Game

Tobe's POV

Since this morning I could think of nothing else but the feelings Eli made me feel. So unfamiliar but passionately accepted.
I literally craved for him now - it was so peculiar, to long for someone in...that kind of way. Every little thing he did now made my skin burn like it was incinerated. Perhaps that was his intention after all.
He was sifting through various fast food menu's and he bit his lip when he contemplated a dish.
Before long he gave three to me and said, 'I don't mind anything from these three.'
I wasn't even interested in the food. I licked my dry lips and only nodded, I leaned forward on the couch as he sat on the floor by my legs. He watched me intently as if he knew what I was thinking when I moved my leg to brush his shoulder.
I didn't miss the smirk either.
'Chinese is fine,' I said throwing the other two menus on the coffee table in front of us and began looking through their dishes. I usually went with chow mein so I told him my order and then rested my head back on the headrest of the sofa.
I needed to cool off. Immediately. I still had tonight and most of tomorrow with him, I couldn't be thinking dirty things about him for that long.
Something struck my mind and I excused myself upstairs while Eli ordered. Digging out my phone, I dialled the familiar number and waited impatiently for her to answer.
'Hey Tobe.'
'Gabe,' I exclaimed in a hushed voice so he wouldn't hear me from downstairs, 'I need your help.'
Hearing her sigh, she spoke, 'it hurts for like a few minutes but it wears off. Always use a condom. Don't believe him when he tells you the backdoor is more pleasurable. It isn't. And if you wanna fake it, just scream for like a few seconds and then smile as if sated.'
I took the phone away from my ear for a minute before putting it back, 'okay, none of that is what I wanted help with but thanks.'
'Oh,' she giggled, 'what is it?'
'He touched me.' I realized how that sounded and elaborated, 'you know, down there, it was over the bathing suit but my Gosh, Gabe, I can't stop thinking about it.'
'Did he make you orgasm?'
'No, he was so close though. He said I wasn't ready but I think I am. Not... you know, maybe all the way but my God, I want him.' I should've been embarassed by these confessions but with Gabe, I wasn't. I'd never felt this way before but I knew she must've understood what I was talking about.
'Hmm,' she pondered and I glanced at the doorway, I couldn't hear Eli talking to the chinese place anymore. He was probably wondering where I was.
I sat on the bed and tapped my foot awaiting her response.
'Did he have a hard on?'
'Yes,' I answered and blushed when I remembered the tent in his shorts this morning. 'He went to shower to get rid of it.'
Gabe seemed impressed, 'wow. Alright, just touch him as much as possible. Don't come across as desperate. Just touch him innocently. He's turned on by you. Use it to your advantage.'
I couldn't believe I was listening to this but it was beginning to make sense. I nodded and bid her goodbye before returning downstairs.
Eli was sat on the sofa, 'where did you go?'
'Checking in at home.'
I took a seat next to him and he brushed my hair aside a little taking a look at the mark he'd given me yesterday night. It was fading from the red blotchy mark it had been but it was turning yellow as if I'd been punched in the neck.
Leaning back on the arm on the opposite side, I rested my legs over his lap as he flicked aimlessly through the channels.
Gabe's words were flooding my head. I was completely inexperienced but this morning had given me a huge boost of confidence. I just had to hope I didn't come across as a complete idiot.
Innocently, I moved my leg up and rested it more on his thigh. His eyes didn't even stray from the television and I resisted a pout.
Shifting, I tried again with the other foot. Both feet were now placed on his thigh. Once again, Eli's green eyes didn't even flicker to them or me.
I was beginning to get impatient now. I moved my back further down the couch but as I did, my foot slipped and it hit Eli's crotch.
Hearing him cry out, I moved upwards apologizing profusely. My cheeks were red, I was so mortified.
I sat indian style on the sofa stroking his back with my palms, he was leaning forward cradling his package in his hands.
Breathing heavily he turned to me with a slightly annoyed but breathy laugh, 'what was that for? If you didn't want to watch Bones all you had to do was say.'
Laughing, I rested my head against his shoulder, 'I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen!'
He furrowed his brows, 'what was supposed to happen? You were supposed to kick my face?'
I smiled awkwardly, 'it was supposed... supposed to be sexy.'
'Tobe,' he said and laughed, 'you are sexy. You don't have to try. In fact, the things you do without trying to be sexy makes you sexier.'
'Really?' I was grinning now, proud I was able to appeal to him visually rather than he think I'm 'cute.'
Eli was suddenly on top of me, his body pressing mine into the sofa, his lips attached to my own moving with such ferocity, I almost pushed him off of me.
Before long, I let my body take over and I responded just as passionately. His hands went straight to my thighs and hooked them around his waist. I couldn't help but throw my hands in his dark hair, tugging on it, he seemed to like it, he groaned in the hollow of his throat and pressed himself further on top of me.
It wasn't hurting, in fact it made me feel protected. It was kind of erotic with his body weight against mine, not an inch of space between us.
When breathing became necessary, his lips didn't stray and instead went to my jaw and neck. His crotch was pressing against mine and I could feel the tent in his jeans once more.
I knew I wasn't ready to go the whole way and I think Eli got that. He took off his shirt so his bare torso was against my body. I was in my tank top and jeans.
He made no move to remove my top which I was thankful for. Instead he trailed his hands down my chest, to my jeans and unbuttoned them. I was too intoxicated by him and these feelings to pay attention to what his hands were doing.
However, when I felt his long fingers under the material of my underwear, I moaned out loud. Eli was smirking against my neck as he continued to grind his crotch against me while he pressed his fingers against my heat.
I was expecting him to pull away and thankfully, he didn't. I continued to tug on his hair before moving my hands down his back, my breath was coming out in harsh pants and he was breathing heavily against my neck.
It was the unusual but erotic feeling of his finger sliding between my folds that made me open my eyes in pure ecstasy.
I welcomed the feeling that overwhelmed my senses and set my skin alight with fire.
With this happiness also came selfishness when I realized Eli must be in physical pain with the hardness that was protruding from his jeans and he couldn't release it. He was still grinding on me but I could tell he wasn't nearly in the same ecstasy bubble that I was.
I reached around to his front and unbuttoned his jeans. Eli was licking my neck while I whispered it was okay and I was fine.
Zipping them down, I felt the black cotton material of his boxers and I pressed my hands against his member. Eli rested his sweaty forehead on my flushed neck and moaned.
His fingers were still working their magic on my folds and pressing against intimate places that made warmth flood between my legs. As I palmed him through his boxers in the same pace as he was working me, I felt it pulse under my hand.
My brain was barely functioning but it was able to comprehend responsible decisions. I knew where this was going, how it was going to end, Eli did too.
I was okay with it. I was more than okay with it.
Flicking the waistband with my other hand, I delved my hand inside and smirked when Eli groaned long and throaty as I gripped him with my hand.
I wasn't sure what I was doing but moving my hand as he was moving his fingers seemed to please him, I continued and took pleasure in his throaty gasps. Before long the pleasure was building in between my legs like a tidal wave building into a tsunami.
I was moaning out loud now and I threw my head back to allow Eli to kiss and nip at it. I was rubbing him quite fast now and I felt him pulse under my finger tips, it was like it was throbbing. For me. I'd made him into this quivering mess. His ministrations between my legs built pace and it was like stars exploded in front of my eyes, sparkling into a night sky.
The pleasure inbetween my legs he'd made just by his fingers was indescribable and one last tug from my hand made Eli grunt as wet, sticky liquid covered the inside of his boxers. I felt it against my leg as it seeped through his jeans.
I removed my hand and we lay there, panting, trying to comprehend the pleasure that had just been caused by both of us. It was like a firework show. When it was over, you're so mystified you just don't want to leave yet.
Only this was much better than a firework show.
'We need to get cleaned up,' Eli leaned his head up, his eyes were sparkling and he was grinning sheepishly.
'Yeah,' I cleared my throat and let out a breathy laugh. Eli joined me. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable between us. We were satisfied, content with that happened. I didn't regret a single second of it.

I was sat on the bath tub drying my hair from the shower before Eli knocked once. I was in my leggings and pjama top, he walked in after my say so in just jogging bottoms, his hair damp from the shower he'd had downstairs.
'You okay?' The look in his eyes made me feel the same feelings as before but instead of acting on them this time, I only grinned and nodded.
'I'm more than okay.'
'You're hot when you moan.'
My cheeks burned but I didn't look away, 'you too.'
He laughed, 'so, was that... was that your first...?' He trailed off but I knew what he was asking.
I nodded and stood up to peck his cheek, 'yes Ellison. You're the master behind my first orgasm. Congratulations.'
His smug smile made me roll my eyes, 'come on, the delivery guy has been knocking for ten minutes.'