Lose Yourself
"Clare...oh fuck...oh Clare."
She watches her lover jerking his hips, rubbing her hip bones, and licking every inch his tongue can reach. He's feeling rather daring; he decides to dig his nails into her waist, and lift her off of him.
A small, distressed whimper sounds the room.
"Get on your knees." He demands, pointing to the cold, concrete floor.
Without hesitation, Clare quickly maneuvers between his legs. He shivers in bliss, feeling her soft curls brushing up against his thighs. The small hairs on his legs stand up, feeling the heat of her breath hit him like a title wave.
Clare smiles triumphantly, feeling the veins in his cock pulsing beneath her soft hand. She begins to slowly stroke up and down, deciding her pace by the sound of his moans.
The two aren't sure what this is, how these feelings came about...but what they do know, is that they aren't complaining.
Without warning, Eli leans down, ripping Clare's shirt down the middle with his teeth. Her head is thrown back, the feeling of his tongue swirling over her skin drives her up a wall.
Clare Edwards has been with many men, and not yet, has she felt such emotion with anyone before. Sex had been always the same; it pleased her into addiction. She felt, she touched, she rubbed, and she left.
She dives down, mouth open, taking all of him in with surprise.
"Marry me." He breathes out, his mind in a sex-crazed haze.
She giggles around his throbbing member, her throat creating a vibration Eli couldn't quite describe. He watched the technique and skill she had to balance between pleasure and pain.
Every now and then between sucking she'll nibble on the tip, then kiss the bite mark better.
"Oh fuck...you're so amazing. Marry. Me. I'll take you away from here. We'll escape. I'll bring you to an island, we can do this until we die. Please." Eli begs through quivering lips. He has lost it; his emotions having peaked in all different directions.
Eli's legs shake, his tense muscles feeling rather weak as they clench and unclench. He's never felt so out of control of his body, and he loves every second of it. The way her tongue flicks over the tip, down to the base drives him insane.
His lanky fingers lace through her curls, tugging at the roots as he grows close to his end.
A "pop" noise is heard when Clare finally detaches her lips from his cock, choking on the shockingly large amount of cum that was shot into her mouth. She laughs manically, staring up at Eli with lust filled eyes.
"Get up asshole."
"What do you mean, Clare?"
"GET THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE!"
Eli's body jerks up into a sitting position, watching Adam staring down at him with an awkward grin on his face. His chest is heaving from his wet dream, a hard on pulsing uncomfortably between his thighs.
"...I don't know who, or what you were dreaming about but we have work. Let's go throbbing python." Adam teased, gesturing to his friends slight dilemma.
Eli let his body slam back down onto his bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling.
He was letting this (supposed to be) one time thing with Clare get to his head. He enjoyed her body, yes. She was very good at what she does, yes. But why was she in his head? This has never happened before, no matter how pleasing a woman was in bed to him.
"...What the fuck?"
CLARE
"If you won't tell me who you had intercourse with, then we'll have no choice but to pair you up in the time-in room." Mr. Kenny declared, guiding a grinning Clare into a white room.
She cocked her head to the side in confusion, as Mr. Kenny continued to push Clare towards a man, who was facing the window.
"Why is she in here?" The voice boomed throughout the room; anger, irritation, and anxiety heard clearly in his voice.
"Mr. Milligan, this is Ms. Edwards. You two have a lot in common, and I'd like you to share your stories with one another. Please Clare, take a seat besides Owen and you two have an hour on the clocks." Mr. Kenny disappeared, and with the click of a door, Owen turned to face Clare, who was busy grinning madly out the window.
"Fucked the janitor?" He asked, smirking in her direction.
"How would you know?" Clare's right brow shot up, wondering how a stranger she's never met before knew about her intimate actions with a certain Elijah Goldsworthy.
"All the patients on the third floor heard you. The walls aren't sound proof, you know." Owen muttered, staring out the bright window, while he clenched his fists, rubbing his thighs over his duck patterned pajamas.
"Well, why are you in here?" Clare asked out of boredom, trying to start a conversation that wasn't all about her.
"I tried to kill myself." He shrugged his shoulders, as if his attempt at suicide was nothing.
"Why'd you try?" She whispered, looking at him for a brief moment.
"Because I wanted to succeed." He hissed, biting back his bottom lip, piercing the skin and licking the blood that seeped into his mouth.
"I was addicted to my girlfriend...the love of my life. I was obsessed with her body; making love to it. She was always so willing at the beginning, and I took advantage of that. We were in love. Every chance I got I'd shove her into a janitors closet, a movie theater bathroom, anywhere and everywhere. I never stopped to see what I was doing to her. I ruined her. Eventually, she didn't want to anymore. I hit her out of impulse. She spent a night in the hospital having the bone in her nose put back in the right place."
Clare saw the tears slipping between his lips, and sobs getting caught in his chest.
"After I realized what the sex urges caused, I wanted to kill myself. I hit a woman. My mom was abused by my father, and after seeing my mother crumble, I promised myself I'd never hit a woman. I hit her. So, I jumped." His lips curled into a smile, recalling the vivid memory.
"Why are you smiling?" She choked out, wiping away the tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I'm smiling because I was so close to death. I jumped off a bridge, smashed through the ice, broke both my ankles. I saw the light, and I felt like I was outside my body, watching myself drown in the water. Bottom line is, you're addicted to sex too and you have to let them help you." Clare shrugged her shoulders, palming her leggings.
Owen reached over, and touched her shoulder.
"Don't let the addiction change your life. Take the addiction, and make it into love. Take it as slow as you can with Eli, no matter how many times you've already had sex. Please, just think about it. You're stuck here anyways for a couple of months, misewell try." He concluded, placing his hand back on his leg.
"...I promise, I'll try my hardest."
She wants to change.
ELI
"They put her in the time-in room? Why?" Adam asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"How the hell would I know? All that I do know is she has been in there over three hours with that fucking Owen Milligan. He probably bent her over and is fuc-."Adam laughed, patting my head, "Little Elijah is jelly of Milligan."
"All I can think about is taking her, turning her around and banging the shi-." Adam's eyes shot open, shaking his hands in front of my face to cut me off.
"Enough! Enough! I get it. Just wait Eli, she'll be out soon."
My eyes darted to the door, watching it open and reveal a smiling Clare Edwards.
"If it isn't the lovely Clare Edwards. How're you doing today my darling?" I tried to play off my extreme paranoia by walking by her side, and holding my broom with one hand.
"Fine." She shrugged my hand off her shoulder, and flashed me a dirty look.
"We can't have sex Eli."
"Whoa, hold up. I didn't even mention anything about sex." I stated, holding my hands up adjacent to my face in surrender.
"...It doesn't matter. You were thinking it. The answer is no, not for a long time. Sorry, I have to go." Without another word, Clare dashed ahead of me, and I could hear the small, hitched sobs coming from her as she vanished through the hallway.
"Baby boy, what'd you do?" I craned my head slowly to my right, to see my grandmother, Mimi.
"...What're you doing here?" My heart raced scarily, listening to the sound of my grandma's voice fill my head. The tone was so soft, so alluring, and so...unrealistic.
"What do you mean, honey?"
"You said you'd stay away...why're you back?" I asked, facing my grandma and watching her knit in her wheelchair. She smiled softly at me, humming a low tune.
"I came to tell you that you need to run after her." She concluded, her fingers fondling with the two needles.
"...B-But this doesn't make any sense. You said you made it back, that you were okay. How're you here if you crossed over?"
She chuckled softly, shaking her head, "My baby is confused and doesn't know what to do when it comes to a woman he's in love with. The block between life and death isn't going to stop me. Don't be silly Elijah."
END OF CHAPTER 4