32. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Rebecca
E li’s been in a weird mood for a few days. I don’t want to say distant, but almost…closed off. He’s still sweet and affectionate, doting on me any way he can. But something’s not right.
He wants to come with me to work today. Which I suppose isn’t strange for a boyfriend to want to do, especially when his girlfriend works with his sisters. But it hasn’t happened so far.
“You have to be there at eleven, right?” His fingers still on my hip as he awaits my answer. We’ve been lying in bed just cuddling for at least a half hour.
“Mhm. I like to leave, like, forty-five minutes before, just in case.”
He tilts me back from his chest a little, raising an eyebrow at me. “For what? The nonexistent traffic?” Though he’s teasing, it makes me bristle all the same.
“You never know. I’m trying to show your sisters that I’m professional, reliable. I can’t risk being late.”
He folds me back into his chest, running a hand down my curls. “I get it. I do. Just know they already adore you and trust you and value you.”
“Still not leaving later.” I jiggle with his chuckle.
“Well, then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” Quickly, he scoots out of bed and I’m about to protest that we still have time to snuggle when he closes his hand around my wrist and yanks me toward him. My fingers brush against his chest and I’m captivated by the hard lines.
“Shower time.” His voice is low, and I open my mouth to question why he’s telling me when he hoists me over his shoulder, smacking my ass in the process.
I giggle as he struts toward the bathroom. It’s helpful that we’ve been naked for the past twelve hours. Actually, I spend more time naked in Eli’s apartment than I’m pretty sure I ever have anywhere. There’s a freeness I feel with Eli where I don’t shrink away from his gaze or his touch. Don’t have the urgency to put even a shirt or pair of panties on.
He keeps me slung over his shoulder as he turns the water on. I expect him to set me down as he climbs in, but he doesn’t. At least he has a nice ass to stare at.
Before he steps fully into the water, he shifts his hold on me so that our chests are against each other instead of my chest to his back. His erection is in my face, and I’m stunned for a second as he hikes me a bit higher, wrapping my legs around his head.
“Mmm, perfect.” He mutters the words against my thigh before his tongue dips into my pussy.
With a moan, my hands fly to grip his thighs as he laves at me. His cock bobs in my face, and I part my lips to let my tongue drag along his length.
When I take him in my mouth, he groans and nearly drops me. I let him flip me around, holding me in his arms before setting me on my feet.
But I’m not done yet and trail my lips down the ripples of his abs, staring up at him through my lashes as I close my lips around his cock again.
A hand fists into my hair and his head tips back as I take him farther into my mouth. I’ve never especially enjoyed giving head. It just seemed like something I did for the guy I was with at the time.
But with Eli…the way he responds to my touch, like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever experienced in his life. It’s the grip on my hair, the way he moans and tips his hips toward me. He just can’t get enough, and it fuels my desire to want to give him more.
“Oh, fuck, sweet thing.” He gives one more pump into my mouth before he tugs hard at my hair, pulling me off and to standing. One finger trails over my lips. “This fucking mouth of yours. Perfection.”
Before I can respond or pull his finger into my mouth, he closes his hand around my throat and pushes me against the tile wall of the shower. The cold licks along my spine and a hiss bleeds through my teeth.
He steps right up to me, his nose brushing mine and our chests touching. “I’m a bad man for wanting you, Bex. But if I’m going to hell for loving you, I’m going to enjoy the journey.” The huskiness of his voice makes my whole body ignite with arousal.
His hands trail down my chest to my hips and inward to run his thumbs along my pussy before sliding them to my thighs, lifting me in one easy motion. Slowly, he lowers me down onto his length and my nails dig into his shoulders as my head tips back, enjoying the stretch of him.
My legs loop around his waist, locking at the ankles as he adjusts his hold on me. One hand grips my ass while the other reaches above my head to the lip of the shower stall.
With hard thrusts, he slams into me, and I slide along the wall. My voice echoes around us with every single motion, and I can barely breathe with the forcefulness of him and the steam of the shower.
Desperation overtakes me, and I claw at him. His back, his chest, his neck, anywhere I can reach, as he latches his lips on my throat. “Eli.” His name comes out a choked whimper.
“Mmm, fuck, sweet thing. You feel so fucking amazing.”
All I can do is whine in return. I want to see his face. I want to take in the scrunched brow and crumpled features as my body brings him pleasure. But I’m too far gone and in the land of ecstasy to even open my eyes.
But they pop open as he adjusts me in his arms, unlatching my feet from behind him and hooking his elbows under my knees. The fact that he supports me so effortlessly is beyond sexy.
The angle and the way he pistons into me at a newfound speed has me tightening around him as my body shudders.
“Fuck, fuck, oh ffffff—” I can’t even finish cursing as pleasure rolls through my body.
“I want to hear my name, sweet thing. I want to hear who’s making you feel so good.”
“Fuck. You, Eli.” The words come out choked as I tighten around him and scream so loud the sound pangs off the walls.
My whole body goes slack in his hold, my hands hanging languidly over his shoulders as my chest heaves. Every particle in my body tingles, and if I could open my eyes, I know I’d be seeing stars.
I barely feel it as Eli’s teeth dig into my collarbone with a groan. His head rests against the tile next to my ear and his heavy puffs caress my shoulder.
Carefully he lowers me to flat feet, but my legs are jelly, and I can barely stand.
“You alright?”
I shake my head, and then nod and then shake it again. Because in many ways, I am beyond okay. I’m flying riding the orgasm high. But my body hasn’t come back to land yet.
He chuckles and loops an arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him. With gentleness, he leans my upper half back into the stream, wetting my hair. Taking my wrists in his hands, he replaces them from the spot they’ve moved to on his chest back around his neck.
“Hold on tight, Bex.” His voice is low and comforting.
Within seconds, I smell my shampoo, and he begins to work it into my hair, scratching at my scalp and running it down my strands. If he wants me to come back to earth, he’s doing the wrong things.
Using one hand, he supports me as he leans me back, the other gliding over my head as suds fall.
When he leans me back up, I’m able to open my eyes, peering up at him and finding his deep browns zeroed on me, swirling with adoration. I let him continue to wash me, keeping our gazes locked on one another's as he works the conditioner through my tendrils.
This is one of the most sensual things I’ve ever experienced. The way he caresses me, supports me, takes care of me. And especially looks at me.
He grabs my loofah and soaps it up, but I take it from him before he can wash me. I’m back on level ground and not sure I can handle him touching me without needing to feel him again.
Once we’re both rinsed, he steps out first, shaking his hair as he wraps a towel around his waist. Then he holds one open for me to step into. As he circles it around me, he bends down and presses his lips to my shoulder.
“I love you.”
I turn in his hold so I can face him, clasping my fingers behind his neck. “I love you too.”
His hands smooth down my sides, over the swell of my hips and land on my waist. “There’s something we need to talk about.”
Ice trickles through my veins. That’s never a good way to start a conversation. I swallow painfully and nod, unable to form words.
He pulls me against him and presses his lips to my forehead before leading me out of the bathroom. Apparently, this is a conversation to be had elsewhere.
Releasing his hold on me, he stands in front of his dresser and starts pulling out clothes. Though I keep an eye on him, I do the same. There’s a small chest that he cleared out a drawer for me in where I keep some necessities.
I’m on edge, waiting for him to say something. So instead of continuing to wait, I burst as he pulls a pair of pants on. “What did you need to talk about?”
“Can it wait until we’re dressed?” He gestures to his bare chest and undone jeans.
Contemplating, I chew my lip before shaking my head. I’m not dressed much more than he is, wearing only a bra and panties. “You have my interest piqued and I’m a little anxious about what's going on.”
He sighs and runs a hand up the back of his neck. “I’d really rather wait until we can sit.”
I raise my eyebrows and walk over to the bed, taking a seat and tilting my head to the side.
With a roll of his eyes, he sits near me, taking my hand in his. I steel my emotions, sure that whatever’s coming is going to hurt. There’s no way it can’t, not when he’s talking to me like this and looking at me like that. Though I don’t know for certain, I’m pretty sure he’s going to break up with me. Tell me that the age difference finally wore on him, that he’s worried about his job and my parents. It’s kind of a shitty move after sex, but I can’t blame him for wanting to get it in one more time.
“I wanted to let you know that I’m planning on tendering my resignation at Pineville University.”
Shock jerks me back a little. “Why… Why would you do that? If it’s about my dad, I’m sure he won’t—”
“It’s not. Well, not entirely. It’s a concern, of course, but I trust you when you say he won’t act on the threats.” His mouth presses into a firm line, and he looks down at the gray comforter. “I want to go back to school. Finish out the degree I started for, or at least some semblance of something prestigious like I had planned.”
“Okay.” I drag the word out. I’m not exactly sure what he’s getting at here, but it seems as though there’s more to it than just the fact that he wants to become a student again.
“I can’t do that here. In Pineville or Juniper Grove or even this county.”
Suddenly, it all makes sense, and I yank my hand from his as I stand up. “So you’re leaving. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“In a manner of speaking. Yes.”
Walking over to my dresser, I yank a shirt on over my head. “How soon?” I try to make my voice as emotionless as I can.
“It’s not quite that simple, Bex. I don’t have a timeframe yet. I’ll probably finish out the school year.”
“Where are you going?” I shove my feet into my pants, the anger clear in my actions.
A pointed look comes from Eli and his chest rises with a sigh. “I don’t know yet. I just started applying to a few places.”
My eyebrows shoot to my hairline. “You already started applying?" My voice rises an octave. “Were you even planning on telling me, or were you just going to disappear one day?”
“What do you think this is? Right here, right now? This is me telling you. Trying to have a conversation with you about it.” His eyes narrow as his finger pokes into the bed.
“Okay, well, thanks for informing me that you plan to leave. I appreciate the heads up. Let me know when you want me to move my things out. But not right now, I have to leave so I’m not late to work.” Without giving him a chance to respond, I speed-walk through the apartment, grabbing my things in the living room and leaving through the door while still slipping my shoes on.
His yells of my name don’t stop me. Not even when he opens his door and calls down the hall as I turn into the stairwell. It’s childish of me, I know it is, yet I can’t get myself to stop. I gave so much of myself to him, stupidly fell for him, and now he’s just casually informing me that he’s leaving.
What a fool I am.