Page 104 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories

He chuckles and squeezes my shoulder, and then it’s time to move.

It takes foreverfor our luggage to come down to the baggage claim.

Devon and Michael are separated by Kelly chatting loudly on her phone. She is super attached to her grandparents, so I’m sure she’ll go straight to their place after this. Devon plays with this ring he always wears on his thumb while Michael eyes him awkwardly. Ever since our drunken escapade, those two have been weird as well.

My entire band got in this funk of being away from home too long.

Things should smooth over once we get some downtime.

Jorge and I share an Uber because his place is only five minutes from Kelly and I’s apartment. When we get to his tiny house, he leans over, smacks a wet kiss on my cheek, says he loves me and then throws himself out of the car. Someone is in a hurry…

I really want to text Eli that I’m coming, but I want him to be surprised. Maybe even waiting naked for me. I squirm, picturing it.

He’s been sending me all sorts of sexy shit the past week, feeding the ravenous beast inside me. Last night, I got an up-close picture of his pretty pink hole with three fingers stuffed in it. Shit, I can’t pop a boner right now in this Uber. The five-minute drive to my place seems to take thirty, and by the time I’m climbing the stairs to the apartment, my heart is in my throat, and my cock is painfully hard.

It’s like my entire body is stiff with anticipation.

I set down my suitcase by the front door and fiddle with my keys to get inside, but the door is thrown open before it even gets in the lock. Eli stands there, a dazzling smile on his face.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Healthy. Alert.

“Hi,” I gasp, unable to move because I want to soak him in a few seconds longer.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly.

Something clicks in my brain, and my legs jerk forward. I throw down my duffle bag, let my carry-on drop, and rush him. He squeaks in surprise when I bend and lift him. My mouth descends on his with speed, our lips crashing together with three fucking months' worth of need behind them. Fingers tangle in my hair as I fumble through the apartment, licking between his lips, breathing his breaths. He smells like me—smells like fucking home.

“Fuck,” he pants, shaking in my arms. His legs tighten around my waist, and we crash onto the sofa. “I missed you so much.”

I nudge his face to the side so I can kiss the petals tattooed on his neck, taking the time to lick and nibble each one. Then I make my way back to his face. I kiss his cheek, nose, and both eyes, then land back on his lips. I need him. Somewhere in my mind, I know I need to get Helios from Nyx, but that can wait.

Everything can wait.

“The door,” he rasps against my attack.

“Don’t care,” I say, hauling him back up and swiftly carrying him to my room.

I kick the door closed with my boot and lay him down. My hand shoves up his shirt, the outline of his dick prominent in the crotch of his jeans. I press wet kisses down his chest, dipping my tongue into his navel, getting high off the taste of his clean skin. Deftly working his jeans open while nibbling his hip bone, I free his cock and engulf it. His back bows off the bed, a sweet moan hitting my ears.

I’m so hungry, so fucking needy.

I can’t get enough.

Working him down my throat, I listen to his breaths, his curses and whines as his precum pools on my tongue. His hands come to cradle my head, but I catch his wrists, pinning them to the bed at his sides. That really gets him going because he humps into my mouth, fucking himself into me.

“Shit, baby. I’m not going to last.”

I hum in approval, wanting it. I suck him faster, desperate for it. He hisses when I scratch my teeth down his length. I swear I’m going to fucking devour him. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers, legs tensing beneath me.

His cock stiffens, throbs, and releases down my throat. I swallow, wanting every drop. When he sags, I lick his softening cock, dipping my tongue into his slit for more of his sweetness. All the little trembles pulsing through him spur me forward, and I peel his pants off. I kiss his thighs, burying my face in the crease of his groin, inhaling greedily. And when I brush my finger down to his taint and lower, I feel something.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” he rasps, bending his legs and revealing the plug resting between his cheeks.

“Fuck,” I growl, pushing on it and he gasps. “Are you wet, too?”

He nods fast. “I liked bottoming for you,” he admits almost shyly.

I crawl up his body with speed, still too clothed, but I need him to know this. “You can have my ass whenever you want. But right now, I need to be in you, sweetheart. I need to have you.”

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