Chapter 8 #2
My balls tingled, and I slanted my mouth over his, tangling our tongues. I’d given up on being friends. It was pointless. Kissing him was the most natural thing in the world given our history.
“Get a room!” A man shouted and then barked out a laugh.
Eli broke the kiss, and his cheeks flushed. “Oops.” Pressing his forehead against mine, he said, “I’ll get my goodnight kiss when I walk you to your door.”
“We’re taking an Uber.” I flicked my tongue on his upper lip. But it was a nice thought.
“That fucking tongue of yours.” He breathed in deeply. “I’ll make it happen. Watch.”
A car drove to the curb. “Eli Dawson?” A woman asked through the open window of a black sedan.
“Yep, that’s me.” Snatching my hand, he led me to the car, and we climbed into the back seat, our hands resting between us.
It would be a quick ride since I lived only five minutes away.
I gazed at the squat brick buildings of downtown Tempe, their shops spilling light into the night, the small trees rising from holes in the sidewalk every twenty feet, and the throng of young people strolling in packs with the occasional skateboarder rushing by them.
On a street corner, a young man with dreadlocks played guitar and sang while people stood and watched.
Tempe felt more like home this year. Did Eli play a part?
Eli leaned forward between the seats. “When we arrive at the first destination, I’m walking my date to his door. If you can wait for me, there’s an extra twenty bucks in it for you.”
The woman glanced at him in her rearview mirror. “Certainly.” She gave him a warm smile. “You two make a cute couple.”
“Thank you.” He threw me a smug grin as he sank in beside me and then kissed the back of my hand. “Told you I’d make it happen.”
As we stopped in the parking lot for my apartment, Eli handed the driver a twenty-dollar bill and gave her the next address.
We stepped out and strolled along the pathway to my apartment, under the tall trees and through the landscaping rocks and desert plants, his words rumbling through my mind. “So, I’m your date?”
“Yeah. We’re kissing, and we went out together. That makes you my date.” He stopped at my door and faced me. “Unless you’d rather I call you my boyfriend, but I figured you’d need some time before you’d accept that term.” He brushed a lock of hair from my forehead.
“Yeah, date works.” I couldn’t give in that easily. He still had some groveling to do. As my gaze landed on his plump lips, he cupped my cheeks.
“I’ll take it.” He devoured me in heated kisses, his tongue skimming mine. This time, he held nothing back. As he wrapped his arms around my waist, he grabbed my ass and ground his swelling dick on mine.
Sparks flew across my spine as my cock woke. A moan tumbled from my throat, and I returned the kisses, biting his lower lip and darting my tongue inside his mouth. Fuck, it would be so easy to invite him inside and surrender to the blowjobs we’d talked about tonight. No, I had to hold off.
Breaking the kisses, I stepped back, my chest heaving with deep breaths, and stared at his chest in a daze. I’d forgotten how intense he could be. “I, uh, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Tomorrow. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Maybe we can hang out? It’s Sunday.” Grabbing my nape, he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips. “I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Sure.” With a nod and a quick glance at his gorgeous face, I opened the door.
“Shit.” Grace stumbled in front of the window, the blinds crashing to the sill.
“What the hell were you doing?” Planting my hands on my hips, I fought to keep a straight face.
“N-nothing, just making sure you had a good time.” Swiping her palms together, she lifted her chin.
“I see you did.” With a click of her tongue, she strode into the kitchen.
“I’ll get you some water.” She opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles.
“Because you’re going to sit on the damn couch and tell me everything. ”
“Aw, can’t it wait until morning?” I fell onto the end of our sofa.
“No, I’ll never get to sleep.” Rounding the couch, she fell in beside me and handed me a bottle. “The abbreviated version works, and then you can tell me all the deets in the morning.”
“Fine.” Unscrewing my cap, I took a few gulps of the cold water. “We were at the bar as friends until my old gymnastics buddy, Jasper, showed up.” I arched a brow.
“Yeah?” She inched closer to me. “And?”
“And Jasper asked me to dance, so I did. Eli got jealous, and his friends lost their minds about it. But I explained the situation and then…” I shrugged. “And then Eli asked me to slow dance, and it was all over. I’m officially dating him.”
“But his friends were mad at you for dancing with Jasper?” Her brows lifted, and she drank some water.
“They thought I was playing with Eli’s heart.
I wasn’t.” I twisted my bottle in my lap.
“I’d gone there as friends. But Eli can’t be friends.
I found it out pretty quickly.” Being friends with Eli would never have worked.
He was an all-or-nothing guy. Meeting her gaze, I said, “If the roles were reversed and you were there—”
“Oh, I’d have kicked his ass. I took judo, you know. I could throw his ass to the floor in a second. I don’t care how big he is.” She ticked her head.
Rolling my eyes and snickering, I said, “I know you’re ferocious.” Warmth cradled my heart. She was such a loyal friend, like Eli’s friends were for him. “Anyway, that’s what happened. I might spend some time with him tomorrow.” I stood. “But right now, I’m tired and want to go to bed.”
“Yeah, sure.” Rising, she followed me to the hallway. “Goodnight, Wren. I’m glad things worked out.” She kissed my cheek and then entered her room.
After stepping into my room and locking the door, I flicked the lamp on at my nightstand, set the water on it and undressed, tossing my clothing into the hamper in my closet. It was time to start the jerk-off session I’d promised myself. Eli had relentlessly teased my poor dick all night.
I pulled a travel pack of tissues and a bottle of lube from my nightstand drawer and lay on my back against the pillows at my headboard, my cock already rock solid.
Tapping on my phone’s screen, I opened my go-to porn site and found an old favorite video of a muscled man with dark hair, blowing a smaller man. Perfect. I could visualize myself and Eli.
My dick pulsed, and precum beaded at the tip. My cock was on board with this scenario too. I squirted lube into my palm and started the video, slowly stroking my sensitive dick. It wouldn’t take long after being with Eli.
As the larger man sucked the smaller one, the smaller man moaned and hissed.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, under my breath, and the pair merged into myself and Eli. I stroked faster, rocking my hips in time and biting my lower lip. Sensation tightened my balls, and my stomach clenched. Fuck, don’t come already.
I left my cock and pulled on my balls, rolling them in my hand, the intense pleasure ebbing, but the tension ever present.
The Eli in my head pulled off and licked my nuts, sucking one into his mouth and then the other.
With a gasp, I shuddered and stroked my shaft lightly, drawing out the inevitable. As I bit my lip, a whimper escaped me, and my cock twitched.
Eli licked my shaft and moaned.
“Fucking hell,” I gritted out. The raw edge of climax rushed to the surface, and I pinched the head of my dick. “No, no, no, not yet.” I held it off and took deep breaths. Goddamn, I would come hard.
I glanced at my nightstand. A plug would make it even better, but I might come just putting the damn thing in. As my attention returned to the phone, the larger man milked the smaller one, and cum spurted onto his stomach.
“Fuck.” I pumped my cock with quick strokes, thrusting my hips.
This was it. No holding back. As pleasure crested, my dick pulsed, and hot cum shot to my chest and over my fingers, over and over, each wave sharper than the last. Dropping the phone, I bit the back of my hand, muffling my string of moans. I didn’t need Grace to hear me.
As it slowed, I shut my eyes and relaxed against the pillows, my head caught in a post-climax haze.
Was Eli doing the same thing in his bedroom?
The side of my mouth tugged. With the number of boners he’d had tonight, he sure as hell was.
There’d always been an intense chemistry between us.
It had been the reason Eli had taken a chance with me.
I sighed. Eventually, I’d have to silence the doubt in my head. Everyone who knew Eli stood up for him. He was out. He wasn’t the same man. I had to continue telling myself this. It wasn’t fair to shove the past in his face.
Opening my eyes, I pulled a few tissues from the container and wiped off. What would we do tomorrow? More than likely, he’d have a plan. I’d go along with whatever he wanted. But I wouldn’t let him pay for me again. That had to stop. I’d started feeling like I was taking advantage of the situation.
I rose from the bed and strolled into my bathroom, then tossed the used tissues into the garbage bin by the toilet. It was time to brush my teeth and go to bed.