Oh.He liked that?
A large part of me is incredibly relieved, because if I’m honest, Elijahismine. If he were just some guy I met and really liked, things would be different. But when he’s Elijah and Benjamin and everything in between? Nope.
All mine—before birth until after death. In every second that ever was or ever will be, he is mine.
“In that case, you can remember it all you want,” I tell him, and Elijah’s grin widens.
His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, everything in my world juststops. This right here is the perfect moment—I am nothing if not one-hundred percent content.
Having him here,reallyknowing him—every horrible thing I’ve ever felt, every moment of isolation—it has all been worth it. It has had a purpose. I’ve never loved another man, and I never will.
There is only Elijah. There is only Benjamin. There is nothing but the two of us.
“Dance with me,” I suddenly say, and my own eyes widen at the demand.
Nobody is currently singing, so a popular pop song is being played over the speakers. The dance floor is decently crowded with couples and groups of friends laughing. Elijah looks over the crowd, then back at me.
“Sure.”
I was expecting more resistance—maybe some embarrassment—but Elijah jumps off of his stool and grabs my hand, dragging me to the dance floor.
Once we’ve pushed past a few groups of people and made ourselves comfortable in our own little spot on the hardwood, Elijah wraps his arms around my neck and peers up at me. Those big hazel eyes feign innocence, but I can see right through him.
His hips press forward into mine, and his lips tilt up slightly when I shiver against him. He’s loving this—he’s loving my reaction to his body. I can play this game too.
I grip Elijah’s hips and pull him flush against me, dipping my head to press our foreheads together. Rocking to the beat of the music, Elijah has begun to pant against me, and I have reason to believe it has nothing to do with exertion.
My fingers brush generously over those little dimples on his back. I saw them plenty in my dreams, on Benjamin, of course. Seeing them on Elijah is a whole new toxin for me to get drunk on.
I love seeing him in his little jeans, but I hate that everyone here can see a part of him that I’ve claimed with my mouth and my hands.
Should I claim them with my come? Would that make me feel better?
Maybe. But for now, I’ll touch them as much as I can in front of God and everybody—this way everyone knows who they belong to.
It seems to be riling Elijah up further by the second, and I dig my fingers in a bit more just to test him. Elijah’s hips jump, and he delivers me a scathing glare that has me biting back a laugh.
It seems like he loves when I touch the area as much as I love sinking into it.
“Stop that,” he hisses. “I can not conceal a hard-on in these jeans.”
“No?” I ask, spinning him and pulling his ass against my hardening dick. “Well, I can.” Elijah gasps, and after a moment of standing perfectly still, the little succubus begins to rock his ass against me. “Elijah,” I warn, and he just giggles.
“Hm? I thought you said you could conceal it.”
“A boner, sure. But if you keep this up, I’ll bend you over right here in front of the entire bar.”
Elijah freezes, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then he looks up and over his shoulder, his parted lips releasing hot puffs of air.
“I can’t tell if it’s hotter when I push you around, or when you pushme,” he admits.
I don’t bite back my laugh this time. Instead, I lean down and force it from my mouth into his as I kiss him. Elijah meltsagainst me, allowing me to maneuver his body to the rhythm of the music playing.
We stay like this for a while—Elijah pressed flush against my hard cock while I release some of the building pressure against his body. And by the time someone else takes the stage, and we decide to leave, I notice that his jeans have gotten a bit tighter.
Elijah could not, in fact, comfortably hide a hard-on in his little jeans.
The drive home is full of tension. As if it’s become a mutual understanding that as soon as we reach his apartment, I’ll fuck the living daylights out of him.
