Chapter 42 #2
Moaning unintelligible words, Elijah continues fisting his cock, filling the silence with sloppy sounds as I carry on with bouncing against his ass.
The slide feels incredible, and with each pass of my flared head over his slippery hole, I add a little pressure, wanting so badly to push inside, but never would I ever…
Creeeek…
Another sound sets my eyes darting between shadows and shapes, locked in on the hunt for our little Peeping Tom. He’s here—I know it.
I squint, narrowing my focus, allowing my eyes to adjust to the patchy shadings of light. And… ah… there you are. Tucked into the corner by the fridge, eyes pinned directly on us.
I see you, Gabriel.
And you’re about to get the show of a lifetime.
I slam my hips against Elijah’s ass and can’t help but smirk as my dick barrels between his cheeks, harder, faster, steadier, extracting such beautiful fucking moans in Spanish that have me leaking like crazy.
It’s smooth sailing, and I punch my hips forward, sending my cock jetting through the center of his perfect ass. He’s got a good grip on his own cock, and he pumps it rapidly, palm coasting over his flared tip.
“God. Fucking godddd…” He pants as I slide right past his hole again and again and a-fucking-gain.
Heat rushes across my face, and sweat drips from my forehead.
I swipe it away with the back of my wrist while snapping my hips forward to show our visitor that I’m the fucking man!
Out of breath, out of control, and out of my fucking mind, I crash my hips against his ass, and my dick slams into his hole and—
“Fuuuuck!” he yells, sending his voice ricocheting through my brain.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
I’m in.
And I need to get the hell out.
“Elijah!” I huff, pulling out of his ass so fast it causes him to draw in a heavy breath through tightly clenched teeth.
Fucking hell. What have I done?
I cringe as he fists my shirt, holding me in place while he’s still pressed face-first on the countertop.
Not knowing what his intentions are, I mentally prepare myself for whatever is about to happen—like him kicking my feet out from under me and sending me crashing to the floor.
It’s not a move I’d ever think he’d do, but it surely is one I deserve.
But he shocks me by yanking my shirt so hard that my hips collide against his ass, and he grunts before demanding…
“More... Please, Alex. More.”
He’s out of his mind—has to be. I’m not sure who’s crazier—me or him? It’s too close to call. But if more is what he wants, then more is exactly what he’s getting.
I slam back in and fuck him like a maniac. Picking right up where I left off. Like I have something to prove. Harder. Faster. Sweatier. Dirtier. Hips flying fast and furious.
My mind is reeling—
You made a promise, goddamn it!
Doesn’t matter. He wants this. He begged for it.
Right?
Fucking right?
I shake my head. “Tell me to stop, Elijah.” My jaw locks as I mentally scream at myself to calm the fuck down and give him a chance to come to his senses, or just come in general. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
I pound into him, and he squeezes my thigh, fingers digging deep into my skin, causing my body to vibrate as I thrust this way and that way, losing any and all rhythm that I’d previously had.
I need to hear him say it. Need him to tell me to calm my shit down since, apparently, I’m unable to heed my own warning.
But because he stays quiet, I continue to fuck him harder; his heavy balls slapping like putty against the cupboard. And damn if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
“God, Elijah. Tell me you want this. Please, tell me something… anything… just-just-just say something,” I plead.
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t fucking stop,” he rasps.
Finally.
“I’m gonna come, Alex. Fuck, baby… I’m coming.”
My eyes slam into Gabriel’s as Elijah comes completely undone, spewing words in both English and Spanish—just a mumbling mess of euphoria, as he ejaculates all over the cabinets.
And I smile, a sick, demented smile, as I shoot my release into his gorgeous ass.
Childish. I fucking know!
But I can’t seem to care. Jealousy clouds my thoughts, making it impossible for me to give a fuck.
Not one single fuck.
Elijah clenches his ass, causing another spurt of cum to jet out of my dick. Reaching behind, he grasps my hand, and I can’t even begin to tell you how satisfying it is to feel his fingers all wet and sticky from his own release.
Humming contentedly, I drape myself across his back and once again scan the room for our Peeping Tom—locking eyes with him the moment I spot him, still frozen in the same spot as before.
He tilts his head to one side, and then to the other.
In this low light, I can’t see his expression, but I do see his eyes—the whites of them anyway. They drop down to Elijah’s dick, and then move slowly over to where mine is still buried deep inside Elijah’s ass.
Good. I hope he’s mad.
I want him mad.
Elijah stirs, and my dick slips out, a thick stream of cum running down his inner thigh. Gabriel’s eyes dart back up to mine, and I hold his stare while dropping to my knees to catch the river of cum on my tongue.
“Ooo…mmm” Elijah moans. Music to my ears. I sit back on my heels with cum-covered lips.
Gabriel’s wide eyes flick down to my soaking wet mouth, then back to my eyes—before finally looking away.
A soft click of a door has Elijah’s head snapping up.
“Did you hear something?”
I grin. “I think my heart exploded,” I tease, at last swiping my wrist across my sticky lips.
Chuckling, a little unsteady, he turns and holds out a hand to help me up from my knees. I drag my palms over my thighs as he pulls me in for a kiss—a kiss I know I don’t deserve.
“Gracias,” he murmurs, kissing the Spanish sentiment into my lips.
“For what?”
“For loving me,” he whispers. “For keeping promises.” He smirks against my mouth, and I know, somehow, that I’m forgiven for the promise I failed to keep. “And for accepting our family dynamics. It means everything to me, baby. We all love you. Even Gabriel.”
I stare down at my feet, nausea rising in my throat.
I just fucked up.