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His lips tremble as he clenches his jaw, fingers forming a fist around my hair, and when I take him as far back as I can without choking and justhold there, a downright feral look seeps into his eyes.
He pushes me down, and I gag, but the discomfort is immediately replaced by a hot burst of arousal as Lee’s release floods my tongue. I can’t help myself; I lick and suckat his dick as it twitches, as he groans and drops his hand to my shoulder to ease me away.
Still, I wait until the oversensitivity settles in and he hisses sharply through his teeth before letting him fall out of my mouth. It hits me like a freight train, the pure awe in his eyes as he tugs me up to crash his lips down on mine.
There’s still traces of him on my tongue, but he doesn’t mind, licking into my mouth without hesitation. He yanks out my hair tie so the strands fall haphazardly around my face, and then both of his hands are threading in my hair and holding me steady to him.
I have never been so inexplicably drawn to a man before, never been so whole-heartedly captivated by someone’s gentleness, by their earnestness and the blatant honesty they wear on their face.
Every moment with Elias feels like a breath of fresh air shot straight into my lungs. Like sunlight infused into my very core. There’s a thin sheet of ice resting just below my skin, protecting me from my own impulsivity, but every smile and soft sigh melts the layer around my heart.
Fallingis such an optimistic word for how strongly I feel for this man, as if I’m not already balls deep in emotions stronger than I can put into words.
I won’t be walking away from Elias, not unless he makes me, but I very well might find myself drowning again.
Only this time I might not find my way back to the surface.
15
ELIAS
Dayslike this remind me how lucky I am to be a dad. Cal and Miya are lying on the living room floor with the lights off and curtains drawn, using her phone flashlight to make shadow puppets on the ceiling.
Matty is on the couch with a cup of tea to ease his sore throat I feel a little guilty for, but he’s smiling and playing along when Cal looks to him for involvement.
He's been here such a short time, but he’s already a staple in our daily routines. Anytime Cal and I go out, the first thing he does when he comes home is seek Matty out. If Matty is at work, Cal will wander through the living room at random intervals until he comes home.
Home.
Miya looks up from their shadow puppet show with a knowing, empathetic look. She flicks her eyes from me to Matty, andfuck it, I don't have to fight it anymore.
I walk over to the couch, watching as Matty switches between playing along and looking down at his Kindle, and rest my arms on the back staring down at him. He’s got his hair in this half up, half down style that keeps it out of hiseyes but still has it cascading across his shoulders. His legs are crossed with his tea mug sitting in a little crotchet cup holder on one knee while the Kindle rests on the other.
It’s the picture of perfect comfort paired with form fitting joggers and a gray tank sporting a pink, blue, and white bubbly heart.
Cute as shit.
He tips his head and meets me for a kiss as I fold my arms across the back of the couch. “Whatcha reading?”
He smiles against my lips and raises his arm to cup the back of my neck. “An angsty little queer book about a golden retriever boy in love with an adorably sad boy who isn’t over his ex.”
I snort at the pointed way he describes it, but then he taps the screen a few times and shows me the soft, colorful cover:Double Hit by Katie Steele.
“Cute, but maybe don’t take inspiration from romance novels.” When our lips touch this time, he playfully pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, bedroom eyes making my dick stir. “You tease me, but I go to work in a few hours and will have endless material to make your night a very frustrating one.”
He pouts and tugs me closer, and I sink my fingers into his hair to guide his mouth into a deeper kiss.
“You padding around half naked is frustrating enough,” he grumbles, and I pull back to playfully flick his nose.
“Maybe if someone didn’t keep running off with my t-shirts …”
He sticks his tongue out, and I hear Cal giggle from his spot on the floor. I touch my nose to Matty’s, basking in his peaceful smile, eyes closed and fingers absently playing in my hair.
It’s way too soon to be uttering words likelove, especiallywhen this is a temporary indulgence at best, but letting myself have this with him has opened the floodgates.
I’ve been mildly obsessed with Matty from the moment we met, and sharing a bed—sharing moments like this—has only deepened that obsession.
The way he holds me to him with an unwavering grip makes me think he’s maybe a little bit obsessed with me too.
