I’m already mentally calculating when and how to contact the apartment manager, so I can start paying Jordan’s rent for him, when he replies again.
And no, I don’t need a handout. ;) I’ll be fine. Plenty in savings, long as I’m careful.
I can see him winking at me, his playful smirk, those sweet hazel eyes of his looking a little more green than brown right now behind his glasses.
He would pay me every month, even though I tried to not let him. He’d buy groceries, slip cash into my wallet—I wanted to take care of him in every way possible, and yet despite living with me he still asserted his independence like that.
It’s not fair. He’s had a shitty life and he deserves to have someone who will take care of him.
I can’t help it.
If you ever hit a hard spot, please tell me. Reach out to me.
At some point, I flopped over onto my side on the bed without even realizing it, with my head on Elliot’s pillow. I’m staring at my phone in my hands and crying and waiting for Jordan to reply.
Which he does.
I will.
I gasp again, because air’s just not getting into my lungs. I feel like I’m absolutely dying right now.
I have to say it.
Love you. Please be safe.
The few minutes feel like forever before he replies. I want to believe it’s because, like me, he’s staring at his phone and missing me and maybe even regretting leaving DC. Maybe he’s planning on asking to come back.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
I will. You, too.
I close my eyes and sob into Elliot’s pillow.
Chapter Nine
Then
It’s indescribable, the feel of Elliot’s hands roaming my body. The eager air of wonder enveloping him right now makes my cockthrob. I encourage him to explore and tease and to have fun.
Because if we’re not having fun? Honestly? Why are we even doing it in the first place?
Before the water can start going cold, I have him turn and brace himself on the side of the tub. I keep a bottle of lube in the shower—shut up, you damn well know why—and I lube a finger so I can play with him.
Grabbing his cock with my other hand, I slowly work my finger into his rim. With my face close to his I’m watching him, trying to make sure I don’t go too far this time, or that I’m causing him the bad kind of pain.
He turns his face toward me and kisses me.
Definitely a good sign.
Another good sign is how he starts rocking his hips, back and forth, fucking himself between my hands while we kiss.
He’smine.Allmine. Whatever I have to do to keep him, I’ll do it.
I spend several minutes edging him like that while working him up to three fingers and adding plenty of lube, so I don’t have to waste time doing that once I get him into my bed. He’s trembling now, to the point I’m almost afraid he’ll lose his balance, so I withdraw my fingers.
He gasps as I do and tries to follow me with his hips, which makes me laugh.
“Hang on, pet. Change of venue, that’s all.” I wash my hands and shut off the water. After we’re both dried off and return to my bed, with him on his back and towels under us, I’m ready toreallyblow his mind.
