“That feels so good, baby. Give me more, please, I’m so close.”
He slid in the first finger, pushing in gently until he found my spot. I practically wept from the sensation as he grabbed my cock and started stroking me just like I needed it.
“More of what, konjo?” he teased.
I shook my head and pushed hard against the two fingers he was now using to drive me fucking crazy. He took that as a cue and started working my dick in earnest.
I could feel the orgasm building fast. When he lightly brushed his fingernail against my slit on the upstroke, my legs buckled, pleasure flooding me. I felt the tightness starting between my ass and my groin when I was about to come.
The orgasm slammed into me so hard I couldn’t make words. Elias stroked me through it, holding me up. When I was completely wrung out, he ran his thumb over my sensitive cock one last time and pulled his fingers out of my ass. Before he was fully out, he ran the pads of his fingers over my hole as he bit and sucked on my shoulder.
I was so over-sensitized, tremors were running up and down my body, and I knew the only reason I was still upright was because he had me. Elias kept kissing and tasting as he rubbed the head of his cock against my ass.
“I love your ass, Desta,” he practically growled into my ear. “I want to see my come all over it.”
I was totally blissed out from my orgasm, but his voice against my ears and his cock painting my ass with his pre-come had me so worked up, I was practically vibrating.
“Do it, baby.” I pushed back and heard the slap of his hand as he worked himself. After a moment his breath became shakier and he let out a long moan as wetness splashed all over my back and ass.
Elias slumped on me and mumbled something in Amharic while he nipped and licked my neck and shoulders again. I could feel his hands sliding over my back. I turned to look at him, and his face was pure mischief. “I will lick the come off you next time.”
“You’re really fucking dirty.” I couldn’t help the admiration in my voice. The man’s mouth was filthy, and I was truly obsessed.
He kept his eyes on my back, that wicked smile still on his lips. “You bring it out in me, konjo. Come, let’s move to the bed.”
He dragged us both over, and as I got under the covers he took his pants and shoes off, before getting in with me. We lay there for a few minutes, tangled in each other, my head against Elias’s chest. Being with him was so intense, every moment magnified. Maybe it was this place—Ethiopia and its magic. Or maybe it was me once again moving too fast. Still, I couldn’t deny the way he made me feel. Like everything made sense in his arms.
After a few minutes, I dislodged myself from him and sat up. “I need to get cleaned up. I feel like we’re going to get stuck together.”
He chuckled and pulled me down for another kiss before letting out a long sigh. “I should probably head out soon, too.”
Right, because he was taking a risk even coming up to my room with me, let alone trying to sneak out at all hours of the night.
I didn’t say anything and went to the bathroom for a washcloth. After a few minutes, I came out with a damp towel for him. As soon as I saw his face, I knew something bad had happened. The smile on his lips from just a few minutes ago was gone, his brow knitted with worry at whatever he was seeing on his phone. “What’s wrong?”
He looked over like he was surprised to see me there, as if in the time I’d been in the bathroom, he’d forgotten where he was. He was busy tugging on his pants and looking at his phone, which was on the bed lighting up with notifications. “My father’s in the hospital. I had my phone turned off, so I didn’t see the messages until now.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I felt like shit for keeping him away from his family, and terrified for him. Instantly I had worst-case scenarios flooding my head—of his dad being dead, of him not getting there in time. I was trying hard to breathe and not having much luck when I felt firm hands tighten around my arms.
“Desta.”
I turned my face up to him and saw him looking down at me with worry. I had to get it together. His dad was sick and I didn’t need to make it about me. I tried to shake off my own baggage about my dad and focused on him.
“I’m sorry. Of course you should go.” I tried to sound normal. But I heard the tremor in my voice.
I distracted myself by putting on some clothes as he finished getting dressed. My mind was racing, thinking of all the ways him being here was a problem. The thought of Elias not being there for his dad because he’d been here with me sucked the air out of my lungs. I took a deep breath, and then another, trying to ground myself. And when I finally spoke, I sounded marginally less freaked out. “Was your family able to get to the hospital since you have the car?”
“My mom and my sister’s husband have cars.” His voice was calm and steady, and he’d clearly noticed I was having some kind of a meltdown.
“Oh, right.” Now I felt like an idiot. I looked up at him and realized he wasn’t making a move to leave. He closed his eyes standing by the door, as if he were preparing himself for whatever he’d face when he left my room.
He exhaled loudly as he buried his face
