I’m still standing there, empty glass in hand, coming to grips with what just happened when I realize Eli is gone. He left me standing here, leaking cum down my thighs and-WHOA! What the fuck? Why is there cum leaking down my thighs? Holy hell. He didn’t wear a condom. Shit! He didn’t wear a condom after that first time. After....I was the boss.
“Eli!” I’m standing at the foot of the bed as Eli walks out of the bathroom with jeans pulled up casually over his hips. He didn’t put his boxers back on, and he hasn’t zipped or buttoned his pants. I can see the perfectly chiseled V in his lower abdomen leading to-Damn it. Focus, V. We came in here for yelling, not for ogling.
His beautiful, dimpled smile is stretched across his handsome face as he looks at me. The cinnamon roll is back. That’s fine. I can chew his ass out until the alter ego returns.
“What in the actual FUCK do you think you’re doing?”
His smile widens, and he comes for me.
“What are you doing? Get back!”
“Mmmm. You look beautiful, all freshly fucked and riled up.”
He has me wrapped up in his arms, and he’s kissing me everywhere. My neck, my cheek, my hair.
“Damn it, Eli. What are you doing? Let me go.”
He doesn’t. He just keeps nuzzling and kissing and holding me tighter.He’s cuddling me!
“Fine.” I resolve to verbally hammer his ass from this tight little cocoon inside his arms. “You didn’t wear a condom, damn it. What the hell were you thinking?”
“Mmm I’m not going to wear a condom. Nothing comes between us, Little Devil. Nothing.”
He speaks so sweetly, and somewhere under that psychotic statement he just made is something...romantic? Or hell if I know. Maybe it’s all unhinged, and I’m just delirious from fluid loss.
“You don’t get to make that decision. I’m not on birth control, and I’m not ready to have linebackers marching out of my vagina, Eli!”
He jerks back to look into my eyes. He’s wearing a confused grin, leaving the dimples at only half mast.
“Babies, Eli. I’m not ready to have your Goliath-sized babies coming out of my vagina.”
Recognition dawns in his expression and he nods slowly with a small smile still on his face.
“We had an agreement, V. You knew the terms. You would be the boss....until you weren’t. You aren’t the boss anymore. I am. I don’t want anything between us. I’ll have all of you, and I’ll feel every inch of your skin against every inch of mine.”
“What abou-”
“You aren’t ovulating. Your period was four days long. It ended two days ago. You won’t be ovulating for about two weeks. You have less time than that, though, to figure out what you want to do.”Is he for real right now? What in the Sherlock Holmes meets Ron Jeremy is going on right now?“You’re on your own with the birth control. I have no desire to prevent pregnancy, but if you want to, I won’t stop you. Hungry?”
He kisses me on my wide-open mouth before he walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, presumably to cook my breakfast. My jaw is slack, and my eyes are unfocused as I stand stock still...dumbfounded. Unable to move or think past what just happened. Trying to break it all down and process it, I tick off points in my mind.Tied me up. Fucked me in the kitchen without a condom. Wait, fucked me all night without a condom. Then, in the kitchen. No condom. I’m not the boss. Eli is the boss.That clearly means more than I initially realized.He knows my menstrual cycle? That’s fucked up, right? Who the hell am I even asking that?! It’s fucked up. Definitely fucked up. But also, kind of sweet? Maybe? He’s obviously paying attention, so that’s something, but what does he mean he has no desire to prevent pregnancy? He thinks we should have a linebacker? And what about this flip in character? Chase had a flip in character, and that didn’t go well. Although, to be fair, Eli has told me repeatedly that I would only be the boss in the beginning. He has never pretended to be someone he isn’t. He’s still the cinnamon roll. He’s simply also a voracious domineering deviant.
“Ugh!” My body flops dramatically to the bed and I’m at a complete loss on how to handle this situation.
“You okay in there, Drama Queen?” Eli calls to me from the kitchen without an ounce of worry in his voice.
“Drama queen?!” stomping out of the bedroom with hands on hips, I confront Eli in the kitchen. “Drama queen? You’re joking, right? You pile a veritable ton of worms on me in there and expect me not to have some type of reaction?”
A slice of bacon is dangling between Eli’s fingertips when he looks at me with confusion. It’s clear he doesn’t understand something that I’ve said.Oh. It’s the worms.
“You opened a can of worms just now. Ovulating worms, linebacker worms, worms who refuse to wear condoms. There are worms EVERYWHERE!”
The dimples are back.Damn it. I love those dimples.
“I know what I want, and what I want is you. I want kids one day, too. Now seems as good a time as any to me. If you want to wait, fine. But it’s on you. That’s all I’m saying.”
I blink dramatically, trying to clear the bullshit from my eyes. “Okay. What about my cycle? How do you know how long my period was?”
“There’s nothing about you that I don’t notice. I pay attention to every tiny detail of you. Your scent.” He’s put the bacon in the pan, and he’s stalking over to me now. “Your sounds. Particularly your incredible laugh. The feel of your soft skin beneath my fingers.” His body is pressed up against mine now. One hand is in my hair, massaging my scalp. The other is on my ass, kneading my sore flesh. “The feel of your body writhing beneath mine and the vibrations of your moans as they escape your chest.” He’s hard, and he’s pressing his erection into my stomach as he presses me tighter to him. “The taste of your sweet cunt on my tongue as you cum into my mouth.”
