Page 47 of Estranged Heart
“You just got here. How about you get what you came for first?” He tugs on my belt loops, rubbing his lips over mine, breathing me in. “I’d hate for you to waste a trip. You can’t say you’re okay with this and then walk away right after.”
Closing my eyes, I press a hand to his chest. “I can’t. I need to go. Just because I’m okay with it and want it doesn’t mean I should. You were right. It could destroy what I have left with Stacey.” What do we have left, though, when there’s no longer trust and so many broken promises?
His breaths quicken, and when I open my eyes, his pin me in place. “I don’t see you moving.”
I pull my hand back and he puts one of his on my hip.
“I can if you stop touching me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he lifts his hand up my shirt. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I croak. “Don’t.”
“Don’t do this either?” He licks across my lips.
“I . . . no.” My words come out broken.
“Or this?” His fingers slide inside my pants and underwear, teasing my crack. I gasp out a breath, my body feeling like a live wire is running through it.
Stacey. I have to remember Stacey. She’s at home. But the only place that feels like home is here. My eyes water, throat tightening as I fight back a whimper when he reaches closer to my hole. I finally yank away from him so fast my back hits the wall. “I’m sorry, Elijah.” My jaw tightens, and my face tensing doesn’t stop the tears from falling. I back up closer to the door and he reaches for me.
“Silas,” he says, striking a chord in me.
“Fuck. This is why I didn’t want to give you my name. Why I never wanted to hear you say it.”
“Why?” Tilting his head, he frowns, and when he grabs my hand I shake him away.
“Because, like your touch, I didn’t want to know how much I preferred it to . . .” I shake my head, taking a deep breath that goes for so long it burns my lungs.
“Preferred it to what?”
“To her.” My voice shakes and I scrub a hand over my face. “Fuck, Elijah. I want this to feel wrong. I need this to feel wrong. It only does when I’m home.”
“Then stay.” His fingers wrap around mine and I don’t pull away. “Let us both enjoy the good for a little longer. Whenever you’re gone and I’m alone, darkness wraps itself around me like a cloak and I feel like I’m suffocating all over again. Stay, so I can be surrounded by sunshine instead.”
Unable to use words, I nod, slipping my bottom lip between my teeth. He reaches behind me and locks the door, and I cup his cheek, stroking the scar above his eyebrow. His hand slides over mine and he kisses my nose. His lips move to my forehead then each of my cheeks, before finally reaching my mouth. My fingers slide into his hair as he kisses me harder, lifting me by the hips. I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to a back room, setting me on a cherry-wood desk with a dent in the center. I study it closer, rubbing a finger over the rough edges. It was hit with someone’s fist. I look up at him and he sighs.
“Rough day.” He chuckles, sliding a laptop and stack of papers out of the way. Glancing behind him, I spot only one thing sitting on the small shelf on the wall—a napkin in the shape of a duck. I smile, wiggling over the dent.
“It doesn’t matter right now.”
“No. Nothing else does.” He kisses me again and only stops to take my shirt off. His lips press to my neck, shoulder, chest, and over my scar. Smiling up at me, he licks at one of my nipples and takes it between his teeth. I never realized how sensitive they were. He sucks and bites lightly. My head falls back, eyes rolling in my head when he sucks the other one into his mouth.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my hard nub. “Everywhere.” He licks his way up my neck and attacks my mouth again, exploring every crevice with his tongue.
“I need . . .”
“What, Sunshine? Tell me what you need.”
The term of endearment has me melting against him, my body going boneless in his arms. “To feel you more. Your skin against mine.”
He tugs off his shirt and I shake my head. “More than that.”
His eyes darken, lust burning in the brown irises. He undoes my pants, licking his lips as he removes my dripping cock from my underwear. With shaky hands, he slides his jeans and underwear down in one go, stepping closer to me, his wide hips breaking my legs further apart. Nails digging into my thighs, he slides me closer to the edge of the desk and lines up our cocks. He’s thicker than me, uncut, and his skin is two shades darker—closer to a mauve color than a rusty pink like mine.
So warm and throbbing, his cock touching mine is already growing addicting. He wraps his large fingers around us both, stroking us languidly together, and needy moans crawl up my throat. Not only did his mouth feel incredible, but so does this. Beautiful sensations scatter along my skin when he starts rocking his hips and fucking between his hand and my cock.
Watching us rub together, his swollen head smashing against mine over and over brings me closer to the edge. Skin slaps against skin and I grind against him, shaking and temporarily blacking out as heat explodes inside me. His cum mixes with mine as he meets me in nirvana, licking inside my mouth and going slack against me.
