Chapter 33 Elijah
Elijah
I rub my cheek on his soft hair, as the smell of him mixed with his glorious shampoo floods my nose. It feels like it’s been forever that I’ve gotten to wake up with him in my arms. Seeing him still asleep is such a beautiful sight.
I think he’s been really needing this rest. Sound asleep in my arms, I kiss the top of his head gently as his little putters tickle my chest.
I love him like this. So vulnerable and free. To think of anyone trying to hurt him, just drives me mad.
Which is exactly why I need to step up and be there for him.
I’m solving this, here and now.
Very carefully, I slip my hands out from around him. He stirs for a moment and I freeze. Waiting until he settles in again before I make a move.
As much as I want to stay in bed and hold him until he wakes up, I’ve got a plan to execute.
Once I make it downstairs, I get to work.
First things first, breakfast. I open the fridge to see it packed full. This has Gwen written all over it. I take out my phone and send her a quick ’thank you’ text. She’s always looking after us.
In under twenty minutes, I have French toast and bacon plated up. Once everything is set on the dining table with cutlery and napkins, I move on to making his morning smoothie.
Grabbing some bananas, berries and yogurt, I make sure to add his protein powder to the mix. Hesitating and thinking it over, I add another scoop of powder. My guy needs some extra protein today.
Holding the top down, I try to choose the lowest setting on the dial. But, when I press the button, the machine roars to life. I slam my hands on the lid, praying he doesn’t hear it upstairs.
“Please be quiet, please be quiet,” I beg the stupid blender. I glance at the mixture, happy to see the ingredients blended perfectly. Turning off the machine, I turn to grab a glass.
“Need help?”
I jump out of my skin, yelling out so loud, you’d think I was a character in a horror movie.
Tobias stands there at the kitchen entrance, chest bare wearing grey sweatpants, covering his mouth, trying not to laugh. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles lightly, walking over to me.
Resting one hand over my heart, I try to regain my resting heart rate. “No, I’m sorry. How long have you been awake?” I pant.
“Well, how long have you been blasting that thing?” He teases, grabbing my waist and bringing me close. Burying his face into my neck, he kisses me gently against my pulse point.
“Shit. I woke you.” I pout, swinging my arms around his neck. “Were you having a good dream?”
“Never as good as this.” He hums, backing me up into the counter. I suck in a breath as his tongue travels down the column of my throat.
“Mmm.” I swallow hard, his hands trailing slowly down my stomach. “I made you breakfast,” I manage, right as a breathy moan slips free when I tilt my head and his teeth graze my collarbone.
“Did you?” He smiles, dipping his fingers under my waistband of my joggers. I gasp at his palm grasping my dick.
I nod my head, trying to stay focused. “Mhmm.”
“I should thank you,” he smirks against my neck.
Without another second to waste, I turn, connecting my lips to his. He tangles his tongue with mine, desperately seeking more.
I give my dick a few long, hard tugs that make me shake in anticipation, watching him lower to his knees, sliding my pants down along with him.
“I should be taking care of you,” I say, my voice wavering.
My dick bobs over his plump lips, waiting—he’s waiting—eyes up, patient, obedient, wanting.
“You are,” he smirks. “Hang onto the counter.”
I obey. His praise alone sends a tremor through me. My palms brace the counter as he takes me in one slow, greedy slide, swallowing me whole.
“Shit, you’re so good at that,” I pant, watching his deep eyes fixated on me. I’m not lying either. He’s really gotten good at it. Not like he’s never not been amazing.
But just watching how hungry he is for it. How confident he is, pulling out every moan from me. The way his tongue twirls around my tip before he goes back in for more. It’s intoxicating.
His hands grip my thighs as he works me deeper, slower, deliberate.
My head falls back as he sinks farther than he has to, and the desperate sound that rips from me earns a firmer squeeze to my trembling legs.
“So fucking perfect, T.” I moan, brushing his hair back, thumb gliding across his cheek. “God, look at you. Such a good boy on your knees for me.”
His groan is deep, guttural—his whole body reacting to the praise like it’s going straight to his spine.
My legs tremble as I try to hold on tight to the counter.
“T, you’re gonna make me come.” He doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t even flinch. His throat tightens around me, squeezing, worshipping.
My legs tense as the pleasure shoots up my spine.
My eyes pinch shut as the pressure climbs.
“Shit, shit—” I place my hand on the back of his neck as my cum shoots into his mouth.
He groans, pushing down even farther, his nose pressing right against the base of my cock. I crumble over him, my whole body shivering as the bliss overcomes me.
He backs away, slipping me out of his mouth before turning me around.
“Oh, please.” I gasp, spreading my legs. He does what he does best, spreading my cheeks apart and pouring my come down my crease. I feel the wet slickness dripping down my thighs before he spits some into his hand. “Fuck yes.”
I suck in a breath as he presses his fingers into me, making sure I’m nice and ready. The sensitivity alone makes me buck my hips. I can hardly wait and I know he knows it too. He wraps his arms around my chest as he sinks into me slowly, working his tip inside, inch by inch.
"Fuck, why are you so fucking big?" I groan, melting around him.
“Because your hole is so fucking tight,” he shudders. “Let me in, baby.”
I force my body to relax, breath trembling. His fingers deepen into my skin at the waist as he pushes himself in. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock, E.” His voice stutters, as his hips quiver against mine.
I can feel how badly he wants this. Wants me.
The thought alone, putting my whole body at ease. Before long, he’s thrusting in and out of me with ease and it feels so damn good, I’m wound up all over again.
I lower my chest onto the cool counter, feeling it rub against my cheek as he bucks into me. “Fuck baby, I can’t stop,” he groans. He sounds gone—wrecked by want—and it shoots straight through me.
I push my hips back to meet him, keeping pace as his legs start to buckle and his thrusts stutter.
I think I may have bruises on my hips after this with how hard he’s thrusting me against this counter, but I’m too far gone to care. This is everything.
“That’s it. My beautiful, angel boy.” I nod, feeling it too. “Do it with me, Angel.”
“Agh, fuck. I’m gonna—” He gasps, his body stilling.
His hand wraps around my waist and he strokes my cock with purpose. I cry out, stomach tightening as spurts shoot across the cupboards and floor.
“There it is,” he groans. “That’s what—” his hips stutter. “That’s what I wanted.” He pants, releasing himself inside of me. I feel the warmth spread inside of me as he pushes it in even more.
Looking back over my shoulder, I watch him, eyes fixated on my ass as he slowly slips in and out of me. Marveling at the beautiful sight. I know it’s beautiful because he made it. Everything he makes is art.
Once he’s satisfied, he wraps his arms around me as we stand there, breath mingling.
Here, I feel full. I feel complete.
Yeah, I’m never leaving this again.
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“Honestly, I could’ve said I told you so,” He laughs, snapping off a bite of bacon.
“Hey!” I laugh, throwing a wadded up napkin at him.
He throws up his hands in fake surrender.
“I said that I could’ve said I told you so, not that I’m actually saying it.
” He chuckles. “It doesn’t surprise me Katie’s still not over you.
” He shrugs, taking a moment to pick at some crumbs left on his finished plate.
“It’s not easy to get over you. Trust me, I tried.
And failed.” His lip quirks up as though he’s remembering a memory of us.
My heart feels full as I stare over at him. How he could see me like that, even all that I recently put him through. Leaving him alone…
I sigh, sitting back in my chair across from him. “I’ve got some things I’ve got to figure out today—”
His eyes shoot up to me. “What is it? I’ll come with you,” he rushes out.
I shake my head, reaching across the table. He lays his hand in mine, but I can still see worry in his eyes. “I’ll be home before you know it. I’m just going to go deal with some restaurant stuff. Pick up a few things and be back home.”
His eyebrows slant as he searches for a reason to come with me. I squeeze his hand again.
“I’ll be home later…and once I am, I’d really like to spend time with you. We could watch some horror movies? You think you want to cook something yummy for us for dinner?”
His eyes instantly light up as a big smile appears on his face. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” He nods.
I smile brightly, seeing how happy that makes him. Figures. He loves taking care of me.
Well, now it’s my turn to take care of him.
“I want you to relax today. Maybe take a nap. Have a nice long shower. Everything. And when I get back, we’re going to have a great night together.” I bring his hand up to my mouth, and press my lips against his fingers.
He blinks slowly, smiling at me. “I missed you so much.”
I rub my lips back and forth on his hand. “I missed you too.”
He looks at me with glistening eyes, and I can tell right now that he has so much more he wants to say. But, he’s scared. So I’ll say it for both of us. “I’m not leaving you, Tobias. Never will.”
He breathes out shakily, nodding his head. “Okay.”
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