Chapter 26 Anywhere But There
Anywhere But There
RILEY
My heart is full again as I step inside Elias’ house.
I shouldn’t be surprised, but there are four people crowding around the entrance with wide eyes and bated breath when we walk in.
I recognize Maci and Juliana, which means the younger guy is probably Juliana’s new man and the older guy is definitely Eli’s dad. They have the same eyes.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly, but with a genuine smile. “I’m Riley.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” he says warmly, his accent thicker than I expected. “Welcome to our home. We’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Leave her alone, papa,” Juliana teases, stepping in to give me a hug. “Merry Christmas Eve. You’re just in time to decorate cookies.” She whispers, “I’m so glad you came,” into my ear as she gives me a squeeze, then tugs her two waving friends away to let me breathe.
“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. I know that’s rude, especially on Christmas, but…” I glance back at Eli, melting a little when I see how happy he looks. “I guess I couldn’t stay away.”
His dimples are on full display as he pulls me closer, and when his dad responds I can’t stop my gaze from snapping to him. “Because you love him too.”
“Pa,” Eli mutters shyly, rattling something off in Spanish where I pick up the words “leave her alone” and nothing else, but whatever it is has his dad holding up his hands in surrender and backing away with a laugh.
“I’m very happy to meet you. Our home is your home.”
He disappears into the kitchen with the others, and Eli grips my chin for another kiss. “Will your family be that annoying too?”
“Probably worse,” I admit. “You told your dad you love me?”
“Honestly… he told me. I mean, I already knew, but I think he saw himself in me and knew I had lost the one like he did. Turns out he did love my mom, but that’s a whole conversation for later.
I don’t want to be him. I don’t want a sport to be my life…
I want it to be you. I looked up investigative journalism, and I know you’ll be traveling a lot, but I’m ready to follow you all over the world, cupcake.
Be my home and I’ll never need anything else. ”
Whoa.
The admission makes me a little lightheaded, but I can’t say I never thought about it. He is a photographer after all, so we could work together if it came to it.
But god, it seems fast to agree to that.
“That would be amazing,” I say softly. “But maybe for now, we take things slow? I want to do things right.”
“Whatever you want, baby. Does that mean sex is off the table for now?”
He looks nervous to ask that after what we’ve been through, but I’m just proud that he asked instead of assuming.
Biting my lip, I slide my hand down his chest. “Not that slow. Do you think they’ll be busy for a while?”
Feeling his body tense under my touch only spurs me on further, excitement flashing in his eyes as he glances between the kitchen and the stairs. “For sure. Want a tour of just my bedroom? Specifically the bed.”
“You had me at bedroom. Lead the way.”
Should I feel bad about this? Probably. It’s Christmas and I’m about to disrespect him and his bedroom with his whole family present. Do I feel bad? Not at all.
“So this is the living room, that’s the kitchen,” he’s pointing rapidly to put on a show, his family rolling their eyes like they know exactly what he’s doing, but it’s his fault. Elias is anything but slick.
He takes my hand and tugs me up the stairs, dropping the act the second we’re out of eyesight and he can lift me up off the floor without an audience. “Now I’ll show you the best room in the house.”
I couldn’t care less about the room when every kiss feels different. There are no secrets between us now, no videos hanging over my head, no threats or coercions. Just two people who waded through a shitstorm and somehow came out the other side.
“Let me guess, the walls are covered in soccer posters and you don’t have a sheet on your bed,” I laugh, kissing him before he can answer. “And something tells me you have a lava lamp.”
“So judgy,” he growls, his tongue sliding into my mouth roughly like the sweetest punishment.
“I have a bottom sheet, one signed Lionel Messi jersey on the wall from when he was with Barcelona, and no lava lamp… but I do have a beanbag chair that looks like a soccer ball. Want me to eat your pussy on it?”
He nips my jaw like the mental image that produced wasn’t slightly revolting. “No, Elias. I don’t want that. You can eat my pussy on your bottom sheet, though. Anywhere but there.”
“Come on, cupcake.” He kicks the door closed behind him and fumbles with the lock. “Fine, I don’t really care where I eat you because I’m just happy I can.”
Eli tosses me on the bed and throws his adorable sweater vest aside, and for once, I don’t wait for him to undress me. I strip so quickly you’d think I was the athlete, leaving my clothes in a pile on the otherwise clean floor.
I have to give him a little bit of props — while the soccer aesthetic isn’t my thing, his room looks a lot nicer than most guys his age.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he admits, climbing onto the bed to crash his mouth with mine, and feeling him maneuver my body around with ease gets me so wet I’m panting by the time he breaks the kiss. “Think you can keep it down, baby?”
Slowly, he trails his tongue all the way down my body, circling each of my nipples before he’s lowering further.
Capable, yes. But I don’t want to. It feels so good I want to scream it loud enough to ruin the Reyes Family Christmas, but I won’t. Tangling my hand in his curls, I guide his head down and rock my hips up to chase his mouth.
“Oh, I can be quiet. Think you can make me be loud anyway?”
He growls into my pussy as a response, his trembling hands cupping my ass relaxing when my flavor coats his tongue, and a gasp dies in my throat as he sucks in my clit.
Maybe one day I’ll live to regret giving him another chance, but right now, it feels like the only good decision I’ve ever made. “Elias… fuck, baby. Did you miss me?”
He nods, the action tugging on my swollen clit. He proves it with every suck, every lap of his tongue, and he doesn’t come up for air until I’ve come twice and his cock is leaking. “I need to be inside of you.”
“So come here.” Breathlessly, I tug him up and kiss him deeply, chasing the taste of myself as I spread my legs.
Feeling the head of his cock nudge at my pussy has me smiling against his mouth, but as soon as he’s sliding inside and splitting me open, everything else disappears.
“Riley,” he moans. “Fuck, you feel like home.”
“It’s been too long, baby. I need it,” I whisper, pulling him impossibly closer. “I need your cum.”
He’s trembling again, showing all the signs of a man too close to the edge to hear those words, and when he speeds up I know he’s falling.
“No. Fuck.” Eli slams inside me with a grunt, his cock pulsing and giving me exactly what we both crave.
“Goddamnit,” he whispers, head dropping to my shoulder in shame.
“Can we pretend that didn’t happen? I’m not done with you. ”
He starts slowly moving again to prove his point, fucking his cum deeper inside me. Somehow, it feels even dirtier now.
“No, we can’t pretend. Because when you fuck me again later, I want you to remember what a mess you’ve already made of me.”
He pulls up to look me in the eyes, the faint flush of embarrassment fading as my words sink in, and when he kisses me, I know we’re about to make an even bigger mess. He’s still rock-hard inside of me.
“I didn’t come at all without you,” he admits, and I realize I haven’t either. It wasn’t on purpose necessarily, but I’ve been so stressed out about losing him and how all of this was going to play out that I definitely wasn’t in the mood.
Judging by the way my clit is throbbing, I’m in the mood now. “So you saved it all for me, huh? Good. Give me more.”
“All for you. Only for you.” He leans in to mark my collarbone and I can’t bring myself to stop him. This is Elias, and if keeping me marked and owned is what he needs to feel calm, I’ll wear every single one of them proudly. “I want to watch you ride me.”
He rolls us over without slipping out of me, his gaze locked on me in awe as I sit up straighter and stare down at him.
Smirking, I roll my hips slowly. He blew quickly the first time, and as much as I would like to savor this round, I have a point to prove. I might love the little shit, and I might’ve forgiven him, but the thought of him all blushing and embarrassed as he does it twice in a row is too enticing.
So instead of savoring it, I grip his chin to keep his eyes on me and bounce on his thick cock until we’re both shaking.
“Riley,” he moans, fingers digging into my hips like he wants me to slow. “Fuck, Riley.”
“Mmhm, I think that’s the point.” Leaning down, I kiss him deeply, trapping his bottom lip between my teeth as I tense up to squeeze his cock. “More, Elias. I said give me more.”
He groans into my mouth, his hips moving with mine as he stops trying to fight it, and when he comes this time I think the whole house hears him moan my name. “I fucking love you.”
He’s still rolling his hips when he grips my throat to keep my lips against his, and in that moment we start anew. This is right. This is good, and this is us. It won’t always be pretty or perfect, and others might wonder what the hell is wrong with us — but he loves me, and I love him too.
“Come on,” I whisper, unable to contain my smile. “We’ve got Christmas cookies to decorate.”