “And I always did like pissing you off.”
I grab the waistband of his pants, jerk his hips toward mine until they meet, his erection straining against me.
“Don’t tell me that’s the point of all this,” I say, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He kisses me hard, one thumb on my nipple again. I unbutton and unzip his pants, find his boxer-clad cock, and squeeze.
Eli laughs in my ear.
“The point of this is to see how loud I can make you come,” he says. “Pissing you off a little is just a fun bonus.”
Now I’m grabbing his cock and blushing at the same time. I reach through his boxers and stroke him, skin to skin. He’s even bigger than I realized, and as I do he groans again, pushing me harder against the door.
“I’m gonna make things real awkward with your neighbors,” he whispers. I stroke him again longer, harder, feeling like I might burst out of my skin with heat and desire, the sheer uncontrollable want I feel right now.
“You think you can?” I ask, still stroking him. His hips move in rhythm with my hand, unfettered growls coming from somewhere deep in his chest.
“I told you I studied,” Eli teases me. I squeeze his cock, precum gathering at the tip, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making a noise. “Plenty of diagrams. Even a moving picture or two.”
He slides his hands down my body. By now he’s shoving his cock through my hands, our lips together, our tongues tangled. My pants come down and then his, and suddenly his cock is bare against my belly and we’re pressed together, skin to skin. I shiver and it’s wonderful, the combination of his warm body and the cool door at my back.
He tweaks a nipple. He moves his hand between my legs again, thumb flicking expertly past my clit, fingers just barely delving into my wetness. I moan and he withdraws.
Then he takes a moment. He presses his forehead to mine, our noses tip to tip. We’re both breathing hard, our chests expanding and falling together, his hands still exploring me.
“Violet.”
“Eli.”
He laughs. My eyes are closed but I can feel it.
“Which door is your bedroom?”
“Right behind you,” I say.
The second the words are out of my mouth I’m in the air, slung over Eli’s shoulder like I’m a bag of flour as he strides into my bedroom, ducking slightly as he goes through the doorway. He tosses me gently on the bed, and I bounce once before he’s on top of me, between my legs, his body covering mine.
I wrap my legs around him, arch my back. His cock slides against my mound and belly, and I squeeze tighter, feeling like I might explode.
I want him. Now. As much as I can’t believe that I’m naked with Eli Loveless, not to mention having a great time, here we are and I. Want. Him. Now.
There’s the sound of foil crinkling by my head, and Eli’s lips pull back. He’s leaning on one elbow, his other hand on my thigh, stroking it while it’s wrapped around him.
“Twice, huh?” he asks, grinning.
I glance over at the two condoms in his hand. Frankly, right now, they don’t seem like enough.
“If you need a second chance,” I tease.
He tears one open with his teeth, looking me in the eye the whole time. It’s the first time I’ve ever found opening a condom sexy, but right now, I’m mesmerized. He rolls it on, and I grab him in my fist, arching my back, guiding him to my slick entrance.
Eli groans, his face against my neck, the sound vibrating through my whole body. I’m aching and desperate, but he pauses for a moment with his tip right at my opening, teasing me.
Then he sinks in. My eyes slide close and I grab his hair in my fist, a noise I’ve never heard before coming from my mouth. He’s big — bigger than I realized, definitely bigger than any previous boyfriend — but he hilts himself in one long, slow stroke and it feels fucking perfect.
It feels like we were designed to fit together like this, hand in glove, heat coursing through my whole body.
“Oh, fuck,” Eli whispers when he’s buried, and pauses.
I kiss him and he kisses me back, oddly slow and sensual. I feel like he’s touching somewhere deep inside me that’s never been touched before, something that touches a live wire, a raw nerve, and I need a minute or else I might simply dissolve.
The kiss gets harder. Faster. His tongue is in my mouth and I bite his lower lip, a little harder than I mean to. I slide my hand down his neck, to his shoulder and then he catches it with his, fingers encircling my wrist, pushes it down onto the bed, his weight on me.