“Ellery,” I breathed as I came down. His name felt so right on my lips.
“Yes, pretty moon?” He came back over the covers, his lips glistening with my release.
“I want you to fuck me.” I said it thinking about that first night, when he told me to ask for what I wanted. And now I was.
I wanted him.
He brought his lips down to mine, feeding me my own taste.
His hand shifted down to his cock that he ran through my battered cunt. “I was tested before the trip,” he said against my lips. “If you want, I can grab the condom, but I want to feel you with nothing between us.”
I nodded. “I tested too,” after our hookup, and I hadn’t been with anyone else since. “And I’m on birth control.” I had taken my yearly tonic when I got home to be certain.
He made a sound that was almost like a growl. It came from deep in his throat, vibrating the air around us. “So I get to feel this pretty pussy raw?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
That was the only permission he needed. He sank into me to the hilt.
My body wrapped around his. We were still laid to the side, my leg thrown up over his hips as he drove his cock all the way inside of me. It pressed deeper than he’d ever been at this angle, almost hitting my cervix.
“You feel so good,” he breathed. His voice was so raw it sounded like there was further meaning behind his words that I couldn’t parse right now.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him. We were connected in every way we could be and it still didn’t feel like enough. It felt like it would never be enough.
“Come for me, pretty moon,” he said, rubbing my clit as he eased in and out of me.
I hadn’t even realized I was so close to coming. I was so wrapped up in my emotions that it felt like it came out of nowhere.
I clenched around his cock, coming so hard stars burst behind my eyes and I felt like I was up there among them.
His hips fell out of rhythm until he came deep inside of me. He painted my insides with him, tying us together even further.
We sat like that for a while, just basking in each other’s touch. We would probably need to talk about what happened, and I needed to figure out these new feelings, but for now we enjoyed each other’s touch.
Ellery
After breakfasta few days later we decided to split off. The girls had planned a spa day while the rest of us played billiards in the lounge downstairs. It was a tradition we’d had since we were in high school. Each time one of us was old enough, we’d be allowed to go. When I was young, I thought it was fun and exciting—especially since it was one of the only times we were able to see our father for more than five seconds.
However, I quickly learned it was about giving him time to corner us and give one or all of us some lecture about life. I did like the hard cider they kept in the cellar here, however, so that was always nice.
Separating Samuel and Rachel was like pulling teeth, neither wanting to leave the other, and while it didn’t feel like that with Juniper, it wasn’t exactly easy. We’d spent every day together for the past week and a half, and thinking about spending this one without her felt strange.
But she would have a good time with my mother and Rachel, at least. I still reserved opinions on Tiffany, though Juniper seemed to see a different side to her than I did.
When we got there, the table was set up just as it always was. I ran my finger over the deep wood on the outside. There was a slight run in the wool from my first time here, when I tried knocking the ball too quickly and hit the cloth, causing it to ripple. It reminded me of all the times I’d gotten the “you’re a fuck up, get better” talk in here.
It started that first year. I was in ninth grade and not quite as much of a shit as I was now. I was still looking to impress my father. But we came here and he went after Arthur about his grades, went after Samuel for not being serious enough, then me for what felt like… everything.
The next few years I spent trying to do better, hoping each year he would change his mind and offer me a compliment.
That day was still yet to come. I realized it was better to try to be all the things he said I was. Incompetent, head in the clouds, only focused on what I wanted. I figured I would at least make all those things true, so when he said it, I really couldn’t fight him about it.
Though I was prepared for this year’s reaming, I wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Who’s ready to play?” my father asked as he came down the stairs.
“I call Ellery,” Samuel said before anyone got settled.
