Elijah’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he drapes an arm over his eyes.
I lean back, letting my dick slowly slip from his ass, watching my cum drip out with it before pressing back in with just the tip.
A slight smile shows on Elijah’s face. “You like seeing it drip out of me, don’t you?”
I’m too mesmerized to feel any shame. I keep going, the aftershocks crawling up my spine with every slow slide in and out. “I do,” I murmur to myself, barely more than a breath.
It makes me feel so close to him. Like I’m claiming him or something.
Elijah sits up on his forearms again, watching me as I drop back down to my knees.
“Tobias, you okay—” He gasps as soon as I reconnect my mouth to his ass. I can’t fully understand why myself but I have this overcoming need to. “Oh, shit!” he groans, opening his legs back up to me.
I taste myself… but more than that, I tasteus.Every part of our love, deep and untouchable, only ours. No one could ever take this from us.
It silences everything else inside of me. All the loud thoughts, telling me this is wrong or that I don’t deserve to be happy.
I deepen my tongue into his ass, pulling out more sinful cries from his lips. I could do this all damn evening. Hell, I could do thisforever.
I wrap my hands around his thighs, keeping him close to me.
Suddenly, I hear a light buzzing coming from my jean pockets around my ankles.
“No, not right now.” I groan, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.
“You’re telling me.” Elijah smirks, pointing to his awakened dick, resting on his wet stomach.
I smile at him before I scrounge in my pocket for my phone. “It’s probably the restaurant or something. They know I’ve got the weekend off so I’ll just tell them to take care of it.”
I take out my phone and swipe to answer.
“Toby.” His rough, evil voice sounds through the speaker, sending all my hairs on the edge. All that peace I was feeling just a few short minutes ago—gone.
“No."I rush to end the call before Elijah hears it.
“Who was it?” he asks, sitting up. I duck under his legs, hastily pulling my pants back on.
I scratch my eyebrow with my thumb. “Just…an unwanted caller.” I look around the room for something to distract us both. “Is there cleaning stuff around here?”
Elijah looks me up and down, before pointing to the other end of the room. “Over there…” he mutters.
I see a sink where there’s some paint and art supplies. I walk over and thankfully find a roll of paper towel, and sanitizer, trying to ignore the way my hand shakes.
“Are you sure everything’s okay? You seem a little…off…” he says again. “Was that too much? Did I push you too far?
I close my eyes as I run the cloth under the warm water. “No! Of course not.” I take in a big breath, trying my best to steady my heart. “I uh…I guess I’ve been feeling a little on edge lately. With my dad still out there and stuff.” I admit. I walk back over to him and get to work, cleaning his chest off. I spray the table down and vigorously wipe it clean.
“I can come back with you. I don’t want you to be at home alone when you’re feeling like this.” Elijah grabs my wrists stopping me from moving.
I shake my head. “No, that’s not why I said that. I just…” I take a deep breath. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” I reassure him, returning to wiping. I don’t want him to worry. I don’t want him looking at me like this. I just want things to go back to a few minutes ago—surrounded by love, untouched by anything else. I want that feeling again.
Elijah’s eyebrows pinch as he continues staring at me. I finish up and go back over to throw the paper into the recycling bin.
“You keep telling me everything’s fine…so all I can do is take your word for it,” he sighs, threading his fingers through his hair.
The words settle in my chest, allowing me to breathe easier again.
I walk back over and thread my hands through his hair too, smoothing it down on the sides. “Thank you.” I smile softly, cupping his cheeks until they’re all squished, making me laugh. “Are you hungry?”
