As the song ended, he grabbed both my cheeks and planted a hard kiss on my mouth, held it and freed me. “I had to have one more kiss.” He looked deep into my eyes. “I hope I didn’t overstep.”
“No, no, you didn’t.” What the hell was I saying? I’d lost my mind. Blinking, I stepped away from him and shifted my aching cock to the side. There’d be a jerk-off session before bed tonight for sure.
“You ready?” He ticked his head toward the area of our table.
“Yeah.” Sucking a quick breath, I grabbed his hand and let him guide me through the grinding men toward the table.
As we approached, Malik and Tex’s smiles were impossible to miss, and they both clapped, while Malik whistled.
“Well, those were some passionate kisses.” Malik slapped Eli on the ass. “Time for me to discover who’s out there. Maybe I can find myself a hot little cheerleader.” He wagged his brows at me.
“Dude, if you’re cruising, then so am I.” Tex picked up his beer and walked off with Malik.
“They’re leaving us alone on purpose, you know.” A smirk played on Eli’s mouth. “They’re hoping if they do, you’ll kiss me some more.” He wagged his brows.
As my cheeks heated, I said, “Eli, you might just get what you want.” Who was I fooling?
After a wonderful eveningwith Eli and his friends, including more passionate kisses, Eli followed me out of the bar. I’d taken an Uber there, and Eli had driven with his friends, but he insisted on seeing me home.
“I’ll call the Uber. Give me your address.” He fished his phone from his jeans pocket and tapped on it as we stepped onto the sidewalk from The Club’s metal stairway. “There’s one a few minutes away.”
I gave him my address, and he added it to his app.
Facing me and with a coy grin, he placed his arms on my shoulders, his gaze fixed on my mouth. “I enjoyed myself with you tonight.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “Malik and Tex like you.” He kissed me again, harder this time. “And I like you.” He freed a soft chuckle. “A hell of a lot.” He claimed me in a toe-curling kiss, his tongue darting across mine and a soft moan slipping from his throat.
My balls tingled, and I slanted my mouth over his, tangling our tongues. I’d given up on being friends. It was pointless. Kissing him was the most natural thing in the world given our history.
“Get a room!” A man shouted and then barked out a laugh.
Eli broke the kiss, and his cheeks flushed. “Oops.” Pressing his forehead against mine, he said, “I’ll get my goodnight kiss when I walk you to your door.”
“We’re taking an Uber.” I flicked my tongue on his upper lip. But it was a nice thought.
“That fucking tongue of yours.” He breathed in deeply. “I’ll make it happen. Watch.”
A car drove to the curb. “Eli Dawson?” A woman asked through the open window of a black sedan.
“Yep, that’s me.” Snatching my hand, he led me to the car, and we climbed into the back seat, our hands resting between us.
It would be a quick ride since I lived only five minutes away. I gazed at the squat brick buildings of downtown Tempe, their shops spilling light into the night, the small trees rising from holes in the sidewalk every twenty feet, and the throng of young people strolling in packs with the occasional skateboarder rushing by them. On a street corner, a young man with dreadlocks played guitar and sang while people stood and watched. Tempe felt more like home this year. Did Eli play a part?
Eli leaned forward between the seats. “When we arrive at the first destination, I’m walking my date to his door. If you can wait for me, there’s an extra twenty bucks in it for you.”
The woman glanced at him in her rearview mirror. “Certainly.” She gave him a warm smile. “You two make a cute couple.”
“Thank you.” He threw me a smug grin as he sank in beside me and then kissed the back of my hand. “Told you I’d make it happen.”
As we stopped in the parking lot for my apartment, Eli handed the driver a twenty-dollar bill and gave her the next address.
We stepped out and strolled along the pathway to my apartment, under the tall trees and through the landscaping rocks and desert plants, his words rumbling through my mind. “So, I’m your date?”
“Yeah. We’re kissing, and we went out together. That makesyou my date.” He stopped at my door and faced me. “Unless you’d rather I call you my boyfriend, but I figured you’d need some time before you’d accept that term.” He brushed a lock of hair from my forehead.
“Yeah, date works.” I couldn’t give in that easily. He still had some groveling to do. As my gaze landed on his plump lips, he cupped my cheeks.
“I’ll take it.” He devoured me in heated kisses, his tongue skimming mine. This time, he held nothing back. As he wrapped his arms around my waist, he grabbed my ass and ground his swelling dick on mine.
Sparks flew across my spine as my cock woke. A moan tumbled from my throat, and I returned the kisses, biting his lower lip and darting my tongue inside his mouth. Fuck, it would be so easy to invite him inside and surrender to the blowjobs we’d talked about tonight. No, I had to hold off.
