Page 15 of Forever Mine
Ryder is leaning on the counter island, eating a bowl of cereal. His spoon arrests midway to his mouth as he watches us with unconcealed amusement.
“Swear to god, the two of you fuck like rabbits. If E was a girl, he’d be knocked up by now,” Jay comments from his perch on the barstool across from Ry.
Elijah dissolves into giggles.Fucking giggles. So damn cute.
“Night, y’all,” I say, not stopping to chat.
Still laughing, Elijah asks, “You gonna knock me up?”
“I’m sure as hell going to try.”
“You know that’s biologically impossible.”
Enjoying the banter, I reply, “Not with the filthy way I’m going to fuck you, Angel.”
“Promises, promises,” he taunts.
Pushing my bedroom door open with my foot, I use my heel to slam it shut. With the curtains drawn, the room immediately shrouds in darkness. I know the layout by heart and easily carry him to the bed, making sure to sidestep my gym duffel I left on the floor.
I set him down on his feet long enough to strip us out of our clothes.
“Let me—” he starts to say, dropping to his knees.
“Nope.”
Elijah releases a whoosh of breath when I timber us onto the mattress, the brief second of weightlessness making my belly swoop. Using my arms to push up, I settle between his thighs. He pulls me in, his warm hands, hardened by calluses, lift to cradle my face. My eyes flutter close when his fingertips begintheir exploration over my brow, down the apples of my cheeks, and to my lips where he outlines my upper Cupid’s bow. When his thumb brushes the seam, I curl my tongue around the digit and gently suck it into my mouth. His dick jumps in response, and I grin.
“Arms above your head and don’t move.”
His pout is adorable, but he does what I say. I have plans to lick every inch of his body. My mouth is already watering at the thought. With a reverent touch, I draw a heart in the center of his chest just below the sternum, then write our initials inside it: J + E. Placing a soft buss on top of the invisible E, I skim open-mouthed kisses down his torso, blazing a path along the soft dark-blond hair of his happy trail.
The Elijah underneath me is so different from the boy I fell in love with. He was always fit from swimming, but his physique has changed dramatically over the last year. Hard, chiseled ridges of muscle now exist where there used to be soft curves.
Elijah bucks his hips off the bed. “I want your mouth on me.”
I hold him down, anchoring him in place with a forearm banded across his stomach, and lick up the indentation of his Adonis belt.
“My mouth is on you.” Nipping languid circles around his navel, I inhale the heated muskiness of his skin. “Do you remember that song?”
He gasps when I bite into the flesh of his upper inner thigh.
“What… song?” His frantic fingers dig into my scalp, urging my face to his crotch.
Flattening my tongue, I drag it up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, then rim the tip, lapping at the precum leaking out.
“That John Mayer song. Something about your body is a wonderland.”
He emits a string of noncoherent noises when I take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.
“That’s… literally… the name… of the song. Jesus, Julien. You feel so good,” he moans.
I slip a finger through my saliva dripping down his cock and slide it to his ass. I sink my middle finger two knuckles deep and finger-fuck him. His breath hitches, and his back arches off the bedcovers when I add a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him out.
“Fuck me.Please, Julien.”
As much as he loves to be controlled during sex, I love it when he begs so prettily.
Crawling up his body, I lave his nipples with thorough attention.
