Then it happens.
He presses the fuckingremote.
My hips press into him as sensation ripples through me, heat blooming and racing up my spine.
I try to force air into my lungs as he increases the pressure.
“You know what, I think we’ve supported Carina enough,” I mutter, the words tumbling out.
Eli immediately steers me towards the door. Carina lifts a brow at me. I shrug. She winks.
I know she’s not mad.
We’re driving away in record time, both of us flushed and desperate.
My clit throbs between my legs, the vibrations continuing in a steady, merciless buzz.
“Eli,” I whimper.
He glances at me from the corner of his eye. “Fuck.”
The car slams to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I stammer.
Eli shoves his seat back as far as it will go, then drags me onto his lap.
His hand slips beneath my dress, finding me instantly. He circles twice, then reaches inside me and pulls the egg free. He tosses it onto my seat—still vibrating, slick with me.
I whine at the loss, but then he’s unbuckling his trousers, shoving his boxers down just enough to free himself before thrusting up into me.
I cry out, my back arching against the steering wheel.
He moves beneath me, each snap of his hips driving me higher. The plug shifts with every thrust, the sensation overwhelming. Being filled like this—everywhere—is too much.
My orgasm crests fast, crashing over me in a blinding wave.
Eli shouts as he follows, slumping back against the seat. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, so at odds with the way he just ruined me.
“I can’t wait to get you home and fuck your tight little ass,” he murmurs, helping me straighten my dress and settling me back into my seat.
The rest of the journey, his hand stays splayed possessively over my thigh.
Eli
The second I get Emily upstairs, I’m on her, tugging her dress over her head, her hair springing free. I love it when it gets mussed and tangled.
I strip out of my own clothes and push her back onto the bed, covering her with my body.
“Please, Eli. Please fuck me.” The desperate whine in her voice undoes me.
“Fuck you where, Angel?” I murmur.
“Fuck my ass,” she groans, as my cock brushes her already sensitive clit.
“On your knees,” I command, shifting back and reaching for the lube.
She rolls onto her front and rises onto her knees, ass up—wiggling, waiting for me.