Forbidden Serenade

Chapter Thirty-One

We headed into the house and went straight for the shower. While washing together, I repaid Elijah by dropping to my knees. Taking his cock in my mouth, I gave him a blow job. He groaned, his hand bracing himself on the wall as I took him in deep. As his breaths came faster, his fingers threaded through my hair. Gripping the strands tight to hold me in place, he fucked my face as he lost control and spilled his seed down my throat. I greedily lapped up every drop of him. It exhilarated me how I could bring this man such pleasure.

I wanted more.

I wanted to do it over and over again.

We finished washing and dried off. Elijah opted to lounge in only a pair of shorts. I chose a shirt with my shorts. With my hair still wet and not a speck of makeup on my face, Elijah's blue eyes still roamed over my body with a hungry appreciation. I had been trained to look my best. Makeup was a necessity and lounge clothes were never desirable. But here was Elijah Wyatt, world-famous rock star, basically eye fucking me.

My cheeks heated as I glanced down and ran my hand over my simple t-shirt and shorts. "What?"

Elijah slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugged me against him. He lifted a hand, tucking some wet hair behind my ear as his eyes studied my face. "You're beautiful."

Lifting my face to his, my eyes caught on his full red lips. "You're not so bad yourself."

His lips I desired on me pulled up in one corner. Leaning down, he kissed my nose. "How 'bout I order some food and we lounge here tonight? You can pick a movie."

"I think that sounds amazing."

While Elijah called in an order, I flipped through the movie selection on the living room television. Elijah soon came and joined me on the oversized couch. Putting an arm around my shoulders, he pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head. I cuddled into him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of him. I wanted to soak in every single moment of this weekend to remember forever.

Our food arrived, and we ate. Swimming and fucking had given me quite the appetite. Though I still was careful what I ate, Elijah was his normal confident self. I was certain nothing phased him. He never seemed nervous, unsure, or insecure. He embodied pure self-acceptance, a level of maturity I hadn't yet reached. Maybe he was right. Perhaps, because of our different lives, our age difference wasn't so important. It was just a number. Life experience was something completely different. What shaped us more? Our age or what we'd gone through?

I dozed off in Elijah's arms during the movie. When he moved, my eyes snapped open. He was standing and scooping me into his arms.

Fear shot through me. He was going to lift me and realize how big I was. While having sex, he'd lifted me to take me to bed, but that had been while he was distracted with desire. Now, he would notice my full weight.

"Elijah. Stop."

Elijah lifted me with ease into his arms. "Why?"

Kicking my legs, I attempted to get back down on the couch. "I'm too heavy."

Elijah scoffed. Instead of setting me down, he tossed me up and down in his arms. "You know I bench press like, double your weight. Right?"

My mouth opened, but no words of protest came out. What could I say?

Settling me back into his arms, Elijah headed toward the bedroom. "Relax, Riley."

They were simple words but difficult to achieve. With Elijah, though, nothing seemed as hard. He made everything easier somehow. The confidence he eluded soaked into me and made me more confident than I'd ever been.