Page 81 of Estranged Heart
“And I’m ready to see how much you’ll cling to me during all those scary scenes,” I say in a low tone.
He’s out of his seat in a matter of seconds, tossing our trash out and beating me to the front entrance. I laugh, catching up tohim, and when we step outside rain drizzles above us. Grabbing his hand, I drag him across the parking lot, picking up my steps when the rain pours down harder.
Silas holds me in place with him, smiling up at the sky, and releases my hand to spin around. Tilting his head further back, he opens his mouth and laughs at the sky, lifting up his hands.
“You’re going to get soaked,” I shout.
Bringing his face back down, he smiles. “Good.” He laces his fingers in mine, swaying us back and forth. “Ever dance in the rain before?”
“No. It was never something that crossed my mind.”
“I thought about it every time I watched rainfall out my window. What I’d give to do so many things people loathed. To have the chance to loathe them too.”
He spins around some more, raindrops splashing over his skin and bringing him more to life. His skin is lit up under the parking lot’s fluorescent lights which dance in his eyes. His shoes tap harder against the puddles and he shakes his hips, moving his body to whatever music is playing in his head. I swear I can hear it too, flowing off him, and I grab his hand, pulling him into me.
He grinds against me, rubbing his lips over mine, and our teeth catch on each other as our mouths get away from us. One hand in the air and one on my shoulder, he circles his hips, waving his face around. I capture his lips with mine again before spinning him around by his hand. Thunder cracks across the sky and at the first sight of lightning, I drag him to the car. Dripping with water and with large smiles playing across our faces, we hurry inside.
More laughter spills from him and he presses his cheek to the seat. “That was fun.”
“Yeah.” I smile, squeezing his leg. “It was. But now I have a wet car and we’ll have to change clothes.”
“Or we can just take these off.” His voice thickens. “No need to put on new ones until tomorrow.”
“It would save me from the extra laundry, and you do look much better without them.”
“Do I?” His breaths grow heavy and he unbuttons the front of his shirt, folding one side over to reveal one of his hard nubs.
“Oh yeah. So much.” I start the car, driving a little too fast out of the parking lot when he pops more buttons and strokes below his belly button.
“You never make anything easy, do you?” I ask, tightening my hands on the wheel to keep from putting them in other places. He’s not making it easy for me to keep my eyes on the road, and I start swerving into the other lane without realizing, thankful no one else is there when I do.
“What would be the fun in that?”
I shoot him a quick glance, making a sharp turn onto my street. “Absolutely nothing.”
It’s almost as if the sky has opened up the floodgates when we arrive at my house and exit the car. Neon pink and yellow stripes cut across the dark sky, creating loud cracking sounds. Ducking our heads and linking arms, we run to the porch. I struggle to get the keys out of my pocket, hands shaking and body buzzing from how close he is.
Booming sounds erupt around us and it’s like an electric charge sweeps through me when he drops his shirt to the ground, fingering the zipper on his pants. I nearly drop my keys, locking my fingers around the blue key chain. My eyes stay on him as I blindly stab at the lock, turning my hand when it finally slips inside. Although we’re mostly hidden, I shove him through the open door, wanting to save the rest of him for my eyes only.
His shorts fall around his ankles as I press him against the mirror hanging on the wall, shielding the neighbors from what I’m about to do next. I suck on his neck, licking my way downhis pecs. His nipple beads in my mouth, hardening, and I bite harder. Squirming, he releases a rumbled groan and it makes me desperate to see what other sounds I can make come out of him.
Teeth scraping along his belly, I wet more of his skin with my tongue and run my open mouth over the bulge in his underwear. A salty taste hits my lips and I bury my face harder against his groin, sucking him through the thin cotton fabric.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
Body shaking, a whimper slips from his lips and he bucks his hips. “Yes.”
“Let me see.” Lips pressed to his stomach, I slowly lower his underwear and his cock jumps against my lips, its tip leaking.
I lick a stripe along his opening, dragging more sweet arousal from him. “You taste so good.” I lap at him some more, dragging my tongue along the edge of his length.
“Elijah.” He tugs at my hair, writhing between me and the wall.
“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“More. Just more.”
“More what?” I whisper against his sensitive skin, rubbing my nose over one of the bulging veins on his cock.
