Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
If Alistair ever had any lingering doubt about Elijah and his character, that doubt was gone after their interaction with the orc contractor.
Elijah had obviously been overwhelmed, and Alistair couldn’t be angry with him for standing up for himself and what he needed in that moment.
It was what he wanted Elijah to be able to do in the office as well.
Despite his upset and the danger of the situation, Elijah didn't use his power to hurt anyone. Alistair would barely consider it using his magic at all. He had let out a burst of energy, knocking him and the orc out of their fury with nothing more than a polite shove. And still Elijah was apologizing like he’d done something horrible.
Alistair was glad he trusted his instincts on the telepath. Elijah wouldn’t hurt a fly.
An insistent tug on his hair made him chuckle.
Alright, so maybe Elijah wouldn’t knowingly hurt a fly.
He was getting a little bossy with their kisses.
Not that Alistair minded. They hadn’t gone much further than making out in the past few days, Alistair still didn’t want to push after finding out Elijah was so new to things, but every day Elijah grew a little bolder, a little more demanding.
If Alistair had been more patient, it was possible Elijah would have made the first move eventually.
Too late for that. Watching Elijah’s eyes flash with resolve as he took charge of the situation made him hot and bothered. He had always found confidence sexy.
The door slammed shut and Alistair pressed Elijah against it, drinking in his moans as Elijah’s tongue tangled with his in a battle for control.
As curious as he was to see what Elijah would be like in charge, Alistair knew he would rush things.
He was too new to take his time just yet.
Alistair had to be in charge so he wouldn’t regret the encounter later.
His palms slid back to Elijah’s backside, squeezing and kneading the bubble butt Alistair had been surprised to find beneath Elijah’s suits and jackets. He’d made it clear he didn’t exercise much, but the telepath was naturally blessed in that area, and Alistair couldn’t keep his hands off.
Ripping his mouth away when Alistair spread his cheeks a little through his clothes, Elijah gasped, “Alistair! Please!”
With a grunt of acknowledgement, Alistair dipped low enough to lift Elijah off his feet.
The man might be a few inches taller, but he was still thin, and Alistair could cart him around easily enough.
He spun around, aiming for the stairs, while Elijah crashed his lips to Alistair’s in another hungry kiss.
It wasn’t easy getting up the stairs with an amorous telepath in his arms, and he stumbled once, his focus entirely on Eli’s mouth, but he made it eventually.
He walked blindly down the hall, nearly passing the master bedroom, he was so distracted.
It was Elijah’s hand flying out to catch the door frame that stopped him from pressing him up against another wall or continuing forward.
“This one,” he breathed around kisses.
While he’d seen the general layout of the house when they were doing the walkthrough, he didn’t take a good look around the first time, or this time either.
He barely spared the room a glance before making a beeline for the bed and dropping them both on top of it.
Elijah grunted in surprise from the sudden weight, but the way his arms wrapped tighter around Alistair’s shoulders said he liked it, and Alistair wasn’t in any hurry to move.
Kicking off socks and shoes, they continued to trade hungry kisses until Alistair’s blood boiled with lust and he was pretty sure his cock was about ready to bust the zipper of his slacks.
Dragging kisses along Elijah’s jaw to his ear, he murmured, “Lube?”
Elijah’s lusty moan was tinged with dismay, his face falling as he shook his head. “I don’t own any. I’ve never needed to.”
And Alistair didn’t carry any on him. Which was stupid, since he was dating a sweet and sexy telepath and had promised himself he’d touch the man as often as he could.
He silently berated himself for a long moment before noticing Elijah’s disappointment and switching tactics.
There was more than one way to have sex.
“I guess I get to put my mouth on you instead.”
The strangled noise Elijah made nearly had Alistair laughing. “You… You want to–”
Pulling back enough to look his lover in the eye, he grinned. “Gorgeous, I want you in every way I can get you. I’d love to have you in my mouth.”
Unwilling to give Elijah any time to second-guess just how much Alistair wanted this, he set to stripping the man, chasing constellations of freckles on his shoulders and arms as he tossed away jacket, shirt, and undershirt in quick succession.
He gave some attention to Elijah’s nipples, watching the man squirm and moan until his begging pleas spilled from his mouth almost constantly.
Then he dragged his tongue down the center of Elijah’s chest and stomach, dipping into his belly button before trailing along his happy trail.
Elijah’s cock tented his slacks, nudging against Alistair’s cheek as he used his teeth to drag down the zipper.
Instead of stripping him immediately, Alistair gave in to the urge to nuzzle the straining bulge, breathing in the scent of Elijah that he was beginning to crave whenever Elijah went to his own bed at night.
If he thought it was safe, he’d refuse to let the telepath leave his arms. But the nightmares stopped him from asking Elijah to stay the night.
“Did… Did I mention lately how evil you are?” Elijah said on a gasp, his hips jumping as Alistair brushed a kiss over the tip of his cloth covered cock.
Chuckling, Alistair looked up to lock eyes with the man. His cheeks were pink, his lips swollen from their kisses, and his glasses were askew on his nose. He looked debauched already, and it only made Alistair want to muss him up more.
“Is there something you want, Eli?” he teased, nuzzling the other side of Eli’s cock.
He wanted Elijah to ask for it. To demand it.
He’d spent his whole life giving in to what everyone else wanted.
Alistair doubted Elijah had ever asked anything for himself in his entire life, aside from being able to work around others, and even then, he made himself small to do it.
Alistair was determined to get him to tell him what he wanted so he could spoil the man senseless.
Elijah’s blush deepened, and he looked a little uncomfortable saying the words out loud. Alistair kept teasing, popping the button of his slacks but still not drawing Elijah’s cock out, continuing his nuzzling to drive the man insane.
“Alistair!” Elijah whined. He made an attempt to push his own clothes off, but Alistair caught his hands and squeezed gently before pushing them away again.
“Tell me what you want, Eli. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
Hazel eyes dropped to his, cloudy with lust and need. Since he knew Elijah could pick up on his emotions when his magic was free, and they were this close, he projected as much encouragement as he could, telling Elijah without words that he was safe to tell him what he needed.
“I… I want you to…” His blush spread down his neck and into his ears, which was adorable to watch, but he gamely pushed through. “I want you to suck me. I want to feel your mouth on me… please.”
Alistair bit back a snort at the awkward please at the end, instead focusing on rewarding Elijah for his bravery.
He drew Elijah’s pants and boxers down in one move and tossed them away, along with his own shirt and slacks.
He was a little worried that if he didn’t give his own dick some breathing room, there would be a permanent indent from his zipper.
In just his boxers, he settled back between Elijah’s spread legs, running his hands up his thighs in a sensual caress that had Elijah’s cock twitching against his stomach.
His telepath was so delightfully sensitive.
Every touch garnered some kind of reaction from him, making Alistair want to touch him everywhere to find the spots that affected him the most.
He made a mental note to do that next time. He felt like if he didn't get a move on, this would become more of a punishment than a reward. It wasn’t his intention to edge Elijah all night.
Running his nose along Elijah’s thigh, he followed the path with his tongue, soaking in the moans coming from the man underneath him as he licked along the seam between thigh and groin.
Elijah’s fingers returned to his hair, tugging a little.
Alistair gave in to the silent demand with a smirk, wrapping his fist around the base of Elijah’s cock and holding it steady so he could run his tongue along the seam from base to tip.
Elijah cried out, his hips bucking automatically until Alistair settled him again with a hand on his hip to keep him in place.
He did it again, savoring the flavor of salt and Eli, before drawing the tip into his mouth.
“Oh gods! Alistair!” Elijah cried, one hand releasing Alistair’s hair to grip the pillow by his head, like he was afraid he’d pull too hard.
His eyes kept squeezing shut and flying back open, like watching Alistair was too much for him to handle but he didn’t want to look away either.
Alistair sucked him down a little more, testing the weight of him on his tongue.
He bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks, and was nearly bucked off as Elijah shouted in surprise.
“Alistair!”
Alistair released him with a pop, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?”
Elijah made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “You really are evil.”
That made him smirk. “You seem to like it. Do you want me to stop?”
For the first time since they met, Elijah didn’t hesitate, his expression fierce. “Don’t you dare!”
Grinning, Alistair stopped teasing, sucking Elijah back into his mouth and finally giving it his all.
He licked and sucked, relaxing his throat to take Elijah as deep as he could go.
It was a good thing they were in Elijah’s place and not Isaac’s.
He was pretty sure someone would hear them, despite how big that house was, that was how loud Elijah was getting.
Not that Alistair was much better. Every time he looked up at Elijah and saw the gorgeous man in the throes of passion, he groaned and ground his hips against the bed.
If he wasn’t careful, he was going to make a mess.
It was just so sexy watching Elijah lose control.
“Alistair… I…”
Elijah’s tone held a warning, but this time Alistair didn't stop. He moaned his approval, bobbing his head a little faster, and watched in fascination as Elijah’s mouth fell open on a choked cry, his back arching under the force of his release.
The first salty spurt hitting his tongue set Alistair off, and his eyes rolled back as he bucked against the bed, grinding himself through his own release as he swallowed everything Elijah had to give him.
Letting Elijah fall from his lips, he rested his forehead against Elijah’s thigh, trying to catch his breath.
He wanted to be embarrassed by the fact that he came just from watching his telepath get off.
He wasn’t a newbie like Elijah. He’d had plenty of sex in his lifetime.
Granted, it’d been a few years, but still.
But… something about Elijah made each experience feel new, like he was sharing the experience with him in some way.
The more time they spent together, the more he felt like there was something special about Elijah that made everything different.
Better. Like everything else had just been practice for something real.