"Declan... Behave."
"Uh?"
"Your hand" I whisper.
"I can't help myself, I'm sorry" he says as his fingers slowly move up and down my thigh.
"But we are with my parents."
"They are busy talking with their friends, they aren't paying attention to what is happening under the table."
"Declan, please."
"What?" he smirks. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"You know you... Are!" I say, trying to keep my voice low when he gives my thigh a little squeeze.
"Look at the colour of your cheeks. So cute."
"Declan" I warn him once again, his hand now moving all the way up my leg.
"That's my name, yes."
"Stop."
"Don't you want me to keep touching you?" he whispers, that stupid smile still on his face. "I've missed you so much, Eleanor. This preseason has been torture."
"I've missed you too, but this is something to do when we are alone, not here, at a restaurant, and in front of my parents. They already caught us once, remember?"
"Ok, ok. I'll stop" he says, giving my thigh one last squeeze and making me jump.
"Are you alright, Eleanor?" my mum asks.
"Yeah, yeah. I just hit the table while crossing my legs."
"Be more careful next time" she says with a disapproving look before going back to the conversation with her friends.
"You are gonna regret that" I hiss.
"Am I?" Declan smirks.
"You just wait until we are alone."
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"Remember what I told you during dinner?"
"It was a long dinner" Declan says against my neck. The moment we crossed the door of my house, he pushed me against it and started kissing me, his hands all over me.
"I told you you were going to regret what you did."
"Oh, that" he chuckles.
"Yes, that" I reply.
"What are you gonna do?" he asks as he lifts his head, a cocky smile on his lips.
"You'll see. For now, let's go to the living room."
"As the lady commands" he says, still smiling.
When we walk in, I am the one that starts kissing him, slowly moving towards the sofa.
"You won't be needing this" I say, taking off his belt. "Or this" I continue, pulling down his trousers. "Now turn around."
"What?"
"Turn around, Declan."
"Ok, ok."
"Your hands."
"My... hands?"
"Give me your hands, put them on your back."
"Eleanor..."
"Do you trust me?"
"You know I do."
"Then do as I say" I order him. "Perfect, now turn around again" I say after I've used his belt to tie his hands on his back.
"I didn't know you were into these things" Declan says, that smile from before back on his face.
"Neither did I" I confess, pushing him against the sofa and forcing him to sit down.
"Now what?" he asks while licking his lips, looking at me in a way that makes me want to do what I've planned even more.
"Well... I think I'm wearing too many clothes. I won't be needing any of this" I shrug, starting to get undressed.
"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look when you are naked?" he asks, his eyes following my every move.
"A few times" I chuckle.
"Then allow me to remind you that you are gorgeous, Eleanor. With clothes too, don't get me wrong. But like this..." he says, slowly looking from my toes all the way up until our eyes meet. "Like this... I don't know. It's like you were carved by the Gods."
"Ok, enough flattering" I laugh. "Let's get my revenge going."
"Revenge? I thought we were going to fuck."
"Me? Maybe. You... Probably not."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Right or left?"
"What?"
"Answer me, Declan."
"Right, I don't know. What are you going to do, Eleanor?"
"Left it is" I say, sitting on his leg and pulling his boxers all the way up.
"Eleanor..."
"Yes?" I smile.
"Are you going to do what I think you are going to do?"
"Ride your tigh while you can't touch me? I am, yes."
"Fucking hell" he laughs.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I must focus."
"If you allowed me to touch you, you wouldn't need to focus. And it'll be easier to get what you want."
"But you don't deserve to touch me" I say, starting to move my hips against him.
"What if you can't do it on your own?"
"I've done it before."
"With whom? Damiano?"
"Yes" I nod.
"You know, one day you should tell me everything you did with him. We may be missing something good."
"Shut up, Declan."
"Losing your focus?" he smirks.
"Shut... Up."
"You are bitting your lip."
"And?"
"You do that when you want to moan but you can't."
"Nonse... Nonsense."
"C'mon, Eleanor. You said you could do it on your own, right? Let it all out, show me that you don't need me. Or at least not all of me."
"Fuck... You" I say, that you getting mixed with a moan as I'm not able to contain myself anymore.
"Good girl" he smirks. "You can do it, keep going."
"Stop it" I whisper.
"That hurts" he hisses when I dig my nails on his neck, moving my hips faster.
"Good."
"Does this mean that you are close?"
I try to answer him, but I'm just able to nod, another moan leaving my lips.
"You are" he chuckles. If after that he says anything else or keeps teasing me, I don't hear it.
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"Now what?" Declan asks. "I have another leg, so if you want to go there again, do it now. I'm starting to not feel my arms."
"Sorry" I say, my head resting on his shoulder.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
"Very much" I smile.
"Then what? Are you planning on going riding again or..."
"Maybe" I say, lifting my head. "How is your other leg feeling? The one in the middle, I mean."
"Asking for help like my arms."
"Then you are gonna have to choose. What do you prefer, being free, right leg or the one in the middle?"
"Being free and the one in the middle?"
"Nope. Just one thing."
"You are bosy tonight, aren't you?" he chuckles.
"This is what you get for doing what you did earlier."
"Turning you on while having dinner with your parents?" he smirks.
"Exactly."
"What did you want me to do, Eleanor? Your legs were asking to be touched, and I hadn't seen you in weeks. I couldn't help myself!"
"Which is what is happening right now. You can't help yourself."
"So funny" Declan says, rolling his eyes.
"I can help you, tho. So choose."
"I don't know... Whatever tickles your pickle."
"My what?" I laugh.
"Never heard that before?"
"Nope" I laugh again. "But you are the one who has a pickle that is tickling. Should I take care of it?"
"What are you suggesting, your Royal Highness?" he smirks.
"I'm in the mood to go riding again. Will you come with me?"
"Eleanor!" he laughs.
"You have such a dirty mind, Declan Rice " I say, rolling my eyes. "But are you? Yes or no?"
"There's only one way to find out."
"Ok" I say, standing up and pulling down his boxers before straddling him.
"I love you, you know?"
"Are you going all cheesy to make me free your arms?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.
"Maybe... Is it working?"
"It is, yes" I say, giving him a peck before getting rid of the belt. "Better now?"
"So much better. But I wouldn't mind giving it another go some time" he says, grabbing me by my butt and pulling me closer to him, both of us gasping with the movement.
"Another time. Now we have other things to do."
"We do" he says before kissing me as if his life depended on it.
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That following year can only be described as one of the happiest in my life.
Everything in our relationship was perfect, and Declan had one of the best seasons of his career. Even things with my mum were better. But little did we know...