Chapter 16
ELIJAH
My lips brush gently across Alex’s as I steal kisses from him in the kitchen. He wraps his hands around a mug of hot tea, sipping gingerly as daylight turns to dusk.
“Does Emilee know I’m here?” he asks, lifting his gaze from the cup. There’s a note of concern in his voice.
“Of course,” I say. “I called to let her know I was bringing you here to rest. She even sent the tea. Said it’s what you usually drink when you have a migraine.”
His eyes drop to his lap.
“Alex… Alex, look at me.” I tuck my fingers underneath his chin and lift his face back to mine. “You were asleep on the couch when Emilee arrived. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
I reassuringly rub his thigh, and rub, and rub some more.
He parts his legs. My eyes spring up to his, and he spreads them even wider.
My hand glides further between his parted thighs, slowly inching, crawling, until I’m folding my fingers around his dick.
It thickens in my palm, and he moans, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
He looks so peaceful like this. Calm.
He grinds his jean-clad dick into my hand as I slowly unbutton his pants, allowing his plump head to breathe. Precum dribbles down the side, and I swipe it, smearing it across his taut skin.
“Elijah,” he moans, as I slide my slippery thumb across his slit and bring his moaning mouth to mine.
Our lips screech to a sudden halt when the elevator doors open and our girls come skipping out, giggles filling the air and bouncing off the walls. They drag their shopping bags straight through the living room, down the hallway, and into Ana’s bedroom, never once glancing our way.