Chapter 19

Eliza

Questions play on repeat in my head as I leave Dad and Laura’s and drive to the only place I want to be, and that’s with Steve.

What will I do if something happens to Dad?

How will I manage Laura and Mom?

I have so many plans with the team, and I want to show Dad they can work.

I drive directly to Steve’s place. When I pull up in front of his house, the only lights on are the ones on timers.

My eyes sting with bitter tears.

I let myself into the house and pace around the living room.

Me: Where are you? Are you coming home?

My phone rings, and it’s Steve.

“I’m out with the guys. Is everything okay?” he asks.

I struggle with what to say, but I really need him. “No. I…”

He murmurs something to the people he’s with and then returns to the phone. “I’m walking out now.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I protest.

“Where are you? At my house?”

I nod, forgetting he can’t see me.

“Eliza? Where are you? I’m on my way.”

“I’m at your house.”

“I’m coming. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He leaves the line open, and I don’t feel quite so alone. “I’m getting in my car.”

I hear the engine start up and suddenly the line is clearer as I move to the speaker in his car.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks, and I know exactly why he’s a great doctor. There is true concern in his voice.

“It’s about my dad.”

“Look up from your phone and get out of the crosswalk,” he mutters.

That makes me smile.

“Do you want to tell me what he said?” Steve asks again.

“I will when you get here.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry I took you away from your friends.”

“Don’t worry about it. I see them all the time. Things come up, and they know it.”

I wrap my arms around me, all too eager to sit down with Steve.

“Ugh,” he says. “I swear I’m coming. I can’t believe I’m hitting every fucking red light.”

“Please, just get here in one piece.”

He chuckles. “It’s great to see you care.”

“Of course, I do,” I sputter.

The garage door opens, and we disconnect. In moments, he walks across the backyard into the house. “Are you okay?”

I race to him, wrap my arms around him, and let the tears fall.

“What’s happened?” There’s an edge to his voice.

“My dad is sick.”

Steve becomes rigid. “What kind of sick?”

“He has colon cancer, and it’s stage four. I don’t even know what that means.”

Steve’s shoulders fall. “It means the cancer has spread to other organs and possibly the lymph nodes.”

My stomach hurts. I don’t know what I’m going to do without my dad. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but I always loved him, and I knew he loved me in his distorted way.

Steve cups my face with his hand. “Do you know where it might have spread?”

I shake my head.

“I’ll make some calls, and after the game on Saturday, I’ll go with you to talk to him.”

“You’d do that?”

His head tilts to the side. “Hey, try not to stress about this. We’re in this together. We’ll get it figured out and make sure he has the best doctors and care.”

My mind begins to reel again, thinking of all the things I wanted to show Dad, and then it hits me. Selling the team to Donnie is all about him being sick.

I double over and hold my sides.

“Come here.” Steve pulls me close, and I can feel his beating heart.

I look up at him as my heart swells. “Thank you.” Then my lips touch his, and there’s no stopping us. We crash together, and the kiss curls my toes, making me feel dizzy and weightless.

My head tilts to the side, and I lean against him as his hands roam my body—over my waist, down my thighs, up my torso to graze my breasts. He purposely avoids my erogenous zones, making me whimper each time he comes close to touching me where I want him.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

“I want you to make me forget,” I breathe.

“I’m here for you.” He turns me around, and his hands wander everywhere at once, lighting my skin on fire.

“Oh fuck, you’re driving me crazy!” I gasp as I rub my ass against his cock.

“Good!” he whispers in my ear. “Because I am going to make you fucking scream before I’m done!”

He wraps his arm around me and clasps my breast, bringing the other hand around to work the zipper of my dress. His lips follow the zipper, kissing my back as he slowly exposes it.

As he goes lower, he releases my breast and goes to his knees to kiss the small of my back, his free hand now goes under the hem of my dress and up the inside of my thigh to knead my ass.

There’s a mirror on the wall beside us, and he watches me place my hands on the wall for support as my head rolls forward and my eyes close. He uses both hands to lift my dress. “Mmm, fucking beautiful,” he whispers, just before he kisses my ass, randomly, all over.

I gasp and my hips roll, wiggling my ass as he kisses it. He licks me occasionally, and when he knows I’m really turned on, he nips with his teeth.

Holding up my dress with one hand, he glides the other up and down my thighs. I spread my stance in invitation, and he touches me, feather light, on the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

I squat just a bit, aiming for more contact for my pussy, and Steve finally relents and strokes my crotch firmly through the triangle of fabric that is now damp and warm.

“Oh!” I say softly.

He backs off and strokes my center lightly, not quite giving me what he must know I want. He returns to kiss and lick my ass cheeks again. I’m panting hard now, trying to push against his fingers .

I arch my back, pushing my ass in his face, so he nips it with his teeth, and as I gasp, he grabs my hips with both hands and turns me around to face him.

I lean back against the wall, panting, my face flushed and my eyes blazing. “Fuck!” I gasp. “You are so bad!”

“And you love it!” he tells me with his devilish grin. He is still kneeling, looking up at my eyes, then down over my body. “Now, lose the fucking dress, Eliza!”

His lips curl into a salacious smile, and I shrug off the dress. It falls in a heap around my ankles, and he gathers it up so I can step out of it.

Tossing the dress aside, I look at him with a brow raised. But I say nothing as he grabs my hips and kisses the tops of my thighs, tracing my sexy black panties with his tongue. He kisses my mound through my panties, and I can’t wait for a repeat of him filling me up.

He sits back on his heels and looks me up and down, appreciatively. I’m quaking with arousal. I lean back, my shoulder blades against the wall and my hands pressed flat against the wall behind my ass. My normally pale skin is flushed and my chest heaves, my nipples trying to push through the fancy black lace of my bra.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Steve says in a low tone while one hand rubs his cock through his pants. “But some of that has to go!” he tells me, gesturing with his free hand. My eyes return to his, and he knows I understand.

My fingers shaking, I hook my thumbs into my thong at my hips, as if I’m asking permission.

He looks up into my eyes. “Go ahead, Eliza…”

A slight whimper catches in my throat, and his smile grows. He knows I’m loving these naughty games.

He watches me push my panties down my hips, the damp crotch sticking momentarily to my lips. Steve smirks. When the lacy thong falls to my ankles, he holds it for me as I work my high heels loose. Then he casually tosses it over his shoulder in the general direction of my dress .

He gazes at me with hunger in his eyes, taking in the little sculpted triangle of hair, which points down to my hairless pussy. He growls at the sight before looking back up at my face.

I stand frozen under his gaze, fighting to control the urge to pounce on him. This moment has been a long time coming, and I want to let him do it his way, have me however he wants. I owe him that. Plus, I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the first drink of water he’s seen since crossing a hot, sandy desert.

Steve traces up my body with his eyes. When he comes to my bra, he focuses on the nipples, which are making little points behind the black floral design. I shudder from the stimulation and want more.

“And now the bra, Eliza,” he whispers.

My hands go to the clasp between the cups, and in a flash, the bra is gone. This time, it is my turn to casually discard the item. The anticipation grows, increasing my arousal, as I know what he can do with his dick and fingers.

“So fucking beautiful,” Steve murmurs again.

I pinch both nipples, pulling and twisting. “Do you like that?” I purr.

“I’m the one in charge of your climax. Just remember that,” he growls.

“Yes, sir.”

Bringing his hands to my legs, he begins kissing my thighs and stomach, avoiding my center. Then he kisses the slight crease where my thigh meets my body as his hands gently travel up the backs of my legs.

I bring my heel higher up the wall, moving my knee outward to spread myself open to him. I sigh as I run my fingers through his dirty blond hair.

When his hands clasp my ass and pull me forward, I widen my stance, shoulders still against the wall.

Steve knows what I want, what we both want, and dips his head to wetly kiss my inflamed pussy. As his tongue licks through my center, barely grazing my clit, I whimper and clench my fingers in his hair. “Please,” I whisper.

He stands quickly and grabs my ass, hoisting me up.

I let out a squeak and wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Steve turns toward the kitchen as I frantically kiss his neck. He doesn’t have time to go upstairs and instead walks me over to the sturdy oak kitchen table.

This is where we eat our meals. Now, he is going to eat me here. He kicks a chair aside, places my ass on the table’s edge, and pulls aside the vase of flowers before pushing me backwards. I whine as he latches on to a swollen nipple and swipes his tongue over it as he sucks.

His hard dick rubs against my swollen center through his pants, giving me stimulation and frustration at the same time. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist and grind myself, begging and moaning, “Oh, please, Steve.”

He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same aggressive treatment as the first. Then he reaches for my thighs, pulling his mouth off my nipple and going straight to my center.

“Ohhh,” I groan as he starts with long licks. He reaches over and pulls the chair back into place, settling in for yet another great meal at this table.

I know I’m not the first girl Steve has gone down on, but right now, I’m thankful to every woman before me, as his skill is unmatched. He reads my body and my physical responses like a fine instrument.

He laps at the entrance to my channel, then sucks me into his mouth and licks me clean of my sweet nectar. I moan, then gasp when he pulls his head back and my clit pops free.

He groans with pleasure as I writhe on the table. I put my hands on the back of his head and pull his face into me, placing my legs over his shoulders.

“Oh, Steve, oh fuck yes!” I moan, rolling my hips as he devours me.

He keeps his tongue moving up through my center, and occasionally, he licks higher to play against my clit .

My response is immediate. “Ehhh!” I squeal, and my fingers ball into fists, pulling his hair. Steve brings two fingers up, slipping them into my pussy as he finally swipes my clit steadily with his tongue.

I see stars and white light as I explode, thrashing on the table as I climax. He works his fingers in and out of my grasping center and laps repeatedly at my clit while reaching out to twist a swollen nipple with his other hand.

I scream at the ceiling, and my ass comes off the table, my legs still on his shoulders. He keeps his fingers working in time with his tongue lashing at my clit as he sucks it between his lips.

My screaming soon moves to a gasping, strangled attempt to breathe. I can’t do this again. I release the hair at the back of Steve’s head and slap my hands down on the old oak table. I squirm, trying to get free of his hungry mouth. “Nnnno…no…more! Ohh fuuuuck…Steve…no…more,” I squeal.

Steve eases the pressure on my G-spot, releasing my clit from his lips but still licking. “Damn, you taste so good.”

I squirm again, my pussy tightening on his fingers until he withdraws, leaving me feeling empty. But still, I beg to be released from my torture.

Steve stares at my exposed center as I catch my breath, and I know he’s ready.

He has me down to just my heels but has neglected to take off anything himself. “If you’re going to take me, you’re going to need to get naked.”

He licks his lips as he undoes his belt. He hands me a condom. “We need to get tested and make sure we always have some sort of birth control.”

“I’m on birth control, and I never miss a day.”

He drops his clothes and stands before me naked, his cock jutting out and bobbing.

As I watch him roll on the condom, I lick my lips. I need him inside me like I need to breathe .

He pushes the purple head into my entrance and stretches me wide. “Holy fuck, Steve!” I whisper.

He chuckles at me. “I could say the same about you, Eliza.”