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back of her skull off the lockers, looking enormously frustrated. He bites her inner thigh, and she jumps. “ Yes , but.”
    “No buts, princess.” He slides the finger back inside her, relieved to find her just as wet as she was a minute ago. “Gotta be fast. Like I said, you wanna stop me, stop me.”
    “Not fair,” Addie whimpers, sliding both hands through his hair and yanking hard. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to—” She cuts herself off, frustrated. Eli’s brain fills in all the flattering possibilities, stay quiet and keep calm , but he’s pretty sure she means something more basic.
    Which—huh. He sucks at the sweaty join of her thigh, nosing to see if he can get those legs any wider. She’s locked in pretty tight with the spandex, and Eli’s not enough of an asshole to try to pull them down farther. “I’ll make sure you’re fast, how about?” he promises, pressing his mouth against the hair. He can barely even see any pink with her legs this close. “I’m good at it.”
    “Oh, you’re good at it, okay,” Addie starts, then breaks off with a squeak as he fits his tongue in against her. “Shit, Eli.”
    “Taste good,” he tells her, voice muffled. She does, she tastes so good, the smell of her sharp and thick and salty. Eli uses his free hand to open her up, get better access to her clit. “Relax,” he murmurs, pushing his whole face against her for a second, nose and tongue and chin. She’s going to make him messy. “I’ll do it real fast.” He curls the finger that’s still inside, and Addie whimpers.
    “Fast,” she repeats weakly. Her thighs are shaking. “So fast.”
    “Mm-hmm,” Eli promises, mouth still pressed against her. He works another finger in alongside the first, nice and easy. She’s breathing so hard. “Relax,” he says again, which is a thing that used to drive Chelsea crazy, I’d relax a lot faster if you’d stop freaking telling me to , but once Eli says it he stiffens his tongue and twists his fingers and the noise Addie makes then—yeah. He stops thinking about his ex-wife pretty quick.
    “Shit,” Addie murmurs, one hand still fisted in his hair but the other traveling up to press against her mouth and her neck and her forehead, then over her mouth again like she’s trying to hold in another sound. She rolls her eyes even as Eli feels her rock herself against his tongue for the first time.
    There you go , he thinks and doesn’t tell her—he’s busy, his mouth and his fingers and fuck , everything about her is turning him on so much. He wasn’t being a dickhead before, this is actually a thing he’s pretty good at. He loves doing it, has always loved it, is happy to do it to any girl but there’s something about doing it to Addie that’s different, and Eli doesn’t know what exactly it is. It’s not about proving something, it’s not about forgetting for twenty minutes. He just really, really wants to get her off.
    She wants it too. Jesus. She’s concentrating now, eyes squeezed shut and her bottom lip clamped hard between her teeth. “Oh my God,” she says, so quiet he almost doesn’t hear. “Please.”
    Please what , Eli thinks about asking. Instead he sucks at her clit, starts fucking her harder with his fingers. She was subtle about getting there last time so now he’s paying attention, her tense thighs and her breathing, her pretty, fierce face knitted together. She’s started to move with him, just gently, like she’s worried about throwing off the rhythm. Eli presses down hard on her clit, and she bangs her head off the lockers again.
    “That,” she gasps, rocking on his tongue. “Oh God, do that.” Her voice is choked, the hand that isn’t in his hair fisted on top of her mouth.
    Bingo .
    “Shh,” he murmurs, pulling away for a split second. “Stay quiet.” Then he spreads her out with his fingers and goes for it hard, strong licks at her clit that make Addie whimper through her nose and shake. Ten seconds