Chapter 24 Tobias #2
I pull away, watching his hard dick flop against his waist. He props himself on the table with his elbows, spreading his legs wide like a platter of my favorite food.
I suck in a breath, my eyes refusing to look away as I lower to my knees.
“Come here,” I mutter, sliding him to the edge of the table. "I need to taste you."
“Oh shit,” he gasps, propping his legs over my shoulders.
I lick my tongue across his asshole, lapping up his rim hungrily, like I’ve never been fed before.
Elijah lets out a desperate groan as his body squirms in response.
Stroking myself at the same time, I can’t help but moan against his soft, delicious skin.
“I love the sounds you make for me.” My voice comes out heavy and breathless as I sink a finger into him. “More. Let me hear you.” He’s turning me on so much, I can’t stop myself. His hips slowly rock back against my finger as I pump him leisurely.
Blood rushes to my groin as he does what he’s instructed to do. The sound of my sloppy kisses mixed with his wrecked moans fills me with a blinding lust.
I stand back up, admiring the gorgeous sight in front of me. With his hair, a tousled mess, brows drawn together, and mouth slightly agape as he lazily strokes himself, I could come just from watching him.
“Dammit, T. Get inside me before I come,” he begs, sitting up, hand closing around my cock and pulling me closer. I groan as my tip teases his entrance, inching inside him.
“Shit, E… but, I don’t want to hurt you.” I cup the back of his neck, pressing my forehead to his, watching every subtle twitch as I circle his rim. “We don’t have any lube,” I growl, teeth catching my bottom lip.
“Oh, fuck it. I don’t care.” Elijah grunts, taking my hand off his neck and spitting a generous amount of saliva into my palm.
His urgency shatters my last restraint. I slide my dick through my slick fist before thrusting inside him, knocking the wind out of us both. He drops his head back, groaning, as I start a steady, unrelenting rhythm, every stroke pulling us closer to the edge.
Soon the room is full of loud smacks of my thighs against his ass, mixed with the screeching of the table across the floor.
Elijah quickly pulls up his shirt, revealing his bare torso. “Tell me you’re all mine. Say it,” he says before stuffing his mouth with the edge of his shirt.
“All yours,” I stammer. I’m losing control. “Every inch of me.” I gasp. The pressures becoming too much.
Gripping the edge of the table with one hand, he strokes himself with the other.
“Fuck yes. Come with me,” he shudders. I feel his ass clench around my dick like a vice.
His eyes roll back as white ropes spill from him, coating his clenched stomach—my favorite part. I can’t hold back any longer; I erupt inside him, filling him completely. I groan, pressing deeper, grinding my hips against his a few more times, riding out the heat between us.
Elijah’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he drapes an arm over his eyes.
I lean back, letting my dick slowly slip from his ass, watching my cum drip out with it before pressing back in with just the tip.
A slight smile shows on Elijah’s face. “You like seeing it drip out of me, don’t you?”
I’m too mesmerized to feel any shame. I keep going, the aftershocks crawling up my spine with every slow slide in and out. “I do,” I murmur to myself, barely more than a breath.
It makes me feel so close to him. Like I’m claiming him or something.
Elijah sits up on his forearms again, watching me as I drop back down to my knees.
“Tobias, you okay—” He gasps as soon as I reconnect my mouth to his ass. I can’t fully understand why myself but I have this overcoming need to. “Oh, shit!” he groans, opening his legs back up to me.
I taste myself… but more than that, I taste us. Every part of our love, deep and untouchable, only ours. No one could ever take this from us.
It silences everything else inside of me. All the loud thoughts, telling me this is wrong or that I don’t deserve to be happy.
I deepen my tongue into his ass, pulling out more sinful cries from his lips. I could do this all damn evening. Hell, I could do this forever.
I wrap my hands around his thighs, keeping him close to me.
Suddenly, I hear a light buzzing coming from my jean pockets around my ankles.
“No, not right now.” I groan, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.
“You’re telling me.” Elijah smirks, pointing to his awakened dick, resting on his wet stomach.
I smile at him before I scrounge in my pocket for my phone. “It’s probably the restaurant or something. They know I’ve got the weekend off so I’ll just tell them to take care of it.”
I take out my phone and swipe to answer.
“Toby.” His rough, evil voice sounds through the speaker, sending all my hairs on the edge. All that peace I was feeling just a few short minutes ago—gone.
“No." I rush to end the call before Elijah hears it.
“Who was it?” he asks, sitting up. I duck under his legs, hastily pulling my pants back on.
I scratch my eyebrow with my thumb. “Just…an unwanted caller.” I look around the room for something to distract us both. “Is there cleaning stuff around here?”
Elijah looks me up and down, before pointing to the other end of the room. “Over there…” he mutters.
I see a sink where there’s some paint and art supplies. I walk over and thankfully find a roll of paper towel, and sanitizer, trying to ignore the way my hand shakes.
“Are you sure everything’s okay? You seem a little…off…” he says again. “Was that too much? Did I push you too far?
I close my eyes as I run the cloth under the warm water.
“No! Of course not.” I take in a big breath, trying my best to steady my heart.
“I uh…I guess I’ve been feeling a little on edge lately.
With my dad still out there and stuff.” I admit.
I walk back over to him and get to work, cleaning his chest off.
I spray the table down and vigorously wipe it clean.
“I can come back with you. I don’t want you to be at home alone when you’re feeling like this.” Elijah grabs my wrists stopping me from moving.
I shake my head. “No, that’s not why I said that.
I just…” I take a deep breath. “I’m fine.
Everything’s fine.” I reassure him, returning to wiping.
I don’t want him to worry. I don’t want him looking at me like this.
I just want things to go back to a few minutes ago—surrounded by love, untouched by anything else. I want that feeling again.
Elijah’s eyebrows pinch as he continues staring at me. I finish up and go back over to throw the paper into the recycling bin.
“You keep telling me everything’s fine…so all I can do is take your word for it,” he sighs, threading his fingers through his hair.
The words settle in my chest, allowing me to breathe easier again.
I walk back over and thread my hands through his hair too, smoothing it down on the sides. “Thank you.” I smile softly, cupping his cheeks until they’re all squished, making me laugh. “Are you hungry?”
Elijah nods his head. “Starved,” he answers, breathing out deeply.
“Alright. Let’s go get you fed,” I say, tapping him on the butt.
***
Elijah knows the way to my heart. A large pepperoni pizza at a cozy, low-lit diner off-campus that he apparently swears by, was exactly what I needed to get my mind off that unexpected call from my father.
The damn bastard. He’s been so quiet lately that I was almost thinking he was out of my hair for good.
I should’ve known better.
“Don’t forget your hat.” Elijah pouts, grabbing it from his dorm dresser before we slip out of his room.
I shake my head. “Nah, you keep it until you get back.”
Elijah gasps, looking down at it. “But this is your favorite one.”
He’s right. It is. But, knowing he has it makes me feel good. “Exactly. Which is why I want you to wear it. Give it back when I see you next.”
Elijah flashes me a wide grin before slipping the hat on backwards. He shows it off like he’s modeling it for me and damn, it looks so sexy on him that I have to look away.
“Damn. Maybe that should be your hat.” I laugh, shaking my head.
We walk hand in hand down to the parking lot of his building.
My stomach twists just thinking about having to separate from him again. I hate it.
This feeling is…empty and gross and it makes me feel wrong all over.
We arrive at my truck. I throw my bags in the backseat and lean on the driver’s side door. “So, I guess I’ll see you at Claire’s Halloween party?” I ask, pulling Elijah into my waist.
He buries his fingers in my hair as he looks down at my lips. “Yeah, I guess so.” He laughs, shaking his head. “And tonight over the phone. And the day after that, and the day after that.”
I swallow deeply. He makes it sound so easy. “Yeah, I know.”
His smile fades as he looks down at my necklace under my grey sweater. Pulling it out, he thumbs the ring he gave me, looking at it with such longing in his eyes.
“I can’t wait until winter break.”
I suck in a breath, closing my eyes and leaning my head back on the door. “Mmm, yeah. Me either.”
He pulls me in by my neck, and presses his lips against mine. We take a long moment making out, before Elijah backs away.
“Okay, if you don’t leave—” He laughs, wiping his bottom lip off with his thumb.
“I know, I know. You’ll never let me go.” I pant, pressing my forehead against his. A low bitter sound climbs in my chest before I lunge for him again, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.
“And I mean it. Every time.” He nips at my lip.
It takes all the will power that I have in my body to slide into my truck and close the door.
Elijah’s eyes glisten in the dark as he steps back. I’m leaving far later than I was supposed to, and at this rate, I won’t return back home until midnight.
But it’s worth it.
It’s always worth it for him.
I roll down my window as I start up the ignition.
“I’ve been listening to your playlist,” he calls out to me.
A smile quirks on my lips. He knows how much that means to me. “Have you been liking it?”
He nods his head. “Been playing it on repeat.”
I bite my bottom lip and try to ignore the feeling of impending doom on my chest. “I love you.”
He kicks a rock underneath his foot, burying his hands in his pockets. “Thank you for coming, T.” He smiles softly. “I love you too.”
I give him the best smile I can before I reverse out of the spot and start on my drive.
Once he’s out of my rearview mirror, and I feel that sense of loneliness wash over me once again, I press play on my playlist and let the tears fall all the way home.
Here I go drowning again.