“Colby …”
I roughly smack his ass. “Say it.”
“I thought you were going to take what you want,” Eli bites out from between his teeth.
I push into his tight heat, pushing down on the small of his back so he’s forced to take me deeper. God, he’s so fucking tight. Waves crash against the shore, mixing with the sounds of Eli’s ragged breaths hitting the sand. I watch hungrily as he presses his cheek against the ground, eyes closed, lips parted. Moans of ecstasy slip from his mouth with each of my slow glides in and out of his tight, velvet heat. I thought I’d fuck him hard when I found him but that’s not what I want anymore. Not what I need.
I let go of his wrists and roughly tug him up by his shoulders. Sitting on my haunches, I pull him back on my lap so that he’s full of me. He lets out a little surprised gasp and presses his hand to his belly.
“I feel you here,” Eli mumbles, sounding drugged and out of it. Just from my cock inside of him. “You’re so deep that I’m going to choke on you.”
I bite off a cry against the ocean water–damp skin of his back. Using my hands on his hips, I force him into a slow grind on top of me, until he’s begging me to let him come. God, he feels so fucking good. Made for me almost.
“Please, Colby. Husband. Let me come. I’ll do anything.” Eli cries out when I take his cock in my hand and give a rough tug.He turns his face towards mine, mouthing at my jaw. “Make me yours. I wish you could come inside me, own me. Nobody else has ever done that. Just you. You can make me yours.”
His cries absolutely destroy me. I come inside him with a stifled shout. Eli tosses his head back against my shoulder with his own cry as he comes all over my hand. I hold him in a vise grip, cock twitching inside of him until he slowly relaxes back against me.
“Wish you could stay inside me,” Eli says as he glides his fingers over my forearm.
I bite at the damp skin of his neck, softening the bites with openmouthed kisses, then nose at the sweaty hairs. Gently, I pull out of him, hearing him hiss like he did the night before.
“Am I hurting you when we fuck?” I ask, concerned.
Eli tips forward on his hands, tossing an annoyed look at me over his shoulder. “No.”
“You’d tell me.” It’s a demand, not a question.
He shakes his curls so that his face is half hidden from my gaze. “I’d tell you.”
His words don’t ring true to me though. Would he tell me? I can’t be so sure.
I watch as he stands naked under the night sky, a gorgeous figure against the horizon. He lifts his head up to look at the stars, some unknowable emotion spreading across his perfect face. I raise my hand up to touch him, but he backs away out of my reach. Something about that hurts. I feel the loss of him even though he’s still standing right there.
“I’ll see you in bed,” Eli says softly, averting his gaze from mine. “Give me some time to shower?”
I nod in the dark like an idiot. I won’t push him, not on this. He quietly disappears back up the shore towards the house, leaving only his footprints behind. I sit there for a long time wondering how I fucked up. What did I do? My chest feels tight,everything heavy, my body weighted down. Breaths are oddly hard to come by as worry eats at me.
The lights in the bathroom come on in the house, until Eli’s shadow appears in the bathroom. I watch with bated breath, as he stands stock-still, unmoving for a long time. Finally, once my lungs work again, his shadow moves as if still in tune with me despite the distance between us.
Never before have I felt such a need to shelter someone inside myself. Keep them safe from harm. Safeguard them from pain or anguish. How am I ever going to let him go?
My heart isn’t going to cooperate by the end of this mimicry of a marriage. And I’m not really sure I want it to cooperate. Not anymore.
6
ELI
My body is pleasantly sore upon waking. Stretching out the kinks is wildly difficult with Colby clinging tightly to my back.
Last night was amazing. No one has ever chased me, then fucked me where they found me before. I’ve done a lot of shit in my time, but that was one thing I’ve always wanted to do.
Then Colby had to go and turn it romantic.
All I wanted was for him to fuck my brains out by the ocean. Instead, he pulled me to him and ground into me until I saw stars. Until the loss of him hurt.
And he had to care about me too.
No one has ever been so in tune with me before, cared about my pleasure as much as their own. Everything about this arrangement is fucking with my head. I can’t be having these sorts of thoughts about my fake husband. It’s pretend. I’mnota damn rookie.
