Page 47 of Just Business
Eli didn’t let up for what felt like miles. Lights blurred and the thudding of Justin’s blood mixed with the rumble of the road. His balls ached—hell—every piece of him ached for the bliss of release. He never wanted it to end.
Which was par for the course with Eli, it seemed.
They were both breathless when Eli finally put both hands back on the steering wheel. Downtown Pittsburgh rose above the road like a glass and steel medieval fortress—all points and towers and lights. Justin’s stomach tumbled as they curved over bridges, changed lanes, and zipped under more bridges. He swayed in his seat, completely at the mercy of physics and Eli’s driving.
Exhilarating. Nerve-wracking.
When they neared the exit for Forbes Avenue and Oakland—the one that would take them near Justin’s apartment—Eli cleared his throat. “Are you sure?”
He didn’t even think about the answer. “Yes.”
They passed the exit. Justin exhaled. “Are you?”
“You wouldn’t be in my car if I weren’t.” This time, when Eli reached over, he squeezed Justin’s knee. “I know this is rather fast.”
No, not really, but he wasn’t ready to tell Eli how he’d jacked off in the coffee shop bathroom after his interview. “I’m fine. Honest.”
They exited at Squirrel Hill, and in a matter of minutes, they were parked in Eli’s driveway. Eli got out of the car and retrieved his cane. A moment later, the passenger door opened. “Up and out, if you please.”
Harder to do than Justin expected, but he managed after the second try. The trip to the front door was a blur of kisses and stumbling, tugging and pushing. In between sucking in air and tangling with Eli’s tongue, Justin stammered out two words. “My bag.”
“Tomorrow.” Eli pushed him against the door. Teeth scraped against Justin’s chin. Keys jingled and the door against his back swung open. The only reason he didn’t tumble back was Eli’s grip on the ropes.
“In.” Eli spoke against Justin’s ear. “Before Lavi gets out.”
“Lavi?” Justin stepped up and walked backward into the dark entryway.
Eli wrenched Justin around and pushed him against the door, shutting it behind them. “My cat.”
Sure enough, an annoyed meow sounded from nearby, but was drowned out by the thudding of Justin’s heart when Eli bit his shoulder. The sharp pain tightened his dick and he fought the ropes holding his arms. More than anything, he wanted to tangle his hands into Eli’s hair. So frustrating. So fucking hot.
Eli ground his cock into Justin’s. Fingers grazed his throat. “Time to get rid of this.”
The collar. A moment later, it hit the floor. Eli pulled him off the door. “Upstairs. Now.”
No argument there. “Which way?”
A groan. Eli rotated him and Justin faced a dimly lit set of stairs—with a pair of reflective eyes halfway up.
The cat meowed again. Eli placed his hand on the small of Justin’s back and pushed, forcing Justin to the foot of the stairs.
Justin eyed the cat. “Will she move?”
“He. And he’d better, if he knows what’s good for him.” Another bite against Justin’s shoulder, this one harder than the last. “You’d better as well, if you know what’s good for you.”
Justin knew exactly what he wanted: out of these pants and into Eli’s bed. He took one step and another. The cat regarded him with disdain, but did move out of the way when Justin got within a step. He trilled as they passed.
“Daddy’s busy, Lavi,” Eli murmured. “Besides, you’ve had your dinner.”
“Talkative thing.” Justin reached the second floor.
A sharp smack against Justin’s ass made him jump forward and ignited all the welts on his backside. “He talks almost as much as you. To the left, please.”
That had better be the bedroom. His jeans were too tight and Eli wasn’t close enough. He walked through a doorway and—yes. Bedroom. Finally. A click of a switch and a floor lamp bathed the room in a soft glow. Not that Justin saw much before Eli yanked him around and kissed him hard, using the ropes as handles. There was the clatter of Eli’s cane falling to the wood floor then Justin toppled over onto the bed. Eli followed him down onto the soft surface. White bedspread, white shirt, Eli’s hair a dark frame around his face. He hovered above Justin, lips almost touching—as if waiting.
“Please.” Justin arched up, seeking lips, skin, or any part of Eli at all.
What he got was a sweet and gentle kiss. “I should untie you.”
