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I nuzzle the sensitive skin behind his ear and whisper, “I’ll give you my dick as soon as we get home.”
Eli flushes and smacks my arm while I chuckle.
“You ready to go?” Aaron asks Brit, rubbing his stomach. “I’m fucking hungry.”
“Yeah, let’s go. All I’ve had is some crackers and a beer.” Brit shrugs, then turns to Jordan. “What are you doing this evening?”
Jordan flushes, which is the strangest thing to witness, but follows along with Brit and Aaron for dinner.
“That was weird,” I comment, watching them walk away.
“Super weird,” Eli agrees. “Jordan is never shy, but she’s got a real thing for Brit apparently.”
“Good to know.”
I turn Eli to face me and lift his chin with my fingers, one arm still banded around him to keep him close.
“Are you mad?” Unease has wings brushing the inside of my stomach and making my hands shake. The last thing I want is for him to be angry at me.
He sighs and wraps his arms around my waist.
“No, I’m not mad, but a little warning would have been nice.” He lifts onto his toes and presses a quick kiss to my lips.
A smile splits my face, and I lift him off the ground. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck.
“It wasn’t planned, but she gave me the opening, so I took it. I’m not going to let every interview focus on my sexuality, though. I have a boyfriend I love, and that relationship has nothing to do with football.”
Eli’s smile is so bright it’s blinding. I didn’t know just how dark my life was until he came back and turned a light on. I wasn’t living; I was barely surviving, but that’s changed. He’s changed my life for the better, and I honestly can’t wait to see what comes next for us.
We make it back home after I call us an Uber, and the second we’re inside the safety of our apartment, I start stripping off his clothes. His jacket hits the floor in the entryway. His shoes are left in the living room. Jeans are peeled off in the hallway, and I groan at the thigh-highs and garter underneath.
I drop to my knees and pull his black underwear down just enough to free his cock and suck him into my mouth. Eli grips my hair in his fist and thrusts against me. I’ve gotten pretty good at deep throating him over the last few months and rarely gag anymore.
His ass flexes as he moves, and I grip the muscle in my hand, pulling his ass cheeks apart so he shivers.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, watching his dick disappear between my lips. Saliva and his precum drip down my chin and onto my shirt. I love how he leaks for me. He’s panting as I press my fingers against his hole, slick with spit.
“I’m going to come, please.” His grip in my hair tightens, and I swallow around him, my nose pressed against his body as he loses control of himself.
His moans and whimpers echo off the walls, only making them hotter. My dick is aching in my suit pants, and I rub my palm against it to relieve some of the pressure. I groan around Eli’s spent dick, and he shivers as he pulls out of my mouth.
He straddles my lap, his body relaxed and limp. He kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue, and moans.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” I growl against his lips. “I’m going to see if you’ve got another one in you.” I slide my hand over the delicate lace tights, fingering the edge of the thigh-highs, and snapping the bands holding them up.
He groans into my neck, sucking on my skin until I’m sure there’s a mark. Eli has never left a mark in a place that was visible before. We’ve been careful for months, but now I want his ownership, his claim on me to be seen by everyone.
With my hand on his ass to hold him against me, I stand and walk us through the bedroom to the walk-in closet. The fucking thing is huge and has an armless, tufted accent chair in there. I usually sit there while I watch him get dressed, enjoying the way he moves and picks things out.
I grab the chair and set it across from the mirror and set him down on the light gray fabric. I strip out of my suit and grab the lube from the bedside table before coming back to him completely naked. He watches me stalk toward him with his lip caught between his teeth.
“Stand,” I instruct, and he does so without question. I sit my bare ass on the chair and turn him to face the mirror while I strip off his underwear but leave the tights and satin shirt he has on. I love the way satin feels against me when we fuck. It’s soft, delicate, and warm from his skin.
“Spread ’em.” I tap his inner thigh, and he widens his stance, leaning forward to hold on to the edges of the mirror while I slick up my fingers and find his hole.
In the reflection, I watch him bite on his lip, eyebrows pulling together as I press one finger inside of him.
“More,” he says quickly, and I smirk at him as I add a second finger, then a third quickly after. He groans, pushing back onto my hand. “Please fuck me.”
