by Bellus, HJ
Eli points a finger at them. “Those new?”
Chloe just nods and then slides down her running pants and drags her panties with them. Her naked body is on display, and Eli only stares and continues to drink in the sight. Chloe uses her big toe to run up the inseam of his shorts, stopping at the bulge and gently nudging it with her foot.
“How can one person be the best and worst mistake of my life?”
Eli runs his hands through his hair, resting them on the back of his head. “You’re going to destroy me, aren’t you, Chloe?”
“I’ll never stop loving you, Eli, never. No matter how far you run, asshole. You’re the one who’s destroyed me.”
“I guess we’re one beautiful wreck then. Here’s to hoping we both survive this.”
Eli slowly covers Chloe’s naked body, taking his time and pressing into her skin. Her tiny hands frame his face, bringing him down to her lips, but before she kisses him she has to tell him something.
“Eli, look at me.” She gives him a few seconds before she continues. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
He tries to reply, but Chloe covers his mouth with her finger. She doesn’t need an explanation of how many women he’s been with. The mere thought threatens to make her sick.
“I’ve waited five years for you to come back to me.”
Chloe’s hands find the elastic waistband of Eli’s shorts, and she slowly slides them down as far as she can. Her legs fall open and relax on the bed, allowing Eli in. He uses one hand to finish removing his shorts. Now skin-to-skin, both are frozen and unable to move. They exchange a look to simply enjoy the moment and feel of being reconnected again.
The sensation is surreal and thrilling. Chloe becomes impatient with Eli’s pace as her hips buck up into him. Eli’s tip brushes her opening, causing her to squeal. The tiny connection turns the couple into complete monsters set on ravishing each other’s bodies. Without warning, Eli slams into her, growling as he does. His body doesn’t move after he’s seated deep in her. Chloe’s eyes slam shut as her fists clutch at the sheets. She tries to move against him, but his hip holds her tight to the bed.
“I promise I’ll last longer next time, baby.”
Eli begins to move in and out, emitting slight growls each time he does. Chloe opens her eyes to watch his face contort with pleasure as he squeezes his eyes shut.
Her hands grip his face and guide him down to her. She licks the length of his lips and then goes in deep for a kiss. His pace quickens. Eli pulls his face from her lips, dipping his head down to her breast.
“Fuck me,” Chloe screams.
Eli keeps his rhythm as he licks a circle around her erect nipple. He makes several paths before his mouth lands on her erect bud and his teeth sink down. Chloe knows Eli’s favorite part of the female body is nipples. Nice large ones he considers candy. He applies the perfect amount of pressure with his teeth, causing a shooting pain, but then pounding into Chloe and making up for the pain.
Chloe’s hips find a perfect rhythm, matching his every thrust and creating a delicious friction. She’s taken care of herself over the years using different battery operated boyfriends, but Eli has definitely nailed her pleasure in record time.
“Oh, oh, oh, I’m going to go.” Chloe’s hips pick up speed as she begins to fall off the edge of pleasure. Her back arches up as she throws her head back into the sheets. Eli buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting down on her flesh. He yells into her as he lets go.
The duo collapses in a sweaty heap. Chloe grinds up into Eli and rides out her last few waves of bliss. Eli moves off of Chloe to rest on his side. She doesn’t let go of him and rolls over to face him. Nose to nose, Eli squeezes his eyes shut, and covers Chloe’s cheek with his large hand.
“I never stopped loving you either, Chloe Jo Thompson. I love you.”
The words crush her, hit her hard like a tsunami, and she doesn’t respond. He knows how she feels, and now she knows too, but the moral of the story is he loves her too much and can’t do his job with her in his life. She doesn’t dare ask the next step, and just relaxes in his arms.
Tangled in the sheets with limbs woven around each other, Chloe and Eli munch on popcorn and watch her chick flicks.
“I still can’t fucking believe you’re making me watch this shit.”
“It’s a classic, baby.”
“Yeah, so is Die Hard or The Terminator.”
She slaps his naked chest then pinches his nipple, giving him one of her favorite titty twisters. It always set him off back in the day, ensuring a surefire wrestling match between the two. In seconds the bowl of popcorn goes flying off the bed while Chloe lands on her back with Eli on top of her.
“Two can play this game.”
Using his pointer and middle fingers, he grasps her nipple and begins twisting. Chloe giggles and then suddenly finds pleasure in the touch. She chalks it up to not having an intimate relationship for five years.
“I think my girl likes this too much.”
Eli drags down the sheet to reveal Chloe’s naked torso. While strumming her nipple, he begins placing kisses all over her stomach and even down lower on her pelvic bone. He comes back up to her nipple, latching on with his teeth while his fingers blaze a hot trail down to her core. They move quickly over her and dive deep inside.
The instant contact makes her wail. Sitting up on her elbows, she watches his lips wrap around her nipple, biting at it while his strong forearm flexes. She squirms, moving against his hand, driving herself closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh no you don’t, Chloe.”
Eli flips her to her belly and covers her with his chest. His cock pushes against her ass. Chloe reaches out for the remote, pausing the movie when she feels hot breath tickle her neck. Eli captures her hips and pulls her up a bit. The closeness of his chest disappears as he sits up on his knees. Chloe peeks back over her shoulder to see him grasping his thick cock in his hands. Their eyes meet, and he gives her a little show of stroking longer and harder. Chloe’s ass shakes as she moans, enjoying her very own peep show.
Eli plants one hand on the bed near Chloe’s head, while the other guides himself into her. Just like the first time, they pause to relish the sensation of being connected again.
“I lied, Chloe. This time is going to be fast and hard because I need it that way.”
Eli makes good on his words as he relentlessly pounds into her. A scream of pain and pleasure escapes her as he continues, not slowing a bit. His right hand wraps around her neck and pulls her up to him, while his other hand is balled in her hair and pulling on it. Eli doesn’t make one attempt to be a lover. He’s raw and punishing, and Chloe soaks up everything he dishes out.
A thrill courses through her as Eli dominates her very being. The pleasantries are over and a raw hunger settles between them. In a sick and twisted way, she devours his harsh touch and embraces the pain. It’s a pain only a lover could give. With one last hair pull, Chloe’s pending orgasm explodes. She feels Eli’s tug become stronger as he releases into her, yanking at her hair.
“Fuck.” His body falls on top of hers. His deep breaths hit Chloe’s ear and tickle her skin. She remains smashed to the bed, sandwiched between the sheets and Eli and enjoying the feel of his skin on hers and his pulsing cock inside her. She’s reminded how good their sex life used to be and how many times he’d taken her in their youth. It didn’t matter if they were in public or not. Eli would find a place and thoroughly fuck her, and when they weren’t fucking, his hands were all over her body. Chloe has been finger banged in almost every location in their hometown.
After several moments, Eli pushes up off the bed, placing a kiss on Chloe’s cheek before standing. The tender gesture is the cherry on top after his demanding fuck. She watches him walk away with her cheek still smashed into the sheets. His naked ass disappears into the bathroom. Chloe smiles to herself when she hears her shower turn on and knows what’s coming next.
“Chloe Jo.”
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“Yes.” She pushes up on her arms, trying to find her balance to even begin to walk.
“Really, all these girly fucking soaps and not one man scent around. Some things never do change.”
She tiptoes into the bathroom and wraps her arms around his waist while resting her cheek on his shoulder blade. “If I had man soap, you probably wouldn’t be standing here.”
“Good point,” Eli’s quick to respond while picking up an oversized bright pink bottle of soap. “But sweat pea and vanilla, really?”
“Or you can smell like sex and me the rest of the evening.”
“Mmm.” Eli whirls Chloe around, facing her. He hides his face in her neck and begins kissing it. “I like that idea, baby girl.”
Chloe tilts her head back slowly, focusing on the white plaster ceiling while Eli’s lips serenade the skin on her neck. “But I want to shower with you.”
“I’ll end up fucking you, Chloe Jo.”
“A girl could get lucky.”
Eli knew he was fucked the moment he started in hot pursuit of Chloe. He tried as fucking hard as he could to stay away, and fuck, he even acted as if he didn’t recognize her. He had to watch the love of his life walk heartbroken from his hotel room in her most stoic way. It fucking killed him.
He never would have thought that on his second daily run he’d bump into her. For Christ’s sake, he’s in fucking L.A., not some tiny town. The forces of the universe were pulling these two souls together, and Eli knows he’s in for the rest of his life. When it comes to Chloe, he can never say no. She is his kryptonite, and he loves devouring her.
His brothers would have his nuts on a silver platter if they only knew where his mind was. Growing up, Eli was always razzed for being the soft heart of the family. It’s not easy being a Sterling brother and known as the softie. He has to walk away from Chloe again, and if he thought the first time was hard, he has no idea what he’s about to face.
His hand runs down her long dark hair, savoring every touch. Nothing will ever compare to having Chloe again. Her cheek is pressed against his chest as she cuddles up next to him and finishes watching her damn show. Eli tries to focus on his phone and the emails he needs to respond to.
Dax and Kam make it hard to concentrate, blowing up his phone with texts and fucking pictures that would make any man blow his load. They’ve found a honey pot somewhere in L.A. with women draping all over them, and even some action photos. Eli can’t count on his fingers and toes how many times he’s seen Dax’s cock being sucked on via still shots. The man has enough pictures to create his own scrapbook. He’s beginning to think Dax’s cock should be considered a national monument.
Eli’s fingers quickly peck out a text telling them to fuck off. His brothers know it’s his way of passing. Eli passes on a lot of his brothers’ excursions. Although he’s not a saint, and has participated in several hotel fucking sessions. It’s the way he became a Mr. Right Now. But during every fuck, suck, and lick, Chloe was on his mind.
Eli’s eyes focus down on her raven locks. His heart misses the blonde ones that used to cover her head. His heart also misses the two naïve, in love teens they once were. He’s distracted by something wet dripping down on his chest.
“Chloe.”
Her hand brushes over her cheeks a couple times then lands back on his chest, making swirly patterns in the tears.
“Are you crying, baby?”
“No.”
“Then what’s going on?” He brushes Chloe’s bangs from her eyes, pinning them back with his fingers. He cranes his neck forward trying to get a peek of her facial expression, but she’s doing a damn good job of keeping it a secret. Her tears are the only indicator of her grief.
“It’s a sad movie.” Her voice is riddled by her overwhelming emotions, causing each word to come out as a gasp.
“Baby.” Eli tries tilting her face up toward his, but Chloe fights him, keeping safely tucked into him.
“It’s sad. He loved her so much he’d never leave her, even after death.”
“What the fuck are you watching?”
Her voice is barely a whisper. “Ghost.”
“Well, turn that shit off.”
“No.” Chloe pops up from Eli’s chest. “It’s my favorite movie and I…”
Eli pulls her up into his lap and forces her to face him. “I’m here, baby. Stop torturing yourself.”
“But you don’t love me enough to stay, do you?”
Motherfucker, can she really read me that closely? She knew his thoughts down to a science. She knows deep down Eli can’t stay and they’ll never work, but it’s what both of them want. Fuck the universe and the powers trying to fuck up their lives.
“Do you hear me?” he asks again.
“I hear you, but don’t trust you.”
“Well, quit watching this fucking shit. It’s ridiculous.”
Chloe’s lips grace Eli’s. “I know it’s easy to walk away from me, but know I’d never do that to you. It hurts my heart that you can’t just love.”
“Change the fucking movie now.” He lifts her to a standing position and sets her on her feet. It breaks his heart when she walks away from him and begins fumbling with the TV. He knows that she knows he’ll walk again, and it fucking sucks to see the love of his life live with that burden.
“Better?” he asks as she crawls over his chest and cuddles right back into him.
“No, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”
Some shit show comes on with an elderly lady and flashbacks from current to past, and Eli knows Chloe hasn’t endured any better situation than the one playing out on the screen. He lets her lie on his chest and silently work out whatever she needs to. He’ll love the fuck out of her until it’s time to move on. In this moment, he just needs his girl, the one who’s always held the key to his heart and made him take each step in life, but he doesn’t have the balls to tell the world, or for that matter, his own brothers.
Chloe’s head snuggles in deep, holding onto him. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to let go.
***
Chloe’s never slept so incredibly hard in her life. Every muscle in her body aches in a wickedly delicious fashion. Her legs stretch out, smoothing over the crumpled sheets. Her toes wrinkle up, releasing some pressure, as her hand searches for Eli. No Eli, only a piece of paper.
Her eyes are open but still filled with sleep as she tries to break the code of letters printed on the paper. The print is easily recognizable as Eli’s.
Chloe Jo,
Had to leave early for business. Didn’t want to wake you, as I think I may have worn you out a bit last night. See you at the hotel around ten.
Always,
Eli Sterling
His print is welcoming to Chloe, but the harsh business tone and formality hurt her. She wants so much more with him and always has. For Christ’s sake, what woman stays single for five years, never sleeping around, from the heartache of her high school sweetheart? Chloe does. She decides to get up and get dressed for the day, knowing she’ll take everything Eli has to offer and be good with that when the time ends.
Rolling over, she reads the alarm clock, which barely turned nine o’clock. With any other client she’d tell them very politely to go fuck themselves, but it’s Eli, and she wants to see him. Her muscles weren’t playing any tricks on her; they’re sorer than sore as she pads into the bathroom. Her eyes go straight to her shower and all the feelings come back to her. Eli made good on his promise and took her twice in there, both times rough and aggressive. Her thighs squeeze shut remembering the amazing sensations.
Chloe takes her time getting ready to meet Eli, paying extra special attention to her very tender lady parts. She forgoes her morning running, knowing she’ll be getting enough cardio in today. She’s heard the rumors and wild stories of the Sterlings and their hotel, and can’t wait to find herself in the middle of one. Her nasty thoughts shock her, and even Chloe has to admit it’s insane how fast Eli has hypnotized her
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She fiddles with the hem of her skirt on the ride to the hotel, paying close attention to the buildings passing by and the blocks remaining on the ride. She’s wearing her shortest skirt, and she knows it’s risky. She definitely gets all the attention in the office on days she wears it. Her top hugs her breasts and reveals ample cleavage. She was impressed with how much Eli admired them last night. Her top definitely doesn’t classify as business attire, but going to her clients’ fuckpad on a Sunday probably doesn’t classify as business, or at least that’s how she played it out in her head.
The same hotel attendant waits for her on the sidewalk, tapping his white gloves together rhythmically. He’s at her door opening it for her before she has the chance to pay for her cab.
“Ma’am.”
He holds the door wide open, allowing Chloe plenty of room to exit and offering her a steady arm.
“How did you know I was coming?”
“Mr. Sterling, ma’am.”
Chloe shakes her head with all sorts of questions she wants to ask Eli rattling around in it. Stepping into the elegant lobby, she notices several people bustling around in more casual dress than last night. The overpowering waterfall catches her attention, and sitting on the edge is Eli. He’s dressed in worn blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. She feels her cheeks warm as she realizes she’s way overdressed for the day.
Eli signals her, waving his hand in the air, and she chuckles to herself. Like she’d ever miss a Sterling. Her heels click loudly as she walks over to him. She’s thankful for the constant roar of the fountain to mask some of the noise.
“I do believe we have a meeting, sir.” The toes of Chloe’s black heels come to an abrupt stop in front of his sneakers. Eli clutches a coffee cup in one hand and picks up another sitting by him and offers it to her. Chloe takes it without a word. When she brings the cup to her lips and lets the warm beverage tumble down her throat, she’s ecstatic that he remembered the exact coffee she drank. Hell, it might be the best coffee she’s had in five years.
