My eyes drift over him as he continues munching on some of the mashed potatoes, and I can’t help but feel an intense feeling come over me. Is it sadness? No. Thankfulness?
I clear my throat, struggling to keep the tears down that threaten to escape.
Tobias’s eyebrows pinch as he looks at me. “E, what’s wrong?” Setting down his plate beside him, he turns to me, cupping the back of my neck so I have to look at him.
I huff out a laugh. “It’s stupid. I just…”
“Talk to me,” Tobias whispers, combing a piece of my hair behind my ear.
I look at his ocean blue eyes. “I was having a sad night before you came…areallysad one.”
He nods his head softly as he squeezes my thigh. I know he understands more than anyone else. He doesn’t even have to say it.
I continue. “And I just…I feel like you were meant to be here. Almost like you werepulledto me.” I look up at him, with tears threatening to fall.
He takes one long look at me. Taking a big breath in, he rests his forehead against mine. “God…I’m so happy I came.”
“Me too. I wish you could stay forever.” My eyes light up at that idea. “Maybe you can. Just stay all year and I’ll sneak you caf food. You like old granola bars and stale turkey wraps, right!?”
Tobias laughs, sitting back up properly. “If you’re buying, I can’t complain.”
23
Elijah
The headboard rattles against the wall, knocking some of my figurines and pictures down behind the bed.
“Fuck, sorry.” Tobias grits behind me. He’s been insatiable since he got here—not that I’m complaining. I’ve missed him so much, and it’s not really different from how we normally are. But there’s an urgency to him this time, subtle but there, nonetheless.
“I don’t care, just don’t fucking stop.” I gasp, gripping the pillow under my face for dear life. I moan as he thrusts into me, hitting that glorious spot inside of me. “You’re fucking me so well, baby.”
I’ve never experienced sex with anyone like I do with him. It’s like he knows my body better than I do. The way he moves with me, his firm hands gliding up my back like butter. The way he grips my sides and the back of my thighs. I simply can’t get enough of it.
I feel the familiar pressure start to rise as he enters me over and over again. Burying my face in my pillow, I try to stifle how loud I am but it’s no use.
All of a sudden, a buzzing noise from my side table sounds in the room, competing against the slapping of his thighs against mine.
I reach out, but before I can grab it, Tobias grips my wrist, bringing it back behind me.
“No,” he says, continuing his pace.
Holy shit. Looks like Tobias has no time for BS today.
The phone rings again, this time, he reaches out and knocks it off the table.
Wrapping his hand around my throat, he pulls me up against his chest, the intense pressure against my prostate making me tense as my dick jerks in front of me with every pump.
“Fuck, T. I’m—” Before I can even finish getting the words out, my come sprays all over my bed sheets like a sprinkler. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Oh fffuck,” Tobias groans. My eyes flutter shut as I can feel him thicken inside of me, his hips stuttering as warmth fills me. Leaning my head back onto his shoulder, I enjoy the soft touches he gives me, gliding his hand down my chest, and giving my dick a couple of sensitive light strokes to make sure I’m really empty.
“Youdick…” I pant. “Those were my last set of clean sheets.”
Tobias chuckles lightly behind me, kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“No you’re not.” I laugh, dragging him down with me onto the dry part of the bed.
“Not at all.” He chuckles, joining me.
