“Goddamn,” he whispers as he steps back, looking at me, rubbing his hand along his shaft.
“Eli…” I trail, his eyes coming up to mine, “fuck me.”
His eyes blaze as he pounces on the bed, landing between my thighs, pushing them wider while his hand comes underneath my pelvis, lifting it up just enough, lining his cock with my entrance and slamming inside.
“Fuck,” we moan out in unison.
Gripping my hips, he holds them just enough as he slams inside.
Pistoning into me, we both know we have little time, but I’ll bedamned if I can’t walk into a room with him without needing him inside me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as he lifts me until my chest touches his, now straddling his lap as he slams up inside me, his lips coming down, taking my nipple between his teeth, pulling another gasp out.
It feels as if my entire body is vibrating; leaning in, he smirks. “Your phone’s ringing.” Realizing now that it was only partial, my body trembling. “Get it.” He tells me, an evil grin across his face.
“Shit,” whimpering out as he’s pushing up into me again. Before I’m pivoting over to my phone. I’m only slightly surprised when he continues to press into me, nearly thrusting me off the bed, but his hand on my shoulder, keeping me upright.
“Shit,” groaning out, turning my phone to show him who’s calling.
“Get it.” He laughs louder. Leaning in closer. “Come on, Sketch, prove you’re not dick-dazed.”
“What?” I snap out, hearing Eli’s amusement, pulling down the phone. “Shh.”
Z pauses for a moment before he starts. “Damn, I love you too.” Now, laughing into the phone, but I’m sure he’s not oblivious to what’s going on, but trying to convince him it’s something else because he doesn’t want to think about it. “Look, we’re going up tonight.” I always know where he’s meaning when he says it vaguely like that. “Stay in LA until I let you know we’re back.” His words confuse me.
“Damn. Thanks. No invitation?” trying my best to maintain mycomposure as Eli presses inside again.
“We’re leaving in 30 minutes.”
“What?!”I’m shocked as Eli pauses for a moment, slowing his movements. He continues to pump into me, but is now intrigued by the call.
“I’ll explain when I see you next.”
“She finally there?” I ask, and Eli tilts his head, questioning.
“I’ll explain when I see you.” He repeats as if he’s trying to keep something concealed, but I can hear the change in his voice already.
The line dies almost immediately as I look back at Eli, whose eyes darken once again before he forces a moan out of me as he slams inside again, not taking much more before I’m convulsing around him and feeling his body stiffen up before his release.
Collapsing on the bed next to one another, he looks over at me and smiles.
“What?”
He shakes his head, but I can read it written on his face. The words he wants to say. The things he wants to confess to me.
Leaning into me, he gives me a sad smirk. “Don’t worry.” He kisses my forehead before he motions as if his lips were a zipper and he throws away the key before he pushes himself off the bed and moves over to where his bag sits on my floor and pulls his jeans out. “I’m guessing Tate’s there?” he says, changing the subject just for me.
“He didn’t say, but I think so.” Pausing, I look at him and sigh.“He told me to stay in LA.”
“And?”
“And we live in the same city, which isn’t LA.”
“Maybe he just meant cause you live on the north side of the city. And you know, some people think anything north of downtown is LA.”
“Or…” I pause. “The more likely reason is that although my brother’s accounts pay for my school and apartment, he doesn’t actually know where I live.”
“He’s been here.”
