Chapter 19
ALEX
The next week passes in a blur. Elijah and I spend nearly every day together—me tagging along to his bar, watching him work the room with effortless charm and sharp business sense.
We explored museums, lingered at festivals, and discovered tucked-away restaurants, sampling new foods and soaking in the city.
One warm night, after a delicious steak dinner, we found ourselves outside Gravity, a sleek gay nightclub just a few blocks from Elijah’s place. Music pulsed through the open doors as a stylish crowd flowed in and out. The place has a reputation—upscale, exclusive, and magnetic.
“Let’s go in,” Elijah said, reaching for my hand.
Once again, I pulled away. This was yet another first I wasn’t quite ready for.
Maybe someday.
With Emilee’s vacation winding down, we took a two-hour drive to a vineyard in Hudson Valley. The tasting room was stunning. We sampled local wines—my favorite was a rosé of pinot noir with hints of strawberry, my favorite fruit. I’d tasted it again on Elijah’s lips when I kissed him under the sun.
It was perfect.
We left with two cases each, a mix of reds and whites. I was officially a wine drinker.
By the time we got back to the city, it was just shy of nine. The streets felt quieter than usual, or maybe I was just tired, a little lightheaded, the wine settling in like a slow drip sedative.
Elijah pulls up in front of my building, parking with ease. His phone rings. Gabriel. My hand pauses on the door, instinct tugging at me. Three a.m. in Spain isn’t a casual hour for a call.
He answers, slipping into Spanish, voice steady. For a moment, I listen, trying to catch any sign of tension in his voice, but it’s hard to tell.
Then he looks at me, briefly covering the phone. “Everything’s fine,” he says calmly. “Gabriel just needs to talk… something personal.”
He kisses me—gentle, like a punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. I nod and step out, closing the door behind me.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.
Elijah breezes into my place minutes later and finds me in the bedroom, pulling on an old pair of joggers. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze sweeping deliberately over me.
The air shifts—thick, charged.
“What is it that you want, Elijah?” I ask.
“Quiero probar tus labios.”
I tilt my head, not understanding a word.
He steps closer, pupils dark and wide, taking my face in his hands, thumb brushing across my mouth.
“I want to taste your lips,” he murmurs, translating.
I blink, eyes locked on his. “Elijah, I’m scared.”
He leans in, brushing his nose against mine, fingers slipping gently through the sides of my hair.
“Mmm… of me fucking you, or loving you?”
I shiver as he whispers more Spanish across my lips, words I don’t understand but feel all the way to my bones.
Whatever he’s saying, my body responds instinctively. I grab him by the collar and pull him closer.
My fingers fumble with buttons, but patience drains from me like water. Frustrated, I tear the shirt open at the seams, not caring in the slightest that I just destroyed a thousand-dollar dress shirt.
“Elijah, help me,” I say, my voice shaking as much as my hands. Buttons scatter across the floor like spilled secrets. Without missing a beat, he unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants. His hands find my waist, fingers curling gently as he pulls me into him.
“Eliiijah,” I groan into the space between us, breath tangled with his, as he sinks onto the mattress, and I fall into his waiting arms.
His mouth crashes into mine as I kick off my pants, a shiver rippling through my entire body when his cock rubs over mine.
“Need to stop,” I pant. “Just… give me a second.”
“Nrgh,” he protests, but I silence him by tracing his lips with my tongue.
“Alex…” he mumbles into the kiss, twisting my name into something dirty and delicious. My hips dip between his thighs, and all of my anxiety suddenly comes to a head.
Tension coils tight in my chest, a silent drumbeat pounding beneath my skin.
I draw in a slow breath, steadying the tremble I refuse to let show, and start to count—each number a step closer to the inevitable.
Elijah’s lips are still on mine, soft and insistent, unaware of the countdown ticking behind my eyes.
Eight. Nine. Ten.
At eleven, I move.
I skip right over the neck sucking and nipple licking and aim straight for his mouthwatering cock.
My lips coast down the center of his chest, and I don’t stop until my chin bumps into his thick crown.
It’s just as plush and springy as his lips.
I reach down and stroke him, painting precum all over my neck and chin, showering in the sounds of his moans.
They’re like molten metal, heavy with heat, branding themselves into every inch of me.
I guide his dick to my lips, stretching them around his flared head and flicking my tongue along its fat ridge. The taste of him is intoxicating, warm, heady, and I want more—so much more.
He punches his hips, sending his cock sailing straight down my throat.
I gag, but recover quickly. The weight of his dick lying across my tongue feels fucking amazing.
Heavy and thick. Smooth as the inside of my thigh.
I swallow around him, and he mumbles in Spanish, husky, but slow and soft, like he’s whispering a secret to my skin.
My lips curl into a smile when his Spanish words mingle with moans.
It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.
“Up here,” he murmurs, pulling out of my mouth and lifting my body up to his.
I meet him with a blistering kiss, letting him lick his musky scent off my lips. The deep sound of his moan, low and lingering, makes my mouth vibrate with a hunger so wild I forget where I am, who I am—only that I need more of him.
He breathes into my mouth, stealing the air from my lungs and replacing it with fire.
“Oh god,” I say, feeling my body arch toward him.
“Oh fucking god… Oooo…”
My vision blurs. Cum spurts from my dick like champagne foam. Elijah is moving and moaning. I’m still fucking coming—ropes of it, jetting across my stomach, chest, and even my neck.
I pant and cough. Heart sprinting in a race I never signed up for.
A shaky breath rattles through me as I try to hold myself together—even while my body begs for more.
I glance down.
Holy fuck.
The sight steals my breath.
There’s so much cum on my skin, I’m not even sure if it all belongs to me.
“Condoms?” Elijah rasps across my battered lips.
Well, there’s my answer, he’s still rock fucking hard. Thick and straining.
“No. No condoms.”
“Lube?”
Fuck. Why hadn’t I thought about getting lube?
“Nope,” I say, voice tight with frustration.
Elijah smiles as he begins kissing me again, dragging his fingers through a copious amount of cum on my neck. I open my mouth to apologize when suddenly I feel those cum-covered fingers walking down my body—all the way down, skimming over my ass, and finally coming to rest on my virgin hole.
And I freeze.
Not gonna lie… I’m nervous as fuck. My heart’s hammering like it’s trying to escape my chest.
“Alex,” he whispers, fingertips gently massaging my fluttering hole.
I try to relax… really try.
I focus on the gentle touch of his fingers against my skin, the way they linger just long enough for me to breathe and adjust to the sparks beneath the surface.
And then there’s the sound of my name—soft, deliberate—each letter slipping off his tongue like he’s tasting it for the first time, and savoring every syllable: A… L… E… X.
The way he says it wraps around me, warm and slow, pulling me deeper into the moment. I drag in a shaky breath and hold it, clinging to that sliver of control… until I can’t anymore.
Then I let it go in a rush, surrendering to the heat, the closeness—trusting him completely, even as my pulse races with everything that’s coming next.
“Yes,” he whispers, slipping a finger inside. “Relax for me, love. Just like that.”
It’s the way he touches me—gentle but sure—and the way he speaks—soft and steady, like he’s grounding me with every word.
That’s what undoes me.
Not the urgency, not the heat, but the quiet certainty of him. And slowly, the tension I’ve been gripping like armor begins to fall away, piece by piece.
My lips part, a breath of air escaping like a whisper, carrying the weight of every unspoken want I’ve tried to bury.
“Oh god.” I gasp when he slips in another finger.
It hurts. A little… or maybe a lot. But his fingers are warm, slick with cum, and fuck, if that isn’t a turn-on.
I close my eyes, concentrate on breathing, feeling him stretch that tight ring of muscle. He gently strokes the lining of my canal, and I lose myself in the tenderness of the moment, warm breath on my neck, and the gentle caress of his fingers as they graze across my—
“Oh fuuck!”
I snap my hips, chasing those fingers he so abruptly pulled out of my body.
Thick forearms land on each side of my face, and he captures my floundering lips in his mouth—his tongue stealing my words, my moans, my breath.
He drags his dick across the slippery surface of my abs, swimming through thick waves of cum, coating his cock with my jizz.
“Feel good, Alex?”
“Mm-hmm,” is all I can manage, my body answering for me when words fall short.
“And this?”
His thick cock sweeps down my belly, drops behind my balls, and slips between my cheeks.
A whimper falls from my lips when I feel him position the tip of his cock against my hole, circling my sensitive rim.
“W-we don’t have any lube,” I stammer.
“Mm, but we do have a solution.” He pushes the tip of his cum-slicked cock into my ass.
His breathing is labored, words fractured, accent heavy. “Do… do you… do you want this?” he asks on shaky breath.
Oh my god… I want everything.
I spread my legs wider, opening myself fully. Gently, he drapes my knees over his elbows and pulls my hips up, forward, and whispers, “I can’t wait to make love to you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes inside.
Pressure. So much pressure. But his lips are back on mine, sucking, licking, taking, inhaling my pleas as I struggle to find words.
I grip his ass so hard I’m almost certain my fingers have left permanent imprints in his skin.
And for a moment, we stay that way—connected, not saying a word but saying everything.
Once my breath evens out, calm and slow, I pull him in tighter, helping him fill me, inch by aching inch.
I open my eyes and find his, waiting, watching.
He’s halfway inside, and I’m adjusting to this new sensation.
He nips tenderly at my neck, allowing me just enough space to breathe—and I do. I breathe. I breathe. I—
“Fuuuck!”
He plows into me, capturing my scream in his mouth, muting my cries.
He kisses me through the pain, through the tears, never stopping until my body relaxes, and I’m kissing him back.
He’s speaking against my lips. I’m gasping—for air, for words.
I love you. I love you, I want so badly to tell him, but his hungry mouth keeps stealing my voice.
“Alex,” he moans, blowing my name across my crazed lips. His hips begin moving, gently rocking, his dick gliding through the walls of my ass, and it feels so fucking good. He takes me slow at first, then fucks me hard, makes love to me, gentle and rough.
“Yesss, Elijah. Yesss.”
I grab myself just in the nick of time as my orgasm rips through me—again—blinding me with the purest of white light. Elijah cries out my name, every syllable wrapped in the weight of his Spanish tongue. One final punch of his hips and a burst of warm fluid fills my ass.
And suddenly, everything I thought I knew about myself unravels.
He drops his head to my shoulder, and his arms give way.
“Elijah?” I murmur against his warm, sweaty skin.
“Mmm…” he hums, breathing softly into my neck.
“I’m not interested anymore.”
His breath catches, and he lifts his head.
“What? No?” His voice is rough, surprised.
I lean in closer to his ear. “Nope,” I whisper. “I’m definitely fucking gay.”
He rolls off me, laughing, then presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, completely unaware that the words I love you are tangled somewhere in his mouth.
ELIJAH
I struggle to open my eyes. Beside me, Alex stretches, tugging the warm blanket with him. I pull him close and press a kiss to his forehead as his lazy eyes flutter open, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Mmm… that sexy-as-fuck dimple.
“Good morning, mi amor.” I kiss his flushed cheek. He looks stunning, as always.
“Elijah,” he groans, stretching again. “Have you showered already? You smell… clean.”
“Was I dirty before?”
“Your lips are always filthy.”
I steal another kiss. “Is that so? I guarantee it’s only when they’re on you, mi amor.”
I roll onto my side and reach for my pants.
“I’m going to grab a cup of coffee while you get your sweet ass out of bed and into the shower. Oh, and Alex?”
“Yeeesss?” He yawns, rolling to the other side of the bed.
“I just want to assure you I’ve been tested—and I’m negative. Haven’t slept with anyone… well, other than my husband.”
Fuck. I cringe at the Freudian slip. Thank God that he didn’t catch it.
He yawns again. “Good to know. I got tested too during my annual physical last month. All clear.”
I wasn’t worried—I knew he hadn’t been with a woman in years, much less a man.
I lean in for one more sloppy kiss before sliding out of bed, heading off in search of coffee.