“You like that, do you?” he asked.
I nodded.
Elijah clucked his tongue and tapped my jaw with his finger. “I felt it that time. But I need you to speak, boy.”
My knees turned into jelly, threatening to buckle at any second.
“Yes, sir,” I croaked.
“Good. Now tell me . . .”
He held the back of my head with his other hand, carding his fingers through my hair. The unusual intimacy made my heart leap.
“Use your words,” Elijah instructed. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you want it.” He leaned in so that his breath ghosted across my skin and added, “I won’t do anything unless you ask.”
I almost buckled, but I used the last ounce of strength to remain standing. I wanted to give into Elijah. But not yet. He’d barely spoken, or even touched me, and I was already a drooling mess. Even though every part of me yearned to be thrown against the bed and taken, I didn’t want to seem desperate. I had to keep up with Elijah’s game.
“Felix,” he growled.
Hearing him utter my name brought me back to reality, and I remembered I hadn’t answered him yet.
“I want you,” I breathed. “I want you to take me.”
His brows arched. “Take you, hm?” He dragged his fingertip across my jaw. “Where?”
Before I could respond, he pushed me gently backwards until we were braced against the wall. His other hand still fingered through my hair, a soft gesture to counteract his icy tone.
“How about against the wall?”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Elijah was going to have his way with me right here. My cock was so hard that when Elijah’s leg brushed against it, I cried out. The sound pleased him. He dropped his hands. One went to hold my shoulder, pinning me in place, and the other palmed at the front of my pants.
Unable to stop myself, I groaned. My cock twitched, desperate for more contact, and I didn’t hold back from thrusting into his hand. Elijah grinned. Apparently he liked that, so he rewarded me with a tighter squeeze.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. I sounded whiny, but I was too turned on to care. All rational thought had been thrown out the window at this point. All I cared about right now was Elijah making me feel good.
“Do you like that, boy?” he asked in my ear.
I gasped. “Yes.”
“Do you like being fondled up against the wall?”
I shut my eyes and bucked my hips into his hand. “Yes,yes.”
He pressed the back of his hand gently to my cheek, which was burning.
“Your face is hot,” he remarked. “You must be blushing a pretty shade right now.”
“I am.”
“How cute.”
Then his hand trailed from my cheek to my mouth. He pressed two fingers to my lips, making me whimper.
“Your lips are soft,” Elijah commented.
I nearly melted.
Elijah leaned in to kiss me. When his lips touched mine, all my senses went haywire. Despite his dominant act, the kiss was unbelievably soft, almost too soft. I wanted more. Hesitantly I licked at him, to which he responded by slipping his tongue into my mouth in one smooth motion.
