เข้าสู่ระบบELI"Greedy.""For you? Always."I lift him onto the counter. He spreads his legs immediately and I step between them.We kiss—messy and desperate—while my hands work his sweats down. He's already hard again, cock flushed and leaking."You're insatiable," I murmur against his mouth."Whose fault is that?"Fair point.I grab the lube we'd left in the kitchen drawer days ago—planning ahead, even if we didn't admit it—and slick my fingers.He leans back on his hands, legs spread wide, completely shameless."Look at you," I say. "So eager for it.""Only for you." His voice is rough. "Only ever for you."I push one finger inside. He's still loose from earlier but I take my time anyway, working him open, adding a second finger, then a third.He rocks back on my hand, making these small desperate sounds that go straight to my cock."Please," he gasps. "Please, Nick, I need you."I pull my fingers out, shove my sweats down, and line up. The head of my cock presses against his entrance.I push
NICKI'm still catching my breath when Eli shifts in my arms.We're lying on my bed, tangled together, both of us sticky with sweat and come. The afternoon sun streams through the window, catching the flush still staining his chest.He's beautiful like this. Wrecked and satisfied and mine.At least for three weeks."We should shower," he murmurs against my chest."Probably."Neither of us moves."We have three weeks," he says.I press a kiss to the top of his head. "Yeah. Three weeks.""So what do we do with that?"I think about it. About what we've been doing—sneaking around, stolen moments, always looking over our shoulders."Whatever we want," I say finally. "No more hiding. No more rushing. We use this time to figure out what this is."He lifts his head to look at me. "What do you think it is?"I trace my fingers down his spine, feel him shiver. "I don't know yet. But I want to find out."He's quiet for a moment. Then: "And when she comes back?"The question we've both been avoidi
ELI"Oh fuck—" My head slams back against the wall.He's gotten better at this. Knows exactly what I like now. Takes me deep, hollows his cheeks, uses his tongue in ways that make my knees weak.His hands grip my hips, holding me in place while he works me over. I thread my fingers through his hair, not pushing, just holding on."Nick, god, your mouth—"He hums around my cock and the vibration makes me see stars.I'm not going to last. Not after last night, after this morning, after wanting him so badly I could barely function."I'm close," I warn him. "I'm gonna—"He doesn't pull off. Just takes me deeper, swallows around me.I come with a shout, hips jerking, spilling down his throat. He swallows everything, keeps sucking until I'm shaking and oversensitive.When he pulls off, his lips are swollen, eyes dark with lust.I haul him up and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue."Your turn," I say."Bedroom," he agrees this time. "I want you in my bed."He doesn't wait for me to respon
ELIMy orgasm hits like lightning. I bite down on my other hand to muffle the sound as I come all over my stomach and chest, body shaking, Nick's name caught in my throat.After, I lie there panting, covered in my own cum, and stare at the ceiling.Tomorrow she leaves.Tomorrow this becomes real.---I don't sleep well. Every time I start to drift off, I think about Nick down the hall and jerk awake again, cock half-hard.By the time morning comes, I'm exhausted and wired at the same time.I hear movement downstairs. Olandria's voice, bright and cheerful.I drag myself out of bed, shower quickly, and head down.She's in the kitchen making pancakes, singing along to something on her phone. When she sees me, she grins."Morning! I'm making a big breakfast before I go. Gotta fuel up for the drive.""Sounds good." I grab a mug, pour coffee. My hands are shaking slightly."You okay?" She's looking at me with that concerned expression she gets. "You seem tired.""Didn't sleep great. I'm fin
ELII'm in my room, door locked, heart trying to punch through my ribcage.I can hear them downstairs. Olandria's laugh—bright and easy. Nick's lower voice responding to something she said. Normal. Domestic. Like he wasn't just buried inside me an hour ago.I press my back against the door and try to breathe.My skin still smells like him. Like us. Sweat and sex and guilt.I peel off my clothes—his shirt that I'd thrown on in the panic—and stumble to the bathroom. Turn the shower as hot as it'll go and step under the spray.The water beats down on my shoulders and I scrub. Hard. Trying to wash away the evidence, the scent, the feeling of his hands on my body. But I don't want to wash it away. That's the fucked up part. I want to crawl back into his bed and stay there.I hear footsteps in the hallway. Olandria's voice, muffled through the door. "Eli? You in there?"My stomach drops. "Yeah! Just showering!""Okay! We're gonna start a movie when you're done. I'm making popcorn!""Sounds
NICK I pull my fingers free, grab a condom and roll it on. Slick myself with more lube, then line up. The head of my cock presses against his entrance and we both hold our breath.I push in slowly. So tight. So hot. Even prepared, he's a vice around me."Breathe," I tell him. "Relax for me."He does, and I sink deeper. Inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt, my hips flush against his ass."Fuck," I groan. "So perfect. You feel so fucking perfect.""Move," he demands, legs wrapping around my waist. "Please, Nick, I need—"I pull back and thrust in hard. He cries out, nails raking down my back.I set a rhythm—slow deep strokes that make him whimper, then harder, faster, until the bed is creaking and his moans are getting louder."That's it," I growl. "Take it. Take everything I give you.""Yes, yes, fuck—" He's incoherent now, just broken sounds and my name.I change the angle slightly, hit his prostate dead-on. He nearly screams."Quiet," I remind him, even though there's no one to







