Once outside, we power walked back to the car in silence. When we were finally inside, I turned to him and said in a breathless voice I barely recognized, “Would you come up to my place for a drink, or do you have to head home?”
He smiled at me and quickly ran his finger the side of my face. “Eshi, konjo, a drink sounds nice.”
Never mind I had literally no liquids in my room other than water bottles, shampoo, and lube, but I nodded and pressed my face against the cool glass of the window as he pulled out on to the road. It was almost eleven and the streets were mostly empty except for the occasional person on the sidewalks, or a slumped figure wrapped in long white fabric, trying to keep warm.
Elias parked his car right outside the gate of the guesthouse. I used my keys to get us inside the compound, and soon we were climbing the stairs to my room. When I went to open the door, my hands were shaking. We’d both been quiet on the way over here, and now were about to do something that would change everything between us. I should’ve probably given that more thought.
I should’ve paused to consider my choices.
But as my trembling hands pushed open the door to my room, all I could think about was locking the door behind us so I could finally feel what I’d been dreaming about for weeks.
Chapter 11
As soon as we walked in, Elias turned to lock the door. We stood there for a few seconds, just looking at each other. It was like we were both trying to decide just how bad an idea this could potentially be.
In the end, I was the one who caved.
My heart was beating so fast, and I was scared, but not so scared to not get closer. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. I felt the electricity of that kiss all the way to the tips of my toes. I sighed into his mouth while he grabbed my hips, crushing me against him. Not much had made sense in my life for so long, but this kiss, this man, I was certain of.
After a few short and fevered kisses, he lifted his hands, placing them on both sides of my face as he pried my lips open with his tongue. He licked in slowly, like he wanted to know me from the inside. I moaned and leaned in closer, bit his lip playfully, and got a surprised groan for my efforts. I felt the thrill of his tongue tangling with mine, our breaths mingling. Hot and hungry, and the sensation moved through me like wildfire.
He felt so good.
I couldn’t get close enough, touch enough. Soon I had my hands down by his ass, squeezing hard, which got me a nip on the lip.
“You like that, konjo?” he breathed out, voice tight from lust.
I groaned as I tried to get closer. “I can’t stop touching, and you smell so good. What is that?”
He made a husky sound, a mix between a laugh and a groan, and ran his lips down my neck while his hands wrecked my hair. I was so hard already, and when I grabbed his dick over his jeans, I felt it pulse in my hand.
“What did you say?” he asked between sucking on my Adam’s apple and pinching my nipple through my shirt.
I moaned from the pulse of pleasure from his touch and struggled to recall what he was asking me about. “What? Uh, oh? Perfume.” I sniffed him again and he laughed.
“Oh, it’s Pasha—my sister got it for me. You like it?”
“Yes, and it was already impossible for me to focus whenever you were around, all hot and smelling good. Now that I know your kisses are fire and your tongue is fucking magic, I’m really concerned about my productivity.”
He chuckled and made a grab for my cock, which was rock hard. “But I haven’t shown you even a fraction of the things I can do with my mouth.” He turned his head then and ran his tongue down the side of my neck, and I swear I blacked out for a second. “Or with my tongue.”
“Oh god. You’re going to kill me.”
Another husky chuckle, and then his strong arms tightened around me. His eyes were like embers on my skin as he pressed a hand to the bulge in my jeans. “I want to taste you, Desta. I want to lick and suck you until you come in my mouth.”
Holy shit.
I gurgled some kind of affirmative response as Elias took off his jacket before going down to his knees in front of me. In this light, his skin glowed. Bronzed with a bit of red on his cheeks from arousal, his lips bruised from my kisses. I wanted to eat him. I wanted to be the one on my knees for him.
I ran a finger over his eyebrows, which I still found distractingly perfect. “I could come from just looking at you like that.”
“I promise this will be better.” He grinned as he started undoing my fly. Once he had it open, he pulled the edge of my briefs aside so he could lick my balls, teasing me, flicking his tongue on the damp cotton covering my cock, but not taking it out yet.
“Baby,” I whined. “Please. Take it out and suck me.”
He made soothing sounds as he stroked my thighs, still not putting his mouth on me, and I was ready to beg. “Patience, konjo. Let me take my time. I’ve been dreaming about having you like this for weeks.” He was breathless too, and that only made my own need that much stronger.
“You’re not alone in that.” I huffed as he pressed a thumb to
