Did Eli think I’d break down again? I’d done enough of that with my therapist. “I don’t think it took.” Holding my head high, I said, “Whatever they did, it wasn’t enough, or maybe he just went through the motions so he could start collecting his inheritance.”
“Damn, I’m so sorry, babe.” He squeezed me to his side. “But I’m glad you handled it the way you did. You have the choice to walk away from anyone who treats you poorly.” He kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, I never would have done that in the past. I would have sat there and taken it.” I’d have to phone Mom in the morning and let her know what happened, the lunch and all. No one was conspiring against my father. He was the one conspiring against me.
“Are you hungry, or have you lost your appetite?” Eli’s brows rose.
“I’m starved. I’ve been smelling the chili cooking for at least an hour.” With a soft grin, I planted a kiss on his mouth. “If it weren’t for the therapy sessions, I would have spiraled.”
“I know. I’m proud of you.” As a slow smile played across his mouth, he patted my back. “Keep it up.”
“I will.” I watched him stand, and when he stretched his hand to me, I took it and let him lift me from the couch. “Let’s eat.”
I followed him toward the kitchen and sat in a chair at the dinette while he scooped chili into bowls and plated our food. Would I hear from Dad again after he cooled off? I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I was glad Aunt Nadine blocked him this time.
Eli brought the food to the table and set it down along with some bottled Gatorades. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He furrowed his brows.
“I’m sure.” I peered into my bowl of chili, and the raw onions and melted cheese floating on top. “This looks delicious.” And I didn’t want to dwell on the call with my father. My time with Eli should be enjoyable, not filled with my family drama.
After dinner,we cleaned the dishes, and Eli set a tub of leftover chili in the refrigerator while I dried the pot at the sink. Coming at me from behind, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. “No one’s here but us.”
I glanced at the television, playing the game. It was only partway through the third quarter, and we didn’t really care who won. “Yeah? You have some ideas?” Setting the pot on the counter, I twisted in his arms, my cock stirring. I knew what he was after.
“A few.” Cupping my chin, he pressed a heated kiss on my mouth, his tongue sneaking between my lips and gliding across my own. As his hardening cock pushed against my abs, I groaned.
Nibbling down my chin and the column of my neck, he mumbled. “It’s been a few days.” Dipping his knees, he snuck his hand inside my joggers and stroked my solid cock, stretching to my hip. As his lips quirked, he said, “You’re hard.”
“I am.” As tension mounted in my gut, I rubbed my hand over his swollen dick through his sweats. “So are you.” Who would top tonight? I wasn’t sure I cared.
With a smirk, he turned me around and lifted me onto the counter. “Wren, could I…would you let me…” He claimed my mouth in a heated kiss and then pushed me back, lifting my knees and rubbing his cock against my taint.
“You want to fuck me on the counter?” I glanced toward thegarage entry. The guys wouldn’t be home until the end of the game, but still.
“I do.” Holding my knees against his sides with his elbows, he leaned in for a round of hungry kisses. “Please?”
With a nod, I said, “Yes, let’s do it.” It was dangerous and hot at the same time. The kitchen was his domain, and he’d fuck me in it.
“You undress while I get the lube.” With a tap of my nose, he jogged toward the bedroom hallway.
Hell, we were really doing this. I hopped off the counter, undressed and tossed my clothing into the corner. Open shades offered a view of the backyard, but the tall masonry wall should shield us. Or would it? No…
He returned with his chest bare and his cock tenting his briefs. “Goddamn, Wren, you’re so fucking sexy all naked in my kitchen.” As his pupils flared, he fell to his knees, fisted the base of my cock and slipped it all the way inside, to his throat.
“Oh, fuck.” As the wet heat of his mouth embraced me, I tipped my head back and gasped. I wasn’t expecting that.
He hummed on my dick in a long moan while gliding his tongue along my glans.
“Eli, fuck…” Threading my fingers in his dark hair, I tugged at it, directing his mouth. Pulses of sensation flooded my senses, and tingles raced up my spine. “So fucking good. Are you sure you want to?—”
Popping off me, he said, “Yes.” He rose, swiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “That was just an appetizer.” Dropping his underwear to the floor, he kicked them off. “This is the first course.” He lifted me by my armpits and dropped my ass on the edge of the island counter next to the sink, a coy grin curling his lips. “Now, you’re almost my height.”
What did he have in mind now? “Okay.” I watched him slather lube on his palms.
“Spread your legs wide. You can still do the splits, right?” Hestepped closer to me, our firm dicks reaching toward one another.
“I can. Close enough anyway.” I liked his train of thought. As I shimmied to the very edge of the counter and spread my thighs as wide as they’d go, he grabbed both our cocks in his slick hand and stroked.
“Oh yeah, damn.” Wrapping an arm around my waist, he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me with abandon, his cock jerking against mine.
