Page 34 of Elijah's Hope
I didn’t stop to answer. I was pretty sure he knew what I was doing. I started to bob my head, building up speed, sucking him deeper and deeper with every stroke.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking good. God, the way you suck me. Like you can’t get enough.”
I couldn’t. I wanted his heat. I wanted the feel of his hands in my hair. I wanted his precum on my tongue, knowing I was making him feel this way. Knowing that I was giving him this pleasure.
“Baby, you got to stop,” he groaned. “It’s been too long for me. I’m too… I don’t have much control.”
Which, of course, only made me work him faster, cupping his balls in my hand and gently rolling them as I did.
“Ah fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shelby, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”
And he did. Thrusting uncontrollably then. Pulses of salty sticky Eli all over my mouth. I loved it. I loved that I had made him lose control.
I pulled away and peeked up at him, now a little shy. Shy because he knew I knew how to give a blow job and how to finish a blow job. When just last night he’d thought I might be a virgin.
“That’s was fucking…” he said, panting. His arm over his forehead like he couldn’t find the words.
Then he smiled and gave me a wickedly dirty look. “Your turn.”
Which, of course, sent me scrambling out of the bed so fast I ended up falling on to the floor with a hard thump.
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Eli
“Shelby, what the fuck?”
I started to get out of bed as I watched her crab-walk away from me until she was pinned to the door of the bathroom. This didn’t make any sense to me. This woman had been all over my dick two seconds ago and now she was treating me like a villain in a horror movie.
I took a deep breath, pulled my pants up over my still semi-hard dick, and stood. I watched as she slowly stood as well.
“I don’t understand,” I said truthfully.
She shrugged. “I know. I just wanted to do that for you. Like a…gift. I didn’t do it so you would feel like you had to do something to me in return.”
“And if I said I wanted to give you a gift, too? Make you feel good and that’s all it would be about?”
“I would say…I’m not ready.” It was almost a whisper. Her arms were wrapped around her waist. She presented like a shy virgin, even though I knew she wasn’t one.
“You’re not ready? You can give me a blow job, but you’re not ready to let me do the same? Shelby, I need to know why. Were you lying to me last night? Are you afraid of me?”
She shook her head then came toward me to hug me. With her pressed against me, the world made sense again.
“No, I could never be afraid of you,” she muttered against my chest.
“Then what am I missing?”
She looked up at me and I could see her struggling for a reason. Finally, I think, she settled on what was the truth. “I am afraid but not of you. I’m afraid of us.”
“Us?”
“This is all happening so fast. I feel like…I feel like if I let myself go there, all the way, then there is no going back. And all of this has to come to an end at some point. Eli, what are we doing?”
I sighed and hugged her tighter. She was right. This was obviously something neither of us had planned on. “I don’t know. I told you I was only looking for some fun, but Shelby, I swear to God I’m telling you the truth when I say this has been more than that for me. I think of you getting on a plane at the end of next week and I break into a sweat.”
“Don’t you see? If we start having sex, then it will be even worse.”
“Then why did you wake up and decide to blow me?”
