Chapter 10 #2
“Son?” Dad asked.
Son? Now he wanted to act like a fucking father? Why, to look good for his new fucking family? I steadied myself. “Sorry, I swallowed wrong.” I glanced at Eli, hovering over me as if I would pass out. I just might.
“Okay, anyway, Karen and I would love to have you over for dinner. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, I agree.” And the last time I’d visited him, he’d barely been around. My eyes popped open. Holy fuck. Dinner? With him and his pregnant wife? Squeezing Eli’s thigh, I said, “I’d like to bring someone with me, if that’s okay.” I’d have to word this carefully.
“Who would that be?” Dad asked.
“My uh…” Looking into Eli’s eyes, I said, “My boyfriend, Eli Dawson. He’s a linebacker with ASU, and it’s about time you met him.”
Eli’s brows shot into his hairline while his jaw dropped.
I winced. Fuck, I had some explaining to do. But under no circumstances would I have this dinner alone with them.
“Sure, um…” Dad murmured something I couldn’t hear. “Karen says it’s fine.”
So, it was up to Karen? I scoffed softly and said, “When do you want us? We have an away game this weekend, so I’ll be gone.” I pursed my lips. “I’m on the cheering squad this year. I quit gymnastics.”
“You did?” He huffed. “Why would you do that?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you at dinner.” As a smirk slid across my mouth, I sipped more wine. As if I would ever seek advice from someone who barely knew me.
“Well, how about midweek next week? Does Wednesday evening work?” Dad asked.
“Hang on.” I should at least ask Eli before I responded. I set the phone on mute and focused on Eli. “Eli, would you please—”
“Yes, whatever you need, Wren, count me in.” His gaze searched my face.
He wasn’t aware of what he was signing up for. “It would be a dinner at my dad’s house in Scottsdale on Wednesday night. Are you sure you’re free?”
He blinked. “Uh, yeah, I’m free. I’ll make myself free.” His brows lowered. “He has a home here now?”
“Just a minute.” With my heart falling into a natural rhythm, I held a finger up to Eli and unmuted the phone. “Yes, Wednesday works. What time would you like us to be there?”
“Six. See you soon,” Dad said.
“See you. Bye.” I ended the call and blew out a long breath. Holy fuck, what just happened?
“Wren, are you okay?” Eli grabbed my phone, set it on the coffee table and draped his arms around my shoulders. “You look shocked.”
“I am shocked.” I melted into his embrace, his warmth soothing the nerves misfiring all over my body. How the hell was I supposed to take this? I’d have a brother at least twenty-two years younger than me. Through my teeth, I said, “They better not ask me to babysit every fucking weekend.”
“What?” Eli brushed his hand down the back of my head. “You’ll have to tell me what happened. I couldn’t hear most of it.”
Resting my cheek against his shoulder, I said, “My dad remarried about a year ago to a woman who is almost twenty years younger than him.” I sighed. “I think she married him for money, but whatever.” Through my teeth, I added, “He didn’t even invite me to the wedding.”
“Oh…” He kissed my head. “Go on.”
“He got her pregnant, and they moved here to be close to her family.” At least, it sounded like that’s what he’d said.
The entire conversation seemed surreal now.
“I don’t know what he did with his house in California.
I guess we’ll find out at dinner next week.
” My heart stung. I didn’t trust him. He was my father, and I had no trust of or respect for him.
Nodding against my head, he said, “Okay. I guess we’ll find out together.”
Shit, I’d called Eli my boyfriend. “Eli?” I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his.
“I had to call you my boyfriend or he might not have let me bring you. I need you there, though.” What a loser I was.
Didn’t all this shit make him a boyfriend?
He was doing boyfriend things. But I wasn’t ready for the designation.
“Oh.” Flinching, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Sure, I get it.” He dropped his arms from my shoulders.
I’d hurt him. Fuck me. “I’m sorry, Eli. I was in a bad spot, and I don’t want to rush us.”
“I know.” He drank some wine. “It’s okay, Wren. I was surprised when you said that,” he said, gazing at his wineglass as he tipped it. “It was nice to hear, but I understand you didn’t mean it.”
I grasped his free hand with both of mine. “I want it to be true someday.”
“You do?” His gaze swung to my mouth, and he leaned in. “Show me.”
After swiping my tongue around my mouth, I came in and pressed my lips to his in a kiss full of the emotions swirling inside me. He hadn’t hesitated one bit. He’d be there for me through this shitshow.
Inching closer, he set his wineglass on the table and then took mine from me to place it next to his, his hungry mouth devouring mine and his tongue darting inside.
I leaned back as he pushed on my chest, my cock plumping in my shorts and poking into my waistband.
“Want you, Wren.” Urging me onto my back, he crawled between my legs and lay on top of me, chest to chest, our hard dicks pressing together through our shorts. Propping on an elbow, he nipped my chin. “This okay? I’m not too heavy, am I?”
“No, it’s just right.” He was heavy, but it was comforting, like a weighted blanket. Rocking my hips, I grabbed his thick ass muscles and dug in. Pleasure shook my insides, and I whimpered. How would this end? How did I want it to end? Shared orgasms for sure.
He thrust against me, his breath quickening as he sucked and licked the column of my neck. “You taste so good.” Writhing over me, he snuck his hand under my shirt and up, finding a nipple and teasing it into a hard nub.
Sensation threaded from my chest to my dick, and it pulsed, dribbling precum into my underwear. “Fuck yeah.” I arched my back. He knew exactly what I liked. We’d already explored each other in high school.
“I missed this, Wren.” He crawled downward, lifted my shirt into my armpits and sucked a nipple into his mouth, gnawing it while rubbing the other one.
“Oh, God.” My cock ached as sensation sparked through my body. I thrust against his hard abs, seeking friction and pressure. Slapping my hands on his shoulders, I pushed.
Flicking his tongue at my nipple, he peeked at me and gave me a wicked grin. “You want me lower?”
“Y-yeah. Yes.” Rolling my hips, my cock pressed into him and pleasure shuddered over me. “Suck my dick, Eli. Please. Like you used to.” God, he’d been good at it.
As his grin faded, his eyes darkened further, and his brows tensed. “Shit, I think you made me come a little just by asking for it.”
“Don’t do that. Save it for me.” My mouth watered as my mind flooded with memories of his thick cock sliding across my tongue. I would come so fucking hard tonight, after all the teasing and obsessing over it.
“Of course.” He licked his way down the center groove of my abs and then sat on tucked legs as he pulled the band of my shorts and briefs out. “Lift your hips.”
I did as instructed, and he slid my shorts and underwear to my upper thighs. “Look at that gorgeous cock.” He slipped his finger in his mouth and trailed it up my shaft, spreading the bead of precum at the tip.
As a jolt of sensation swept up my spine, my dick twitched under his touch. “F-fuck…” I was so wound up, I might burst as soon as he took me in his mouth. I had to think of something else. Football? No, there are too many hot guys in tight pants. Uh, school? Maybe.
He lowered his shorts, exposing his swollen dick, the head with an angry reddish hue. As he slowly stroked himself, he fisted my cock and lowered his mouth over me.
Wet heat enveloped me in all-encompassing pleasure, spreading a wave of heat across my skin. “Feels good, Eli. God damn.” I threaded my fingers through his thick, dark locks and pulled while thrusting into his mouth.
With a moan, he sucked me all the in and swallowed.
I gasped, and my body jerked with sparks of sensation shooting through me. That’s what I remembered. He almost never gagged. God, what a lucky man I’d been in high school.
Milking my dick, he left his cock and reached to my chest, pinching one nipple then the other.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck.” He was going all out. He knew this got me off every time. I fought a wave of sensation, my climax tumbling toward the edge. My toes curled and stomach tensed as my balls grew heavy and tightened. “Close, Eli. I’m fucking close,” I rasped.
He pulled off me with a slurp. “Good. I love you like this.” He licked my shaft and swirled his tongue around the head, flicking into my slit, while his fingers relentlessly teased my nipples.
Tingling built at the base of my cock. “Coming.” I wanted to come in his mouth, damn it. I peeked at him.
He plunged over my dick again and pumped in earnest, swallowing me whole and then moaned.
As I tumbled over the edge, my body shuddered with quick pulses, my cum erupting down his throat. With quick gasps, I clutched his hair, and my toes curled as it went on and on. “Holy fuck, so good.”
He swallowed it all down and as it slowed, he circled his tongue around my dick and sat up, then swiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You still taste the same. A little on the sweet side.”
I slumped onto the couch, my head in a daze. He’d always said that. “I don’t know why. I hardly ever eat sweets.”
“I wonder if it’s only sweet for me?” He sat on his haunches, slowly stroking his thick cock, stretching between his thighs and almost to his navel.
“What, like it changes taste depending on who I’m with?” What the hell were we talking about? I chuckled and forced the fog from my head.
“Yeah, maybe. Like what if cum changes to taste more palatable with someone you’re meant to be with?” He fell over me on one straight arm, his eyelids hooded, and lips red and swollen, his fist in a constant rhythm on his shaft.