Cupids Peak

by Lee Jacquot

The author is not liable for any attachments formed to the MCs nor the sudden desire to have someone make you come in places that could get you a ticket.

I wonder where the hell the knot is that usually lodges itself in my throat and prevents me from saying stupid shit.

“There you go. You got it.” His eyes round. “All of them?” “All of them.” I hold my index finger out in our celebratory exchange we created one night over our love of aliens in bicycle baskets. “Fuck yes,” he whisper-yells, pressing his finger to mine.

When she walks away, I try my fucking hardest not to watch,

Eli chuckles. It’s low and sensual and sounds like something I’d very much love to hear in the crook of my neck. Or running down my side. Or between my thighs.

I’m pretty sure my panties are now disturbingly wet.

One of his shoulders lifts half-heartedly. “The only attention I ever wanted, I’m getting right now.”

“You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.”

“I’ve had a thing for you since freshman year when I overheard you and your sister talking about who you’d fuck-marry-kill when it came to the cast of The Breakfast Club.”

“I dare you to let me show you how obsessed I was with you ten years ago.”

That even after all these years, I haven’t found anyone who makes me smile or laugh or feel at home the way you did?”

Butterflies break free in my stomach, flapping around so frantically I think I might get gassy.

“I want to know you’re sure because this has been brewing for a very long time, and I intend to take everything you’re willing to give me. And I expect you to take everything I give.”

“May I?” Her delicate throat bobs as she swallows. “Yes.” Never has there been a more beautiful word.

She’s drenched. “This is all for me?” I ask playfully, curling my fingers in a petting motion.

“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?” She attempts to speak, but after the word comes out indecipherable, she nods. A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”

I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life, and a warm bead of precum at the end of my cock reminds me that if we don’t leave soon, I’m likely to come right here.

“That’s it, love. I want it all. Give it to me.”

“Oh my god.” This makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he was underneath the table just now.”

I’ve clearly lost my fucking mind. Like completely.

With every step we take toward the shiny metal doors, all I can think about is how horribly he’s about to fuck up all future men for me.

I’m still a little bit of a wreck around him.

“Truth.” He pushes from the elevator wall and takes the broad step needed to close the distance between us. Goose bumps sprout along my arms as he invades my space, those stormy eyes of his searching over my face, making my breath hitch. He moves a hand, trailing his index finger so lightly up my arm I almost think I’m imagining it. Desire drops heavy in my core as his finger lifts, sweeping across my collarbone and under my chin so he can angle my face up to his. “Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?”

Eli leans closer, his lips an inch away from mine. “Perhaps just your mouth, then.” His eyes flicker down before he presses the softest of kisses to my lips. A jolt of pleasure ripples through me at the contact. His mouth is somehow soft and firm, and the desire to feel it everywhere damn near consumes me. Eli backs away slightly, his gaze reading mine briefly before he sees the clear need and does it again, this time lingering a second longer.

“You are quickly becoming a very dangerous thing for me, love.”

“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”

“Fuck.” He grumbles beneath me. “My sentiments exactly.”

A deep groan forces my eyes open, and in no way was I ready for the sight that is a sexually frustrated Eli Brooks.

Mia de la Cruz is going to be the death of me. I’m calling it now.

My hands dive into her hair, and I pull us together, fusing our mouths in a brutal kiss. I tell her everything with it. How bad I want her—how bad I’ve always wanted her—and how she now owns every fucking part of me.

“Take it off.” Say fucking less.

The sounds that flow from her are equivalent to honey and my favorite song, and I swear to God, I would do a lot of shit to hear it every damn day. In the next moment, I lean forward, catching the melody with my mouth.

“That’s it. Don’t stop,” I spur her on, gripping either side of her hips and guiding her movements. “You’re doing so fucking good.”

“Look at me. I need to see my girl’s pretty face when you fall apart for me again.”

Her desperation is now my favorite thing in the world. A melody made just for me.

This woman is mine. And it’s time she knows it.

“How about this,” he starts, gripping either string of my robe and slowly pulling them apart. “You ask me all questions you like while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Yes. God, yes.” “There you go again.” I smirk, pushing her knees apart. “Begging someone who isn’t here. Let’s fix that.”

“Eli.” “Hmm. That’s my girl. You got it now.”

“I want you, Mia,” I explain. “And not just tonight.”

“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”

By the time I realize Eli’s going to split me in two, he already is.

“Take off the robe, pretty girl,”

“You feel so good, Eli.” “You feel better.” He grins, giving an appreciative thrust. “Like you’re mine.”

A sharp pop rings through the air, and I cry out, a foreign pain sparking from my throbbing clit. “Did you just—” Eli nods. “I did. You’re not a doll, remember?” He grips his cock and slaps it against my pussy again, this time with more force.

“You want them to see you, don’t you, love? Want them to see you take every fucking inch of me?”

“You made me wait ten years for this, Mia. Ten fucking years.”

“You knew I wanted you.” “I didn’t—I wasn’t sure.” Another laugh, only this one is much more menacing. “Oh, you knew how bad I wanted you. I all but fucking begged.”

“My greedy girl. That’s not how this is going to work.” He pulls his dick back out and whirls me around, his hand still firmly above me, holding my restraints. “It’s your turn to beg.”

“This is going to hurt,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “And you’re going to fucking take it.”