Eliana had heard her friend was back in town. That handsome A-list celebrity, Cecil Lovette. With a name like Lovette, you can bet the dude was smoking and entertaining to boot. She'd worn something more colorful today than she normally did, something to match her chipper mood. A bright red tank top over a small pink tank top and black jean shorts with long, knee-high boots. Damn good outfit for a damn fantastic day.
Eli didn't come to his home empty-handed, of course. She wasn't rude enough to come knocking on his door when he didn't know she was even coming over and not bring something. She held a good bottle of champagne tied in a cute little pink bow with red hearts. Get it? Because Lovette? Eli rarely told people when she planned to come by. Who wouldn't want her over, after all? She was awe-inspiring! She would wait patiently, almost doll-like with the smile she wore and the position she had taken up. She was standing very straight.
"Wooohooo, Lovette! Your number one fan and friend is here to welcome you back to Manta Carlos," she sang as she stood on her toes. Twitter was an impressive tool. She followed him and practically stalked his page. To be fair, she stalked a lot of people's pages and messages. She had known when he would be coming to Manta Carlos, and she'd sprung as early as she could. That was just the way of things. She had to show that she loved him more than everyone else. It was also the way to get all the best gifts and the most attention from people. You had to make them think of you constantly, which meant making them feel special.
The long flight from California to Manta Carlos was exhausting, and he'd spent a good few nights in bed with his boyfriend as soon as he'd arrived. God, they had to rip the other one away, it was ridiculous. He was so smitten he totally forgot to update his twitter about it until recent. His excitement for going back to the island was real, and he hoped his old College buddies would take the hint and visit him. Sure, he had recently acquired A-list prestige recently, but he was still the same old guy they smoked pot with in empty classrooms.
He spent the whole day in his penthouse. It was a sweet deal, and the best part was that he was miles away from his parents, living at the bustling heart of the city with a stunning view over the skyline. It wasn't too extravagant. He didn't really see the point of that. But it was stylish and nicely decorated, and it gave off the impression of opulence for sure.
He was sitting near a window, scruffy and wearing only a silk robe, organizing his schedule for the week when he heard someone at the door.
He heard the singing. Oh, he knew who that was!
He flung open the door and wrapped Eliana in a big hug. "Eli! Good to see your doll face around town! You're adorable as always. How are you?" He gestured for her to come in. "Please, please, make yourself comfy. Don't mind my, uh —" He gestured at his current state. "— everything. I should've expected you after I made that tweet, right? How careless of me."
He spent the whole day in his penthouse. It was a sweet deal, and the best part was that he was miles away from his parents, living at the bustling heart of the city with a stunning view over the skyline. It wasn't too extravagant. He didn't really see the point of that. But it was stylish and nicely decorated, and it gave off the impression of opulence for sure.
He was sitting near a window, scruffy and wearing only a silk robe, organizing his schedule for the week when he heard someone at the door.
He heard the singing. Oh, he knew who that was!
He flung open the door and wrapped Eliana in a big hug. "Eli! Good to see your doll face around town! You're adorable as always. How are you?" He gestured for her to come in. "Please, please, make yourself comfy. Don't mind my, uh —" He gestured at his current state. "— everything. I should've expected you after I made that tweet, right? How careless of me."
Eliana's eyes swept over him, taking in the silk robe and scruffy appeal. Nope, even like this the man was still one of the most attractive she'd ever seen. "Please, Cecil, even like this you know you're one of the finest lookin' things on the island."
He didn't have to tell her twice to make herself at home; Eliana already had the tendency to do that. First, she thrust the champagne his way before settling on his comfortable couch. "Even if you hadn't made the tweet, I'd have been here sooner or later. I stalk you that way." She winked at the last line, watching him from her place on the sofa, in the same way, a predator watched its prey.
Eliana wasn't one of Cecil's college buddies. She had never attended college and dropped out of high school as soon as demonly (get it, like humanly? But for demons? Laugh. It's a joke.) possible. That wasn't to say she hadn't smoked pot with plenty of college students in empty classrooms. She had done that plenty. It was the attending classes part she wasn't into.
After only a moments worth of sitting, Eliana was up and strolling to Cecil's kitchen with a rhythmic sway to her hips. She sorted through his cabinets in search of glasses for their alcohol. "How was the trip here? You settlin' in all right? You look all limber and glowy." She flashed him a quick smile over her shoulder.
One she'd found them some glasses (didn't matter what kind they were, fancy or no) she danced her way back over to him to pop the champagne and pour them each a healthy dose of it. She rose hers in a toast.
Cecil took the gift and turned it around to look at the bow. There were little hearts. How charming! He laughed at the compliment, holding the bottle close. "Aw, I'm so charmed. I owe you presents too, firecracker. Watch out for it." He winked. He was thinking literal fireworks outside her suite. He was sure she'd appreciate flashy. "You go to my suite in those jeans and you say stuff like that. Always the flatterer, aren't you?"
He joined her to look for drinking glasses, shamelessly glancing at the way her hips moved as she walked. She was always so lively, the type of girl he'd want to take out dancing. He poured the champagne into the glasses when they found them, troublesome things. He raised the glass. "To good health, good weed, getting wasted on Saturday nights, and you, my dear." He clinked their glasses together and downed it. Ah, it was good to have warmth spreading around his limbs.
"Oh, right, speaking of good weed." He raised a finger, digging through his bar and pulling out a ziplock full of pot. Klaus was really good at getting this sort of stuff. He grinned, shaking the ziplock. "Got this from Klaus. Do you know him? He's a doll, I love him." Klaus was all over his apartment if one looked close enough, from the roses inside vases to the very robes he was wearing. These were all presents.
"So how have you been? Still crazy? Any fun stories? Got any hot new lovers to talk about?"
He joined her to look for drinking glasses, shamelessly glancing at the way her hips moved as she walked. She was always so lively, the type of girl he'd want to take out dancing. He poured the champagne into the glasses when they found them, troublesome things. He raised the glass. "To good health, good weed, getting wasted on Saturday nights, and you, my dear." He clinked their glasses together and downed it. Ah, it was good to have warmth spreading around his limbs.
"Oh, right, speaking of good weed." He raised a finger, digging through his bar and pulling out a ziplock full of pot. Klaus was really good at getting this sort of stuff. He grinned, shaking the ziplock. "Got this from Klaus. Do you know him? He's a doll, I love him." Klaus was all over his apartment if one looked close enough, from the roses inside vases to the very robes he was wearing. These were all presents.
"So how have you been? Still crazy? Any fun stories? Got any hot new lovers to talk about?"
"Like I'd come over not lookin' my best." Eliana gave a cute little cry. "Especially when you go off sayin' things like 'charmed.' C'mon, give some of us a chance here." When she noticed how his eyes strayed to her hips, she put on more of a show for him, standing on the tip of her toes to better show-off the definition of her waist and allow her tank top to ride up and give him a peek of her smooth stomach. He need not worry about shamelessness around Eli.
When they had their glasses set up, she linked her arm with his to keep them close as they downed the alcohol. She made sure to slip in a quick, "and you," before he could drink. She kept eye contact with him. The champagne left a burning trail down her throat; she had always loved that about this drink, but she was made warmer by the fact that they were so close. She gave a minxish grin.
Eliana quickly slipped her arm from his as he went off in search of his weed. Mostly, Eliana smoked it to look cool. The flavor wasn't anything special, and it didn't give her any kind of buzz, but drugs were a constant source of lust, so it just seemed like a smart move to be around those who used. Drugs made good people do bad things.
When Cecil mentioned Klaus, Eliana took a look around the room. She hadn't really noticed the roses before then, or she had, but they had been unimportant. Roses were the flower of love; it didn't seem odd to her that Cecil had them, but now that he'd mentioned Klaus... well. "Know him? Of course!" her attention snapped back to Cecil. "We're close actually." She contemplated mentioning Klaus was her brother, but she didn't feel like it right then.
"I'm always crazy," Eli told Cecil, attention diverted. She closed the distant between them and went to snatch the bag of weed from him to give it a closer look. An excuse to be close to him. "Yes to both those questions, but I'd rather get the party started," she shook the bag, "before we get on about crazy stories. You know how weird they can get. You might wanna be sittin' down for them."
Eliana walked with a slight bounce to her step and sat on his couch, turned toward him. "And you; I want to hear all about your travels and everything you've been doing."
She sure knew how to pack a compliment. He had to resist clutching his chest. A girl after his own heart. He laughed. "Should I aspire to be less handsome? Doesn't sound doable to me, darling."
When she got close, he used the opportunity to put his hand on her waist with a finger pressing to the exposed skin. He smirked, eyes flitting from her eyes to her lips, hoping she'd get the signal. He grabbed a pipe, a lighter and the rest of the champagne, following her into the couch. He sat back and lit the pipe full of weed, offering it to her. A little daringly, he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into his lap, hand lingering. Wasn't this much better?
"Small world then," he said, smiling. "Of course, of course. It would be good to have a buzz going for this sort of thing, wouldn't it?" When she was done with the pipe, he began smoking, sucking it in greedily and letting the weed burn his lungs. He coughed a couple of times, feeling the haze. It would take half an hour to kick in, but until then, they could get fucking smashed.
"My new movie's coming out on September, did you hear?" He laughed. "Got into business deals with Pepsi and now my face is going to be on every 711 cardboard stand. Hope you like my hot ass in a cat suit, because you'd be seeing a lot of it. What about you, babe?"
When she got close, he used the opportunity to put his hand on her waist with a finger pressing to the exposed skin. He smirked, eyes flitting from her eyes to her lips, hoping she'd get the signal. He grabbed a pipe, a lighter and the rest of the champagne, following her into the couch. He sat back and lit the pipe full of weed, offering it to her. A little daringly, he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into his lap, hand lingering. Wasn't this much better?
"Small world then," he said, smiling. "Of course, of course. It would be good to have a buzz going for this sort of thing, wouldn't it?" When she was done with the pipe, he began smoking, sucking it in greedily and letting the weed burn his lungs. He coughed a couple of times, feeling the haze. It would take half an hour to kick in, but until then, they could get fucking smashed.
"My new movie's coming out on September, did you hear?" He laughed. "Got into business deals with Pepsi and now my face is going to be on every 711 cardboard stand. Hope you like my hot ass in a cat suit, because you'd be seeing a lot of it. What about you, babe?"
Eliana understood, and she wanted to kiss him just as bad as he wanted to be kissed. She'd hold his shoulders as she stood higher to give him a quick, hot kiss. Eli did want him to get his lighter, pipe, and ass on the couch, though, so she left that particular kiss there. There would be more to come, and that was a promise.
When offered the pipe, Eliana was quick to take it and suck in a long lungful of the drug. It slipped from between her lips in a continuous string, until she was pulled into straddling his waist when she laughed hard enough for the smoke to filter out and mask her face briefly.
"Oh man," she said, voice somewhat scratchy. "I haven't smoked weed since the last time we talked. Way too fuckin' long, I'd say." As he told her about his new job opportunity, Eliana took the chance to lean forward and work a hickey in the crook of his neck. Just a subtle sign of ownership, she'd say.
"Mostly scamming people," she said lightly as if it were entirely normal. She didn't lean back far enough to see his face; she kept her nose buried in his warm skin. "You know me. I'm making connections and getting things from them. I got into a relationship 'cause I tricked a guy into stealing from some couples house. Was pretty hilarious. Didn't expect the night to end up that way, that's for sure."
"That so? I can't imagine not getting blazed for more than a week. With my job, I probably would've strangled someone on set." Well, he did do that, but not because of his job. He took the pipe again and blew rings of smoke into the air. The room was starting to look hazy, and that was just how he liked it. He laughed as he felt her lips on him, a hand climbing up from under her tank tops to unhook her bra.
Cecil laughed at the story, eyebrows raised. "Really. God. Steal anything good? I know a fence here if you don't already have one."
His hands went back up to squeeze her breasts together, lazily feeling her up, until they were spilling out from her shirt, bending over to kiss them and suck on her nipples. He couldn't help chuckling at the bra she was wearing. "Lovette. Oh god, that's cute. You rascal."
He trailed kisses to her neck, pulling her closer by the ass. "My turn to share? Hm. Well. During my concert tour, I meet this girl. French. You know how the French are, they're freaks in bed, right?" He undid the front of her jeans to slip his hand into her underwear, drawing circles around her clit. He kissed her exposed shoulder, languid strokes picking up, more urgent. "So this girl asks me to fuck her in her apartment. She's smoking hot, I do, my mouth's all over her, on her lips, teeth, pussy —" He buried his face on her cleavage to demonstrate. "— I fuck her into her bedside table and she opens her second floor window, screaming into the street, Lovette, Lovette, Lovette."
He chuckled and settle down, pulling his hand from her underwear, sucking his fingers one by one, tasting. "A lady throws her shoe at her window. She screams: the concert isn't until another week, idiot." He grinned. "How was that? Think I can nail stand up comedy?"
Cecil laughed at the story, eyebrows raised. "Really. God. Steal anything good? I know a fence here if you don't already have one."
His hands went back up to squeeze her breasts together, lazily feeling her up, until they were spilling out from her shirt, bending over to kiss them and suck on her nipples. He couldn't help chuckling at the bra she was wearing. "Lovette. Oh god, that's cute. You rascal."
He trailed kisses to her neck, pulling her closer by the ass. "My turn to share? Hm. Well. During my concert tour, I meet this girl. French. You know how the French are, they're freaks in bed, right?" He undid the front of her jeans to slip his hand into her underwear, drawing circles around her clit. He kissed her exposed shoulder, languid strokes picking up, more urgent. "So this girl asks me to fuck her in her apartment. She's smoking hot, I do, my mouth's all over her, on her lips, teeth, pussy —" He buried his face on her cleavage to demonstrate. "— I fuck her into her bedside table and she opens her second floor window, screaming into the street, Lovette, Lovette, Lovette."
He chuckled and settle down, pulling his hand from her underwear, sucking his fingers one by one, tasting. "A lady throws her shoe at her window. She screams: the concert isn't until another week, idiot." He grinned. "How was that? Think I can nail stand up comedy?"
The room wasn't something Eliana was paying attention to anymore. Hell, she wasn't even present in the sense that she should have been. She was intoxicated by Cecil's lust, drinking it up the longer her lips met his skin. She loved this, their casual banter all while his hands explored her body and she lay claim to his neck and shoulders with rough bites and hickeys.
"Nah," she informed him, hands trailing up the flat of his stomach to slowly reveal more of his skin. Eliana would undo his robe. She wanted more than anything to explore his abdomen with her tongue, her lips, her hands, but he was touching her in such a way that she thought it better to wait, to relish in his attention. "I just stole it because they wouldn't sell it to me. Also, it's always good to have a backup fence, so give me the dude or dudette's number."
She held the back of his head, hands tangled in his satin locks. She twirled her fingers to further control where he may or may not go. For now, she didn't restrict him. Cecil knew exactly where to touch a girl when to be tender or rough. He was nearly as good a lover as she was. "I knew the shirt would be coming off sooner or later tonight. I'm just glad it was sooner. No pussyfootin' and all."
Eli was already wet and ready to go by the time his hand slipped into her pants, and his finger drew circles around her clit. It didn't take a lot for Eliana to get turned on; she went from zero to one hundred in only a few seconds. That's not to say his touch was unwelcome; she bore more of her neck for him, baring all the skin she could. She was more than happy to fling her shirt and bra across the room.
Eliana wiggled, using her knees to frantically pull the robe further from his body. She didn't want to break away from him, not even to tear his robe off. A second would be too long without him. Her hands crept further until she could grasp his cock, stroking him. When his hands were free of her underwear, Eliana slipped one of her hands in, wetting it with her juices and lubricating him once she resumed jerking him off.
"I think you could nail anything, Cecil," she purred, voice dripping with suggestion. She'd lean forward to nuzzle her nose to his.
Cecil had to laugh. "That's right. I'm not dumb enough to think we're both virgins here." He placed a kiss on her throat, generously displayed as it was. Her hand on his already hard cock was welcome, but he needed more, always more. He pulled his hand away from his pants, tasting his fingers for a bit as he poured himself more champagne and drank from it, offering the rest to her. God forbid he get whiskey dick right then, but he didn't drink nearly enough to wind up an embarrassing flaccid mess, and the heat growing in his stomach made him more sensitive, not less.
Nail anything, huh?
"How about I nail you?" Cecil, laughing, placed the glass down and circled his arms around her waist. With a quick movement, he switched their positions so she was lying down on the couch with her legs around his waist. He climbed on top of her and pressed her breasts together, burying his face in them, placing impatient kisses and sucking on her nipples.
They said certain people bring you back to certain time. Cecil felt very young, like he was back in his first years in College. Eli, sweet Eli, stayed the same after all this time even if he didn't.
"Eli, baby! I missed you and your perky little ass." He got her pants and underwear off in a jiffy, playfully slapping her ass before going down on her, lips working on sucking her clit while he massaged her g-spot.
Nail anything, huh?
"How about I nail you?" Cecil, laughing, placed the glass down and circled his arms around her waist. With a quick movement, he switched their positions so she was lying down on the couch with her legs around his waist. He climbed on top of her and pressed her breasts together, burying his face in them, placing impatient kisses and sucking on her nipples.
They said certain people bring you back to certain time. Cecil felt very young, like he was back in his first years in College. Eli, sweet Eli, stayed the same after all this time even if he didn't.
"Eli, baby! I missed you and your perky little ass." He got her pants and underwear off in a jiffy, playfully slapping her ass before going down on her, lips working on sucking her clit while he massaged her g-spot.