A Little Bit

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Eli

He’s fucking ignoring me.

I’ve sent an embarrassing amount of texts. All of them going unanswered and now it’s been too long.

Too long for me to stew in my feelings. And I’ve gone through a lot. I was devastated, then angry, then mortified, then back to angry. For a while, I thought maybe I should let him go. But no. It’s too fucking late. He doesn’t seem to understand that.

But he will.

I’m practically stomping up the brick sidewalk to his townhouse, a joint hanging from my lips, hands shoved in the pockets of my jacket to protect them from the December cold.

Once I make it to the door, I aggressively stub it out on his stoop, so much so that the little roach crumples in my fingers, causing me to scrape my knuckles along the concrete.

I hiss, bringing my fingers up to my mouth to suck the blood off before raising my fist and pounding on his door.

A couple walking by gives me curious looks when I bang on his door again, probably wondering what my emo-looking ass would have to do with the senator’s preppy son. Do they know who lives here? Everyone knows, right?

The door whips open in front of me, revealing Warren’s bewildered, gorgeous face. His eyes tentatively flick around me, looking for people watching, before bringing his bright gaze back to mine.

“Eli.” He says my name breathily. I’m sure he’s about to say he doesn’t want me. Doesn’t want this . But the worship with which he says my name betrays him. “W-what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been ignoring me?” It comes out as a growled question. Even though there’s really no question.

I get more annoyed the longer I look at him. His blond hair is combed back perfectly atop his head, pouty lips still parted in surprise at my presence, and this cream cable knit sweater that has two huge brown buttons at the collar. He looks perfect. Disgustingly sexy.

He flounders a bit, stammering out nonsense while his eyes bounce around, looking at anything but me. “Uhhh—well, I just—I don’t think that?—”

I roll my eyes and groan out “Oh my fucking god,” while pushing him and myself inside, then kicking the door shut.

Grabbing him by his throat, I back his body up against the wall, right next to his front door, unable to control my anger anymore.

“Why the fuck have you been ignoring me? Did I—” my voice abruptly cuts out. I stare at his eyes, wide in shock, as I swallow, trying to get rid of some of the hurt that tried to creep into my voice just now, which only makes me more irritated.

The space I had kept between our bodies is quickly erased as I inch toward to him, my face close enough to see his beautiful freckles. “You don’t get it, Warren. It’s too fucking late.” My eyes take a short perusal of his face before continuing, “I had your cum leaking out of me.”

His pupils instantly dilate, the friendly blue practically disappearing into lewd black pools.

I run my fingers down his cheek, while my other hand gives his throat a gentle squeeze, making his long eyelashes flutter in front of my face. My voice is now a hoarse whisper. “You fucking marked me. Put part of you inside of me. You don’t get to say it’s over now.”

His breath picks up, chest bumping my forearm with every inhale. “It… it wouldn’t work. I’m not… You don’t understand. There’s things?—”

I cut him off with a brutal kiss, my lips slamming into his. He melts into me, any restraint he had evaporating when I slide my tongue inside his eager mouth.

“It will work for now. That’s all that fucking matters,” I growl over his lips.

We keep kissing. It’s rough. Biting. Nothing sweet or gentle. A punishment.

Removing my hand from his throat, I run it up into his hair, fisting it harshly, messing up his preppy-boy image. Only for me.

He hisses into my mouth, pushing his body against mine, his hands gliding underneath my shirt.

Pulling my lips away from his, I shove two of my fingers into his mouth.

Without any prompting, he starts sucking them like the good boy he can be, swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks around my skin while I use my other hand to undo his pants, his belt making loud clanking noises around the otherwise quiet entryway of his home.

I drag his pants down and remove my fingers from his warm mouth while dropping to my knees. He’s practically hyperventilating as he watches me, panting like an animal in heat, his cock hard and bobbing in front of me.

“Do you want me to suck your cock down my throat, sailor? Will that fucking work for you?”

He whimpers in lieu of an answer, knees shaking in my face.

Leaning forward, I take his dick as far back in my mouth as I can, until his head bumps the back of my throat, making me let out a choked gag.

He moans at the sound. “Oh my fucking—” he whispers before cutting himself off, softly hitting his head against the wall behind him.

I pop off of him, a trail of my spit connecting his dick to my face, like one of us doesn’t want to let go. Maybe both. Using the fingers he sucked on, I break the trail and reach behind him, swirling them around his hole.

“We have to get this nice and wet,” I murmur, continuing to circle his slicked hole while his cock stares angrily at me, waiting for attention.

When I feel like I’ve lubed him enough, I add the slightest bit of pressure, letting out a rumble in my chest when his hole greedily sucks my finger inside.

He gasps, his eyes wide looking down at me as I let my finger take a few tentative thrusts inside him.

He’s so fucking hot and tight. I can’t wait until I get to tear apart his little virgin hole, pump him full of my cum like he belongs to me. Which he does. Temporarily.

“Oh my— mmmmf —fuck,” he groans as I add another finger, pushing them deeper. His dick jumps in response, gifting me with a bead of pre-cum that I lap up slowly, allowing it to smear over the entirety of my tongue.

“Fuck. You taste sweet, sailor. I’m going to love drinking your whole load down. Unless… you want me to share with you?”

He has that same scared, vulnerable look in his eyes, but his dick jumps in front of my face again, giving me the answer he doesn’t want to.

“You got it,” I say right before taking his cock back in my mouth.

I bring my other hand up to work him in tandem with my mouth, slurping and drooling all over his dick while my fingers fuck his hole. Taking him in the back of my throat again, I do my best to relax around his size and swallow, my muscles constricting around his length as tears run down my face.

“Oh no no no no no,” he breathes, barely coherent with his dick halfway to my belly. “D-don’t do that. I’m gonna… come if you do that anymore.”

Smiling the best I can with a mouthful of cock, I do it again, making sure to press into his prostate at the same time. His dick instantly swells.

“Shit. Shiiiiiiit . I told you. Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. Fuck fuuuuck ,” he moans, grabbing onto my hair and practically sobbing through his release.

I pull back slightly so I can catch all of his cum, bobbing up and down as he spills into my mouth, all the while thrusting my fingers in and out of his hot channel. His hole squeezes them, rhythmically clenching, making my cock throb thinking about getting to feel that around it soon.

He shivers and slumps against the wall as his spent cock twitches for the last time and I gently remove my fingers from him. I lean back onto my haunches so he can have a good view, opening my mouth to show him his load still sitting on my tastebuds.

His eyes darken as he jumps down to the floor with me, wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling my face to his. We both groan as I push his cum into his eager mouth, the sweet, musky flavor overtaking both of our tongues as they tangle, some sneaking out and running down our chins.

He presses harder into me, scooting up higher on my lap, like he wants to cocoon himself inside me. Snaking his hands up into my hair, our tongues massage each other, trying to imprint something. Solidify something. But what? I’m not completely sure of that. Or if I even want to know.

After an unnecessary amount of time, we stop kissing, but stay cradling each other on the floor of his entryway, breathing the same air through our raw mouths.

My dick is painfully hard from being turned on, but I don’t even care. I don’t want anything back from him. I just needed to show him. Remind him of what we have.

“You can’t leave. It’s not time yet,” I whisper against his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them once I’m done.

He stays silent, only giving me the sound of his quiet breathing.

I grab his face, making him look at me, his blue eyes shining with something. Fear, I think. “Are you listening?” I say, a frantic edge creeping into my voice. “You can’t leave. Not yet.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, nodding as he looks into my eyes.

There’s something he’s not telling me, but I don’t want to know right now. I just want to float in the stars with him, being delusional until our time with each other expires.

I give him a curt nod back then tuck his head into the crook of my neck and hug him to me.

We stay there like that, desperately clinging to each other next to the front door until the sky turns black.