I shake my head. “Tell me to stop, Elijah.” My jaw locks as I mentally scream at myself to calm the fuck down and give him a chance to come to his senses, or just come in general. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
I pound into him, and he squeezes my thigh, fingers digging deep into my skin, causing my body to vibrate as I thrust this way and that way, losing any and all rhythm that I’d previously had. I need to hear him say it. Need him to tell me to calm my shit down since, apparently, I’m unable to heed my own warning.
But because he stays quiet, I continue to fuck him harder; his heavy balls slapping like putty against the cupboard. Anddamnif that doesn’t turn me on even more.
“God, Elijah. Tell me you want this. Please, tell me something… anything… just-just-just saysomething,” I plead.
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t fucking stop,” he rasps.
Finally.
“I’m gonna come, Alex. Fuck, baby… I’m coming.”
My eyes slam into Gabriel’s as Elijah comes completely undone, spewing words in both English and Spanish—just a mumbling mess of euphoria, as he ejaculates all over the cabinets.
And I smile, a sick, demented smile, as I shoot my release into his gorgeous ass.
Childish.I fucking know!
But I can’t seem to care. Jealousy clouds my thoughts, making it impossible for me to give a fuck.
Not one single fuck.
Elijah clenches his ass, causing another spurt of cum to jet out of my dick. Reaching behind, he grasps my hand, and I can’t even begin to tell you how satisfying it is to feel his fingers all wet and sticky from his own release.
Humming contentedly, I drape myself across his back and once again scan the room for our Peeping Tom—locking eyes with him the moment I spot him, still frozen in the same spot as before.
He tilts his head to one side, and then to the other.
In this low light, I can’t see his expression, but I do see his eyes—the whites of them anyway. They drop down to Elijah’s dick, and then move slowly over to where mine is still buried deep inside Elijah’s ass.
Good. I hope he’s mad.
I want him mad.
Elijah stirs, and my dick slips out, a thick stream of cum running down his inner thigh. Gabriel’s eyes dart back up to mine, and I hold his stare while dropping to my knees to catch the river of cum on my tongue.
“Ooo…mmm” Elijah moans. Music to my ears. I sit back on my heels with cum-covered lips.
Gabriel’s wide eyes flick down to my soaking wet mouth, then back to my eyes—before finally looking away.
A soft click of a door has Elijah’s head snapping up.
“Did you hear something?”
I grin. “I think my heart exploded,” I tease, at last swiping my wrist across my sticky lips.
Chuckling, a little unsteady, he turns and holds out a hand to help me up from my knees. I drag my palms over my thighs as he pulls me in for a kiss—a kiss I know I don’t deserve.
“Gracias,” he murmurs, kissing the Spanish sentiment into my lips.
“For what?”
“For loving me,” he whispers. “For keeping promises.” He smirks against my mouth, and I know, somehow, that I’m forgiven for the promise I failed to keep. “And for accepting ourfamily dynamics. It means everything to me, baby. We all love you. Even Gabriel.”
I stare down at my feet, nausea rising in my throat.
I just fucked up.
