Chapter 42
ALEX
I enter the kitchen, pull out a chair, and slide in beside a haggard-looking Gabriel.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He gives me the side-eye.
I just can’t with him anymore.
The coffee machine hisses and sputters, and Elijah releases the steam before pouring the milky froth over mugs of hot espresso. The robust aroma fills the entire kitchen and then some.
Gabriel leans forward, letting out a long sigh. “The paparazzi are gathered outside of your apartment. I guess it’s a big deal when a supermodel turns out to be gay these days.”
I rap my knuckles against the counter and then reach for my coffee. “I think they’re more interested in my coming between the two of you.”
Gabriel perks up. “Now, wouldn’t that be lovely! You’re welcome to cum between Elijah and me anytime. Isn’t that right, love?”
I choke on the froth as Elijah turns around.
“Relax, amigo.” Gabriel chuckles, handing me a napkin, wise-ass grin still in place.
Ignoring his idiocy, I swing my gaze to Elijah. He tosses a spoon into the sink, then moves to stand by my side.
“As Gabriel was trying to say...” He pauses to blow on his coffee.
“The paparazzi are camped outside your building. I spoke to Ana and asked them to stay inside. The last thing they need is to get dragged into this drama by hungry reporters. Emilee’s a little shaken up, but Ana’s used to this shit. They’ll be fine.”
I shoot to my feet—too fast—and spill my coffee. “I have to leave.”
I’ve spent my entire modeling career keeping Emilee out of the public eye. I’m not about to subject her to it now.
Elijah steps in front of me, righting my mug as he does. “As long as she stays inside, she’s not in the spotlight. If we go to your place now, we’ll only draw more attention. Let the PR teams handle this. We’ll go quietly in the morning.
“I agree,” Gabriel adds, tossing in his two cents.
Logically, I know they’re right, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I glance down at the spill spreading out across the counter. I should probably wipe it up, but nobody else seems too concerned with it, so whatever.
Gabriel stands, stretching his arms overhead. “Well, I’m turning in early.” He drops his mug in the sink and returns with a sponge to mop up my mess.
I swear he does this shit just to irk me.
“Buenas noches, Alex.”
The dark line of hair below his belly button leaves me completely tongue-tied, but I manage a clipped nod. Once he’s out of earshot, I turn to Elijah.
“He’s staying here again, isn’t he?”
Elijah brushes off the jealousy trailing behind my words with a casual wave. “Don’t worry about him. And please don’t stress about the public finding out you’re gay. Our PR team knows how to spin these stories—they’ll craft a better one. I promise.”
He leans in to kiss me, but my hands shoot straight to my hips.
“Is that what you think? Do you honestly think I’m ashamed of being gay?
” I take a step closer. “Let me make this very clear, Elijah. Maybe having sex with a man is new to me—okay, definitely new to me. And falling in love with one? That was a surprise, sure. But I am not ashamed of loving a man, Elijah. I’m not ashamed of loving you. ”
I swipe at the tears trickling down my cheeks, irritated.
The fact that I’m even crying annoys me almost as much as Gabriel does—because seriously—when the hell have I ever cried so much in my life? It’s like a side effect of being gay or something.
Elijah brushes his lips against mine. “Then what can I do to stop these tears, baby?”
I can only think of one thing. “Let me fuck you again. Please, Elijah.”
“Alex…” He heads back to the sink, placing our mugs inside and dropping his chin to his chest. I come up behind him, running my hands down his arms. He stands there like a block.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t bottom,” he mutters. Stunner—because I know for a fact that I wasn’t delusional when my dick was inside him at my place. It’s not something I’ll easily forget. Pretty sure I’ll remember that for as long as I live. I squeeze in between him and the sink and lift his chin. He closes his eyes.
“What’s this about, Elijah? You bottomed for me already. And I know I wasn’t dreaming.”
“You weren’t,” he confirms. “I did that for you, Alex. Only you. Just that one time. I would do anything for you.” His fingers come to rest on my face, and he sweeps them lightly over my cheeks as if reading braille.
Shivers race down my spine. “You were hurting. You needed me, and I gave you what you needed. But I’m not a bottom. I’m sorry.”
Yeah, well… “I’m sorry too,” I whisper as he opens his eyes, and I lean in to him, walking him backward until his hips meet the counter. I roll my dick against the bulge in his pants, and he moans, deep and throaty. “Not even with your husband?” I challenge.
“Ex-husband,” he clarifies, grinding against me.
“Mmm. Not even with him?”
“Never, Alex. Never with him.”
And now I have so many questions. Starting with what the ever-loving heck?
How is that even possible? You were married for Christ’s sake.
Isn’t that what married couples do? Fuck?
I’d accuse him of lying, but I know that’s not the case.
The look in his eyes alone tells me he’s dead serious.
And so goddamn gorgeous, especially with the moon shadows dancing across the walls through the vertical blinds.
I decide to shelve my questions for the time being.
“Turn around, Elijah.”
“Alex…”
“Please. Just let me… just… trust me,” I plead, grinding against the prominent bulge in his pants.
“I need this.” His cock thickens against mine, and I suck in a breath because, man, does that feel terrific.
I lick a stripe up his neck and whisper in his ear.
“I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.
” Those dark eyes feud with mine, but I wait him out.
I’m not budging. Not even a little. Finally, he relents, turning around and slapping his hands reluctantly on the countertop. He glances over his shoulder.
“Nrgh.”
I bury my hands underneath his shirt, washing them over his abs. It never ceases to amaze me how fit his body is underneath all that conservative clothing. It blows my mind. Every time. He bows his head, and I waste no time sliding his shirt off and tossing it to the side.
He hums as my fingers sail up his spine and across his shoulders, gently applying pressure and lowering him farther down on the countertop.
“You’re so sexy,” I praise, reveling in the indecent sounds he’s making as they hum through my veins.
His shoulders go slack underneath my palms, and I run my tongue along each side of his neck, sucking on his tender skin.
“You look so fucking hot,” I gush, sliding my hands down to his waist and punching my erection against his ass.
“Fffmmm… His eyes close, and his voice softens. “Tócame suavemente…” he whispers, pushing his ass against my dick. “Touch me gently…” he translates to English, and I quickly comply, brushing my fingers over the soft cotton of his sweats as he goes back to groaning in Spanish. This time, he forgoes translation, but it’s not even necessary because he’s telling me everything I need to know by the way his cock is twitching and pulsing in my palm.
I stroke him lightly over his pants and then slip my fingers inside.
A burst of precum hits the pad of my thumb, and I moan in tandem with his groaning while smearing cum all over his crown.
It feels like a pincushion, soft and springy, and I run circles around it before dipping my finger into the slit, extracting more cum.
“I love you,” I whisper, sliding his pants down past his knees.
“Love you,” he mumbles, cheek firmly planted against the countertop.
I bend over his back and slide my cock between the crack of his ass.
“Ungh.” His pucker flutters buoyantly against my tip, causing me to almost come, which I definitely do not want to do…
not yet anyway. He pops his eyes open and gazes at me from over his shoulder.
“Trust me,” I soothe, scanning the counter for an alternative to lube. A bottle of olive oil is the only thing I see, but it’s too far out of my reach, and no way in hell am I about to move away from him when I have him in this position.
He widens his stance, causing my dick to slip and rest against his scrotum. His balls are beefy and heavy, and I can’t resist the urge to reach down between his thighs and fondle those beautiful things in my palm.
“Susgooood,” he coos, as I grab my dick and smear cum against his heavy balls before guiding my crown back up to his hole.
“Feel me, Elijah. Fucking feel me. I won’t break your trust. You have my promise.” I whisper into his Spanglish babbling, making a promise I’m determined to keep—so help me God.
Loving the feel of his rim fluttering against my sensitive tip, I press lightly against his tight pucker, gritting my teeth because... it feels so goddamn good. I’m betting it feels good for him, too, going by those deep, sultry moans coming out of his mouth. But I’m not one to break a promise.
So I settle for a firm slide between those tight cheeks instead.
When he squeezes his ass, I moan, awed by the way my dick feels nestled between those glorious globes.
Unable to hold back, I rock faster, steadier, harder, watching his dark lashes fall to his cheeks and his lips part as he relaxes into a submissive state.
I want to come. God, do I want to come. He’s fisting his cock, and I’m fucking him without breaching him, and it feels fan-fucking-tastic. I drop my lips to his neck and suck and lick and—
Creeeek…
The sharp screech of a floorboard grabs my attention. I snap my head up, eyes swinging left—still caught mid-rock between those very tight cheeks.
I believe we have company.