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“The problem is, I—I can’t hate you. You’ve torn me open, exposed my demons to the world, Taylor. You’ve fucking ripped me to shreds, and I can’t even decide if I actually hate you or not. Isn’t that pathetic?”
“Please,” I beg. “Please hate me, Elijah.” I grab his knees, practically bowing down to him, and he places his hands on mine. I inhale the musky, masculine scent that lingers on his clothes.
“I need you to do something for me, Taylor.” His eyes are darker than his tattoos as he devours me with his stare.
Anything.
I look up at him, my hands still under his. He pulls me up, grabbing my wrists until I’m standing in front of him.
“I need you to tell my coach what you did.”
I nod my head furiously. “Yes,” I utter, as if it’s the only thing I’ll ever be able to say to him again, as if he is my God, and I’m a petty servant. I’m Judas to his Jesus.
“Good girl,” he groans, pulling me close with one rough, swift motion, until we’re face-to-face. I swallow, watching his eyes roam over my face hungrily like a shark. His words echo in my thoughts, making my knees weak.
Good girl.
“Yourgirl,” I breathe, desperate to hear him say it again. His grip on my wrists becomes bruising. I’m close to tears from the pain but it also feels so good to have him close to me, touching me. He could tear me to pieces and I would thank him.
“Say you’re sorry, baby, and maybe I’ll forgive you.” He puts his hands on my shoulders and shoves me back down until my knees hit my fuzzy rug with a soft thump.
“I’m sorry, Elijah,” I whisper, bowing my head down into his legs. He wraps his hands in my hair, and I clench my thighs, fighting the slickness between them. I can smell his soap and lingering musk on his legs.
“Again, baby,” he says, easing my face down into his lap. The length of him grows before me, and I carefully wrap my fingers into his waist band. Elijah eagerly shimmies his pants off as I pull them past my face and to the floor.
I look up at him as my fingers curl through the slit in his briefs. He growls as I graze the side of his cock tentatively. My fingertips feel the thick veins pulsating down to his head as I slowly release it from its fabric prison. It bounces out with a quick tug.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. Slowly, my hand strokes the skin back and forth until he is moaning my name. I lick the tip sensuously, wrapping my tongue around the sensitive parts until I taste the salt of precum.
Elijah wraps his fingers in my hair and sighs as I inch my mouth around his cock slowly until I can feel him in the back of my throat. I fight my gag reflex and pull him back out. I gaze up towards him, his expression wild with desire.
“Forgive me?” I whisper, holding his tip close to my wet lips. I lick a shiny droplet spurting from his hole as he groans.
“Yes,” he says, breathless.
The sound of footsteps on stairs startles us and he pulls his pants up quickly, tucking himself into his waistband. Someone knocks on my door as I wipe my mouth and fix my composure before opening the door.
Dad stands on the other side, either completely oblivious or he’s hiding it very well. Elijah walks up behind me but gives a small distance between our bodies.
“Hey, glad to see you’re home,” I tell him.
Dad peers over my shoulder at Elijah. “Shit, I’m just glad you two haven’t killed each other yet. And I’m glad to see you walking around, Elijah. I’m truly sorry for what happened.”
“Thank you, Steve,” Elijah coughs.
“Well, just thought I’d ask you two to join us for dinner.”
“We have a project to do on campus, actually. We were just leaving,” I lie.
“Oh, okay. Elijah, your mom wants to talk to you soon, though. Okay, buddy?”
“You got it,” Elijah says a bit more chipper than I expected him to sound.
Dad gives us a thumbs up and heads back down the hallway.
I close the door, whipping my head around to Elijah who stands perfectly still behind me.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask, eyeing his waistline.
