• Due to Wattpad removing my book, "F*ck Me Sideways", I'm uploading each bonus chapter into their respective book. Enjoy •

"Are you fucking done yet?"

Mia rolled her eyes and adjusted the snug green material around her midsection. It was doing a funny curl right above her muffin top. She smoothed it out and pulled at the seams of the stretchy dress to bring it down to the right length at her knees. There we go.

She turned and looked at herself in the mirror in the dressing room, ignoring the impatient sigh she heard outside. Zoe was supposed to take her shopping, but at the last minute she had gotten her period and chosen to stay home. Nothing was worse than trying on clothes with a leak between your legs, ergo, she had been forced to find a replacement fashion judge... although Eli was perhaps the wrong one to bring since he preferred shredding her clothes rather than admiring them.

But, Mia figured since he was the reason they were here shopping in the first place, he might as well endure the torture of being her shopping bag mule out front in the waiting area.

Pulling the curtain away, she stepped out and did a twirl for him. Eli shifted his eyes after what appeared to be a catatonic staring into the ceiling with his head bent back against the wall. Upon her walking out and showing him the dress she had picked, he let his eyes glide over it.

"So? What do you think?" Mia asked. She personally liked this one. It was a tube tight jade green dress that hugged her curves nicely. It had a V-cut down the middle and had an appropriate length. Not so long she couldn't move, and not so short her thong showed when she sat down. She looked expectantly at Eli and awaited his approval.

"Looks fine," He boredly replied. After a brief glance, he turned his eyes away again and fished out his phone. He started typing away.

Again, Mia had to roll her eyes. She loved him, but sometimes she wished he would take more interest in her and not justher pussy. Or at least pretend to. Maybe if she printed out a mathematical riddle and pasted it on her stomach, he'd take a second glance.

She was just about to head back into the changing room when a whistle suddenly sounded from the open store front. Glancing to her side, she saw four guys passing by the store inside the mall, looking in at her. They were all in loose-fitting T's and low-hung pants. One even wore a cap. They grinned at her and gave her some rather suggestive catcalls.

Funny thing was, the old Mia would've sneered at them and called them pervs, but now, she almost just wanted to laugh andpose for them. At least they cared enough to voice their honest opinion.

But of course, right as she thought that, a certain person decided to wake up and step in front of her. Her eyes lifted and she had to suppress a smirk as Eli stepped up and glared out at the boys. They couldn't have been more than 18-19. At the sight of Eli, in all his muscular, tattooed glory, appearing from his spot behind the wall, their amused faces fell. He gave them one simple look and suddenly they were on their merry way.

Mia crossed her arms as they ran off, then watched Eli turn around to look at her. Of course now he suddenly showed her some interest. She pursed her lips. "You are so goddamn full of yourself."

"Go change," He told her—no, ordered her. His eyes left no question as to that being what was going to happen. That green dress was coming off now before he dressed up in his green suit.

Shaking her head, Mia turned away from him. "Or what?" She quipped. Did he think he could order her around like that? He could think again. "You're gonna glare at me, too?"

"It's coming off or I'm helping you take it off."

She had only just reached for the curtain when she halted. She slowly looked over her shoulder to try and deem by his expression if he was kidding or not. She should've known by now, though. This man did not kid. His face was cut in stone as he glared at her, telling her with his eyes to haul her ass into that dressing room and get out of that dress.

"So... I guess I'm not buying it then." She turned her head away again and tsk'ed her tongue against her teeth. "If you can't handle a little competition..."

She knew the moment she spoke, it would happen. He was unpredictable as always, but she knew how his mind snapped; Whenever her big mouth got too talky at him.

"Was that bitch I heard?" His hand locked around her neck, dragging her back against his chest. "Wanna try and repeat that for me, hm?"

When his mouth snarled against her ear, Mia shivered and clenched her thighs. His other arm snaked around waist and cupped her breast. He gave it a firm squeeze, in full public. He didn't give a damn, and Mia had to admit her own modesty was wilting by the second. Only he could do this to her.

"I..." Mia bit her lip when his hand smoothed around her neck to her throat instead. She swallowed involuntarily when she felt his palm against her pulse, making it throb harder. He tightened his grip slowly as a warning. She had to pick her next words carefully. "I... I'll go take off the dress."

"That's what I thought."

When he let go of her and let her step inside the dressing room, she did the one thing she probably shouldn't have done; She giggled.

Mia didn't even manage to gasp before she felt her body being pushed into the dressing room, the curtain yanked closed. The next moment she was pressed up against the mirror, her bare back shivering as the cold surface chilled it. She gulped when Eli towered over her, but she still couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't believe what was actually happening.

Eli, her sexy genius and shitty boyfriend, was jealous.

"Wipe that smile off," He told her,non-negotiably. When she didn't, but instead looped her arms around his neck, he dragged them off again and locked her wrists in his hands. "Mia..."

"What? You don't like me smiling?"

"Not like that, I don't."

Mia bit her lip. He was so overreacting over literally nothing. Those boys just saw something they liked. That didn't mean the feeling was mutual. Still, she figured it was the fact that they had allowed themselves to catcall her while he was right there. He wasn't the most possessive of guys, but she could imagine he didn't like other boys whistling at his woman.

That was just the thing, though. They were boys.

"Forget about them," She arched her lower body out and met his stormy eyes to see the change inside them. They darkened slowly. "You have nothing to be jealous of—"

"If I was jealous, you'd know, princess," He leaned closer down and hovered an inch above her lips. Suddenly, after 24 years, Mia forgot how to breathe.

"Then... what's with the threats?" She breathed. If this wasn't jealousy, then what was it?

His lips spoke against hers and had her shivering. "To remind you whom this dress is really for."

When he kissed her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth, Mia's eyes fluttered shut. His words made her weak in the knees, but they still sounded like jealousy to her. She didn't bother pointing that out, though.

When he allowed her to catch her breath, she was heaving and clinging to his shoulders. His leg had somehow wedged between her own and somehow, she found herself grinding against it. His hand was on her ass and the other was tangled in her hair. For a brief moment, she'd actually forgotten where they were.

She grinned up at him, knowing he'd hate it, and kissed his chin. "Happy birthday, baby."

~~~

Low Point was packed. The music throbbed in the floor and the dense cloud of vape fumes were making the bodies on the dance floor sweat and shine. Everyone was either drunk or high, or in Mia's case, both. For months she had tried to get Eli to quit smoking, but one night, he had convinced her to try one hit. Just one.

Six months later, here she was, enjoying the occasional blunt with her boyfriend.

"Fucking corrupting you, princess," He commented as she took a long drag of the blunt he had rolled right there at the table. She grinned lazily at him and blew the smoke into his face, seeing him pull the blunt from her and take a hit himself. He looked so sexy when he did it. She bet she looked like a girl from the 1920's smoking with a cigarette holder, trying to look cool.

Smooching up to him, she laid her head on his shoulder and a hand over his chest. She caressed him languidly, loving the feel of his muscles through his shirt while absentmindedly listening to the music. She felt his chest expand as he dragged on the blunt, then slowly go down as he exhaled. She ran her hand up to his left pec and twirled her finger around his nipple piercing.

She felt his own hand right around her ass. It was lazily playing with the seams of her tight dress (not the one she tried earlier) and smoothed a finger across the ridge of where her ass turned into her thigh. When she stirred needily, his palm gave her a good squeeze, his fingers digging into the flesh. She moan quietly, just for him, and smiled against his shoulder.

"How's 24 treating you?" She asked, closing her eyes as she got lost in the music, his touch and the soft rise and fall of his chest. Fuck, this was all the stuff she had missed out on. Eli could give her both; Chill booty rubs at the bar and casual fingering at the restaurant, while still kicking it lazily at home with a good book or a blowjob to go with the football match. She couldn't imagine going back to her previous life.

"Mmm, might have to exchange your ass for something younger soon," He replied, blowing out a steam of smoke. Mia rolled her eyes behind her closed lids.

"You're so annoying, I can't stand you." She flicked his chest and sat up, a purse on her lips. It was only to hide her smirk.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He watched her while he brought the blunt to his lips and took a slow drag, then exhaled through his nose. Mia had to clench her legs together to not drop to her knees in a puddle of lust. Shit, that sight paired with his dark, slate gray eyes...

"Get over here." He told her. Plain and simple.

Pursing her lips further, Mia just crossed his arms. She was going to let him repeat himself.

"Mia."

Shit. Whenever he said her name like that, she knew she was in trouble. Slowly, she edged onto his lap, straddling him. She looped her arms around his neck and leaned down, making sure to press her crotch to his. His bulge met her thong.

Eli budded the blunt and then gripped her asscheeks, dragging her closer. Mia bit her lip and slowly begun grinding on his lap, giving the birthday boy what he wanted. She kissed his jawline, nibbled down to his ear, catching his earlobe with a small moan. She swore she felt his bulge do a twitch.

He kneaded her ass and let her do her thing on him until he was hard as a rock behind his denim. Mia herself could feel her wetness soaking her panties, the heat making her squirm uncomfortably. She gripped on to his shoulders and dragged her hands up to his neck.

"Tell me," She whispered, moaning again when she felt his hands squeeze both her globes tightly and pull at the flesh. She didn't care who saw them. "Were you really jealous of those boys earlier?"

His hands paused, and just like that, the mood changed. He gripped her chin and yanked her back so he could stare up at her,his eyes practically black. "Your fucking mouth just doesn't know when to stop."

That it didn't. Mia bit the inside of her cheeks when his fingers dug into them. She whined softly. "I just..."

"Shut up." He moved his mouth so close, she could taste the weed on his breath.

"It's okay," She said, trying to reason with him. "You know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

He snorted and pulled back. "The fuck I do. You have my name on your fucking wrist. Still think that was a smart move?"

Yes. Mia still didn't regret that. He might think of it as his claim on her, but she saw it as his claim on him. And a statement to everyone else; This inked genius was spoken for.

She smiled at him, lazily, still feeling the buzz from the joint. When she giggled and moved down to her neck, kissing him and biting him, he rolled his eyes and grabbed her waist. "Eliii..."

"You've had enough. I'm taking you home."

"Nooo..."

"Stop sounding like a five-year-old."

"Daddy," She whispered in his ear, grinning when she felt him pause in trying to remove her. "I want you to fuck me."

There was a high (ha-ha) chance she was wasted, but when the fuck did he care about that? She certainly didn't. She was high, she was drunk, and for some reason she was so damn happy. Eli and her had been together for about 3 years, give or take. Their relationship wasn't traditional. It wasn't accepted or smiled upon by so many. Girls said he controlled her and she let him boss her around. Guys said he could do better or get some on the side.

But he didn't. And she only let him boss her around when it was fun. People didn't know what they had, but if they did, they'd be the jealous ones. Mia wouldn't trade it for all the lovey-dovey traditional goo they made in the movies. Eli gave her a unique way of loving. So much bad, it was fucking good.

Nibbling on his ear, Mia felt his palms side down her hips, under her dress. She keened and moaned when he rubbed her slowly, felt how warm she was. She rolled her hips for more friction, exhaling breathily when he let his finger toy with her.

"You've been sitting here getting wet, princess?" His voice was like dark, heady alcohol at this point. She mewled and nodded when his other hand squeezed her ass again, contributing to the heat roaring inside her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned when his finger paused at her clit. "You want me right here?"

"Yes," She arched when his finger circled her aching bud, pressing down on it lightly. "Fuck, yes,please..."

His hand suddenly gripped her hair, only to drag her lips up to his. With a harsh movement, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her, releasing a deep moan from her throat. His tongue slid against hers and fucked with her brain, messing up her everything. Her thighs clenched, her pelvis undulated and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She needed him so fucking much and it couldn't happen fast enough.

"Get up."

The command was rough and unarguable. Mia lifted herself up on thrumming legs, holding on to Eli as he rose right after her. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her with him. Her body tingled when he walked towards the back room, fishing a bill out of his back pocket. It landed in the palm of the guy standing outside it.

Like that, they got to enter, knowing nobody would enter after them.

The door had barely shut before Eli spun her around and pushed her against it. Mia met his dark, almost hostile eyes as he cupped her face and dragged her hair away from her face. She licked her lips and felt her shallow breath seep from them as he loomed above her, glaring down at her.

The look in his eyes told her she was going to be limping out of here.

"Knees," He gave her hair a yank. "Now."

Docilely, Mia dropped to her knees and went for his belt and buttons before he could tell her. He let her undo them both,watching her and still holding her hair as she dragged his pants and boxers down to get to what she wanted.

He was so fucking right. She should've tattooed his dick on her wrist instead of his name. It was a thing of beauty ass he watched it throb before her, thick and veined. She leaned in and kissed the tip, catching a salty nip of his pre-cūm. It didn't seem like Eli was in a playful mood tonight, though.

He pressed her forward, and on instinct, Mia parted her lips and let him in. His cock slid past them and tickled against her tongue as he thrust in. A sound came up her throat as he plunged into it. Her gag reflex kicked in and she gurgled. Water sprung into her eyes and she looked up, finding Eli's hooded eyes glaring back down at her.

Without question, she hollowed her teeth and started sucking.

His cock bumped against the back of her throat repeatedly as she took him in with everything she had and fought with her gag reflex to get those hoarse groans from him. They, along with the tightening hairgrip, were her small rewards as she bobbed on his cock. He watched her, breathed through gritted teeth and gave her the most erotic fucking glare that made her pussy ache. It was that look that made her repeatedly take him as far back as she could, sacrificing her air.

Trying to coordinate her oxygen to go in through her nose, she pulled back and sucked on his tip. She swirled her tongue around the silky crown, then flipped her eyes up to him in time to catch him hiss as she sucked again. His grip tightened on her hair, and with a rough hand, he pulled her off. He yanked her up, met her with grueling eyes, then spoke another simple command. "Strip."

Mia didn't hesitate. She shimmied her strapless dress down and let it fall to the floor. She unhooked her equally strapless bra and tossed that, too. Left in only her thong, Eli gripped the back of her head and steered her towards the bed. The buzz from the drinks she'd been pounding all night helped her forget who had been on this bed before them.

"Eli..." Her voice was whiny. It happened when she was horny and drunk and in need of his particular taste. She laid down on the bed and slid her hands down her body, twisting and turning while he pulled his shirt up and off his chest.

She couldn't help but bite her lip when all his ink was revealed. Yes, she had a serious kink for that. Three years later, it still made her pussy throb. Perhaps because he kept adding to it. There wasn't much room left, but he still kept going and she didn't complain.

As long as he didn't cover up his beautiful face.

"Hands and knees," He told her, slapping her thigh when she kept squirming on the bed like a toddler. She grinned and rolled over, pushing herself up on her knees and arching her ass up for him. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught him licking his lips, eyeing out the two plush globes.

Not a second later, his hands palmed them. Mia hummed and felt the tingling strings in her abdomen pull as he rubbed her, sliding his fingers down the thin line of her thong. They paused over the soaked patch, pressing down on her bud. It throbbed through the lace, begging for his attention.

"Please..." She arched even more and spread her thighs further, egging him on.

"So fucking greedy." His palm slapped against her cleft and she gasped. She gripped the sheets and bit her lips, waiting for his next move. She moaned in pleasure when it came.

His finger hooked around her thong and pulled it to the side. Kneading her ass, he once again let his fingers slide down to her wetness and rub it, circling her clenching core. He didn't mess around this time. In one push, his finger was inside her, quickly followed by a second after a few pumps. Mia nearly cried with pleasure as his thick, calloused digits slid against the exact spots he loved. She couldn't stay still and kept squirming as he stretched her, gathering the moisture.

But then, in what made her freeze up, she felt him bring all that creamy wetness to her other entrance.

Gasping, she paused, but then breathed into the sheets to relax her body as he tested one finger inside her puckered hole. She was always tighter back there, harder to loosen up. She had truly been correct when she predicted she was going to be limping out of here.

"Eli..." She tried to suppress a moan when his finger kept working in and out of her, his other hand still kneading her asscheek. It swept down every now and then and gave her clit a rub, whenever her sphincter protested and clenched. She eased up as the pleasure tickled through her and made her muscles relax. He managed to push another finger inside her before she whimpered at the intrusion.

"You can take it." He voiced. She felt him spit on her asshole and worked it around to get the lubrication going. It worked and helped ease the discomfort. It wasn't her first rodeo, but it always took extra time to get her flexible enough to take his length back there. Usually they had actually lube to help the process along. And a condom. The birthday boy wanted something special tonight, it seemed.

"Eli..." She whimper again when he added a last third finger. She gave a slight cry when it burned. More wetness, more spit, more stretching and slow pumping. She reached down and touched herself, stimulating her nerves. She moaned softly when she eased up again, indicating he could continue.

"Hold still, princess."

She didn't move as his fingers retracted. She heard him spit one last time, and with a glance over her shoulder again, she saw him using his other hand to stroke and lubricate his length. Then, moving forward, he pressed his tip to her rear and met her eyes. She bit her lip, holding on to his gaze.

Then, he pushed forward.

The uncomfortable, strange sensation was quickly replaced by a small sting of pleasurable pain as the thick intrusion that was his cock slowly slid inside her. Just the head at first, then a few inches. Mia whimpered and clutched the sheets, then relaxed again when he eased out and thrust gently back in. She felt like she was being stuffed full, but she loved the sensation. When he slipped further inside, her hand came back to stop him. He gave her a moment, rubbed her ass, but then pulled back out and thrust in. Mia cried in a moan. "Fuck!"

Eli grunted behind her. Almost balls-deep inside her, she felt him pulse as he started thrusting slowly, building up the pace. Mia started rubbing her clit again, trying to keep her voice from pitching as he hit her sweet spot. Since the first time she had tried this, that spot had surprised her every time. She thought she knew all about pleasure after being with him for almost a year, but then he went and surprised her again.

He literally took her to places she didn't know existed.

"Shit!" Mia cried out as his pace finally reached a steady one. She could feel him sliding in and out of her ass, the sensation so strange, yet so fucking erotic. Maybe that was the real kink behind it—the reason she loved it; it was taboo. Just like everything else he did. Cover himself in ink. Smoking weed. Fucking her ass.

She fucking loved it and got lost in pleasure as all of it now combined.

Hands on her hips, partially on her ass, he fucked her raw right there on the dirty bed. Mia moaned and decided she didn't care if anyone heard them over the boom of the music. The sound of their hips clashing and flesh meeting only grew louder as his pace quickened. She wasn't going to last long if he kept it up. Her finger was torturing her clit, rubbing it harshly in tact with his deep thrusts. When his hand slipped and smacked against her asscheek, a small scream tore from her lips.

She couldn't hold out any longer. "Eli!"

"Motherfucker." When she clenched around him and held a vice on his dick with her ass, he almost stopped thrusting. Instead, he slowed his pace while she sobbed into the sheets, her hand falling to the mattress to grip for leverage. She came with gushing waves, contracting and spasming around him until she felt so spent. After barely a moment of catching her breath, she felt him begin his pace again, picking it up. It became too much.

"Fuck! Eli," She cried out when he gripped her hips again and let them smack against his pelvis with each deep and aimed plunge of his cock. Her eyes nearly rolled back, but she fought to stay present. "Shit, fuck, God—Eli!"

The slap of his palm against her cheek echoed in the room and mixed with her cry of pleasure. She arched down and let him fuck her up, praying she would still have mobility of her legs when he was done. Meanwhile she hung on tightly and let the pleasure riptide through her in endless streams.

"Fuck." With an abrupt pull-out, Mia shifted her head around and watched Eli grit his teeth, then exhale raggedly. A warm spurt landed on her ass and streaked across her asscheeks as he unloaded. Stroking himself, she watched him grunt out the last of his climax, breathing slightly erratically. She felt his cūm dry on her skin, already thickening as she shifted when her knees starting aching. She stayed on them, though, letting him get a last peak of her no-doubt red and pulsating ass.

"Like what you see?" She grinned up at him when he watched her ass dry with his jizz and her asshole open when she arched a little more. He cursed out and kept his eyes on it, then let his hand smooth over it all, rubbing it in.

"All fucking mine." Again, there was no room for argument. Not that she wanted to, anyway.

And perhaps that was why he hadn't truly been jealous earlier. He was too smart for that. He knew; he knew those boys earlier wouldn't fucking know what to do with all of this even if they got the chance. Only he could shut her mouth up and only he could put her ass in place.

Both figuratively and, as per proof of tonight, quite literally, as well.

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Birthday sex.