27. Elijah

Iwas drunk on Luke Beaumont.

Drunk on taking what I was pretty sure I didn't fucking deserve. But Pandora's box was wide open now. And I couldn't stop—hoping for him, dreaming of him, needing him.

I'd sat as still as I was able while Luke tended to the cuts on my hand with fingers that trembled. Such worship, such focus, only pausing occasionally to send me one of those roguish grins—the one he used to flirt, to tease, to seduce.

To break me wide open.

I'd never been more terrified, more out of control. There were moments at every step of the way when I could have pulled back. Admitted to Foster that things had grown personally complicated with Luke and then crawled back to the offices, prepared to eat shit about it for however long it took.

But the glaring, painfully obvious truth was that I didn't want to.

I grabbed Luke by the arms and hauled him up until he could straddle my lap. Gripped his face, a few inches from mine, and watched the way the dancing firelight highlighted his cheekbones. His full, defined lips. The dark blue of his eyes, the color of the ocean after a hurricane.

"Beautiful," I whispered and licked my tongue against his lips. Felt him open for me, groan for me, felt his fingers slide into the back of my hair and yank. I splayed my hands under the ridiculous T-shirt he'd found, hissing in a breath as I stroked his feverish skin. Shoved the material up and over, and then Luke was naked from the waist up.

Glorious and strong. Sinful, every single bit of him. His smooth, defined chest. The flexing ridges of his abdomen. The taste of sweat and seawater in the hollow of his collarbone. I roamed my hands up the expanse of his back, felt each muscle twitch beneath my fingers.

We didn't stop kissing. Our mouths moved hungrily, furiously. Luke's ragged moans vibrated against my lips, had me opening wider. Kissing him harder. I grabbed his ass and yanked him closer, until the slick hardness of his cock pressed to mine through the fabric.

His head fell back and I didn't hesitate to send my mouth to that spot he'd liked so much—the crook where his neck met his shoulder. I traced my tongue around the still-sensitive bruise and Luke hissed. I grinned against his skin and kept my tongue working, my teeth scraping.

He cursed and started to rock against me, his upper body writhing as my mouth sucked along his skin. He gave another rock, but this time I grabbed his ass with more force, stilling him.

"I don't remember saying you could move," I growled into his neck.

His thighs tightened against me. Every muscle went taut. "I can't help it," he panted. "It's your mouth, it's too good, it's…yes, right there."

I'd switched to the other side of his throat. Licking. Sucking. I let my palm drift up his side until I could circle my thumb around his nipple. Luke cursed again. His nails bit into the tops of my shoulders, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. I tightened my grip on his ass and set my own pace, grinding him down on top of me. Slow. Lazy. Luke retaliated by wrenching my face to his and kissing me with a fury.

"Don't tease me tonight, Elijah," he whispered.

"You can take it." I kissed his throat. Nuzzled his ear. Thrust my hips up and bounced him against my cock. "You'll do anything I say, won't you?"

A smirk appeared. "Depends on what you say."

I pushed up from the chair and had us moving backward in the next instant—moving until Luke's back collided with the wall. I pinned his wrists by his head and caged him in. Gave a deliberate thrust of my cock against his. Again and again and again until our kisses turned sloppy, more groans than connection. Pure need and raw desire.

The friction from each thrust drove me wild, had me dropping his hands to grip his hips instead. Driving between his legs. Wrenching moan after moan from the back of his throat.

Luke's fingers dove back into my hair, and I dropped my face to his neck, biting him on my next thrust. He shuddered, huffed out a laugh. "God, I could…I could come like this."

I hummed under my breath. "That's not how you're coming."

I kissed along his collarbone, felt the goosebumps shivering across his skin. Bent further so I could flatten my tongue against his nipple. Lapped at him there until his nails were clawing down my back.

"I love that," he sighed.

My mouth moved lower, tongue tracing every flexing ridge of muscle. "How about this?"

"Please."

My hands bracketed his hips while I teased him—inch by inch. I nuzzled down the patch of hair leading to his belly button. Scraped my teeth along his hipbone. I dropped to my knees and tucked my fingers into the top of his sweatpants. Tugged down slowly. Slower still. I flicked my gaze up to find Luke staring down at me with an expression of pure hunger. Pupils blown out, chest heaving. I yanked his pants to his ankles, grinning when his cock bobbed in front of my face. I'd been aiming for patience but couldn't help myself. I dragged my tongue up the side of him and groaned at the taste.

"Your cock is so fucking pretty, Luke," I growled. "You like me down here on my knees for you?"

He had both hands in my hair. "I like everything you do to me."

I reached up, pressed two fingers to his lips until he opened and took them inside. He moaned, getting them wet with his tongue, sucking with the same intense suction he'd used on me the other night. When he released my fingers, I lifted an eyebrow. He was already smiling before he gave me a nod.

Something primal tore through my chest, growing when he spread his legs wider and whispered, "I need this."

He needed me. And I needed him, with such ferocity my body trembled. I propped my chin on his thigh and watched—watched this confident, gorgeous man turn desperate as soon as I reached between his legs. Cupped his balls, squeezing while he cursed. Kept exploring, slipping between his ass cheeks until I landed on the tight ring of muscle. His spine arched from the wall. Head back, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing as I circled and circled and then pushed a wet finger inside.

Luke hissed in a breath. "Shit, fuck."

I stilled, letting him adjust. When he nodded again, I added a second finger. Crooked them, then took his cock between my lips.

Luke's head thrashed, breath heavy. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes."

He twisted his fingers and pulled on my hair, making me moan as I took him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and my eyes closed in pure pleasure. It was the heady, salty taste of him, the way his hips punched forward, his anguished sighs with every stroke of my fingers. He was already shaking, cock pulsing with every swipe of my tongue along the underside.

"I love this so much," he said through clenched teeth. "Why are you so good at this, goddammit, Elijah."

I moved faster. Worked my fingers in his ass. Groaned along with his every jagged, keening cry. I wanted to see what we looked like right now—Luke naked and perfect, every muscle standing out as he fucked my mouth. The snarl in his lips, the flush creeping up his neck. If I'd had anything to grind myself against I would have been—shamelessly—because my cock was so hard it hurt.

"Elijah…Elijah, sweetheart…."

I took him to the very back of my throat again. Hollowed my cheeks and stroked my fingers deep. Luke roared his climax, chanting my name. When I finally released him, it was to press my cheek to his stomach, chasing my breath. My heart jerked against my rib cage, and when I sat back to look at Luke, it skipped several beats, until I was dizzy from desire. He shoved his hair back and pulled me by the chin to stand. His kiss was an explosion, a giant ray of light shattering through us both. I held him by the face and drank him in.

When we parted, he whispered, "You're incredible, you know that?"

I nudged his nose with mine. "I've been thinking about that for two weeks now."

"Oh, yeah?" A teasing half smile appeared on his face. "Care to share any more of your dirty thoughts, Mr. Knight?"

I gave his ass a light smack and growled, "Get in that damn bedroom."

He moved to the side and gave a tiny salute. "Yes, sir."

I smacked him again and he laughed. Then I marveled at Luke's back as he walked into the small bedroom—the strength in his shoulders, his trim waist, and a round, muscular ass that had me wiping a hand across my mouth.

In the bathroom, I pulled open drawers, moving quickly to get past how awkward I felt being here without the owners knowing about it. But a dark lust snapped beneath my skin, growing in strength when I opened the last drawer to find an array of condoms and a few unopened packets of lube.

I let out a surprised laugh and scooped up what I needed. Walked back into the bedroom and propped a shoulder against the door frame, condoms and lube between my two fingers. Luke's eyes widened.

"Some Airbnb you broke us into," I said, dropping them onto the nightstand.

"I'll be sure to leave them an extra big tip for that," Luke said. "You got any specific plans for those?"

I stood at the end of the bed and let my shorts fall to my ankles. Stepped out of them and enjoyed the way Luke's hands clenched in the bedsheets. I dropped to the bed and prowled his naked body, kissing up his stomach. Strumming both nipples with my thumbs. Leaving a trail of bites and kisses along his throat.

When I reached his face, I licked deeply into his mouth and dropped my hips down, sliding my cock against his, already hardening again. When I pulled back, I tugged his lower lip down with my thumb.

"I might have some plans. If you're good."

Luke bucked his hips and flipped me, pinning my arms to the bed. I reared up, tried to catch his mouth, but he kept away with a taunting smile. "That's a shame, because I'm never good."

I returned the smile—part flirting, part pure wonder that I was here, naked in bed, with the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. When he finally dipped down, hovering his lips over mine, I whispered, "Don't I know it."