Ecstasy

Eli

When she comes down at just after three in the morning on Saturday, she doesn’t know I’m sitting at the dining room table, just off from the kitchen with a perfect view of the fridge. A perfect view of her ass, too, the bottom half of it visible beneath the oversized white t-shirt she’s wearing. One I know doesn’t belong to her.

Obviously, she didn’t tell Alex I came over, or he would’ve asked me about it.

What a sneaky little bitch.

Her white hair is wavy and messy down her back, and when she opens the fridge, the soft light illuminates her pale, tired face. She yawns, covering her hand with her mouth as she stares into the fridge for a long moment, one hand on the door, propping it open.

I take in the shape of her firm calves, her bare feet. She has pink, chipped polish on her toes. Her pebbled nipples are barely visible beneath Alex’s shirt that’s dwarfing her. Those heart shaped lips, and that pale, slender neck.

I steal another look at the bottom curve of her ass, wondering if right now, Alex’s cum is dripping down her i

I shift quietly in my seat at the table, the lights off in the dining room. No one around to see me as I adjust my dick, bite my lip.

Alex is a fucking idiot, letting her out like this, after what happened to Riha

Maybe I can give him a reminder sooner.

Zara keeps staring into the fridge with a vacant expression on her face.

I run my palms down my thighs as I watch her until I can’t just watch anymore. I stand to my feet, letting my chair legs scrape against the wooden floor.

She turns her head, but otherwise doesn’t move.

Even her expression doesn’t change. She stares into the dark and I don’t know if she sees me or not, but I feel a little unsettled with the way she’s looking at me. Like she can see all of my secrets. I guess, more than anyone else, she can.

Because she’s fucked up, too.

I take a step, the wooden floor cold on my bare feet.

I slide my hands into the pockets of my sweats, the only thing I’m wearing.

She still doesn’t move.

“Zara?” I whisper her name, not wanting to wake Alex up. He’ll ruin this for me, and I’m sure he already got his anyway. Now it’s my turn to finish what he didn’t let me. And if she’s full of his cum, even better.

She tilts her head, a lock of white-blonde hair hanging over one of her eyes, but she doesn’t say a word. Her expression is vacant, and as I step closer, until I’m right beside the fridge door and I can see that her pupils are blown, I realize she’s not staring at me.

She’s staring through me.

I flick my gaze to the sliding glass door beyond her. The lit pool. The calm surface of the water. I think of Riha

A faint chill makes its way down my spine and I almost want to run.

When I look back at Zara’s pale face, those high cheekbones, those empty eyes, “Zara!” I snap, wanting to shake her. The cool air from the fridge is still ru

I close it, knocking her arm out of the way.

She backs up, her movements clumsy, her steps awkward. She slumps against the island in the kitchen and I move toward her, the light from the fridge gone, leaving us only the light from the full moon outside.

Her hands grip the ledge of the island, her eyes on me, but still unseeing.

I reach for her waist, pressing my fingers gently against her, Alex’s shirt beneath my touch. I want to run my hand up her thigh. I want to feel if he’s been here. Inside of her.

I want to touch her scars.

But I don’t.

I step closer, my bare chest against her shirt, my eyes searching for some sign of life in hers.

What is she on?

Whatever it is, I could give her more.

I could take her higher.

I press my brow to hers.

“Zara.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Baby girl,” I try again. She hasn’t said it, but I think she loves when I call her that. Right now, though, she’s just limp in my arms and her breath smells like alcohol. My heart is thudding in my chest and I want to know what she’s on and I want to know where she’s been and what she did, if she fucked Alex, and I can’t—

I can’t stop it.

My hand trails down over her hip bone, to her bare thigh, and then back up, under his shirt.

I try to stop myself. For one single second, I try.

I know Alex thinks I have a lot of self-control. He thinks, between the two of us, I’m the good one.

That’s because he doesn’t fucking know me.

Zara’s skin is soft beneath my fingers and I stare into her eyes as I touch her. She’s like a beautiful little robot, quiet and compliant against me. Unwilling or unable to stop me.

And if she’s not going to, I’m certainly not going to stop myself.

I trail two fingers up her i

Her thigh isn’t damp. I trail higher, brushing my fingers against her smooth, bare pussy. She trembles a little against me, and I feel her chest brush mine as she takes a breath.

I run my fingers up her slit, parting her lips, circling her clit with the pad of my fingers.

I hear her sharp intake of breath, and she shifts her hold on the kitchen island to my shoulders, digging her nails in.

I lock eyes with her.

She blinks.

I move lower, feel the slickness of her against my skin. I want to do more. I want to go further. I’ve watched for so long.

“Eli,” she whispers, and my chest tightens.

“Zara.” I lean back to take in her face.

She bites her lip. She’s awake. She’s conscious.

Her fingers are still on my bare shoulder, and she stands up on her tiptoes, trying to get me closer. Trying to get me inside of her.

“You want me?” I ask her in the dark.

“Yes,” she sighs, angling herself toward my fingers. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want—” She moans as I circle her clit again. “I want you,” she finally manages to say.

“Yeah?” I taunt her, loving the way she’s begging me with her body, rocking her hips forward as I touch her. Her lips part, a soft moan from her mouth making my blood heat. “You want me? Or do you want Alex?”

She gasps, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “You, Eli, you.”

I keep touching her, then slip down my sweats and my boxers, pumping my dick. I’m so fucking hard and I am dying to fuck her but she’s not really—I don’t know if she really wants me. And when I fuck her, I want her to know.

I stroke myself as I rub her, but she’s still on her tiptoes, and she lets go of one shoulder, shoves my hand down.

“You want me inside of you?” I whisper, still pumping my dick, the tip brushing up against Alex’s shirt on her body.

She nods, biting her lip, her eyes on mine.

I push two fingers into her, loving the way she parts for me, tightens around me. And with only that shirt on and nothing else between us, I can smell her. She smells so damn good. So fucking clean.

“Eli,” she moans, bucking her hips against my fingers, her hands behind her now on the counter to keep her upright. “Fuck, Eli.”