Page 29 of Not So Casual
“It did offend me. Who the hell puts pineapple on pizza?”
“Me.” Picking up his pizza, he takes another bite, shrugging.
“I know. And now I’m questioning your sanity.” I widen my eyes, trying to get my point across.
“Oh, come on. You’re telling me there’s not something you like to eat that other people consider weird?”
“No, I’m perfect,” I lie.
“Liar.”
“Fine.” Taking a sip of my soda, I set the cup down before mumbling, “chips in my ice cream.”
Elias sets his pizza down before leaning back against the booth and staring at me wide-eyed.
“Wait. Did you just say chips in your ice cream? Like potato chips? In your ice cream? The dessert?” I nod my head, and Elias hits the table with his hand, laughing so loud, people around the restaurant start to look our way. “That’s disgusting. You rag on my pineapples, but you’re putting potato chips in your ice cream.”
“It's the salty and sweet combination. It’s so good.”
“The same salty and sweet combination like my sweet pineapples on my salty pizza?”
“Oh, uh, hmm… whatever.” I huff, picking a piece of my sausage off my pizza and tossing it at him. It misses his head, and he glares at me. I love watching him get riled up. “You ready to get out of here?”
“If I say no, will you start a food fight?”
“I’m not an animal, Elias.”
“Coulda fooled me.” His eyes cut to the sausage on the floor, causing both of us to laugh again. Fuck, I’m always laughing around him. I don’t know what it is about him that causes me to lower my guard, but I never feel like I have to put on a show for him. I can act immature and goof off and know he’s not taking me seriously, letting me have fun with him.
Stacking up all our dishes and placing them on the side of the table, I stand up, reaching my hand out to him.
“Ready to head home?”
“So ready.”
Elias
My back hits the door with a thud, and Alexander crowds in front of me, sucking in all my air. His hand trails down my face before he brings his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that I feel to the tips of my toes. Moaning, I open my mouth, allowing him to take control. His tongue massages mine, and I grip his shirt tighter, trying to bring his body closer to mine.
Kissing Alexander is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He kisses with so much emotion, so much passion, pouring himself into it. How his grasp on me tightens. The way he tilts my head the way he wants before he dives back in ruthlessly. My body is his to play with.
His lips trail down my neck, nibbling against my skin, and I lean my head to the side, giving him more access. My sweater is off and over my head in the blink of an eye, and his lips are now making their way across my chest. Arching my body, I hiss when he bites on my nipple then licks it with the flat of his tongue.
“Get to my bedroom. Now.” His deep voice causes shivers to flood through my body, and I whimper, pushing down on my aching cock.
I hastily walk toward his room and undress as fast as possible, tossing my clothes to the side as soon as I reach his room. I purposely leave the jock on and jump onto his bed. Turning around, I lay back, my eyes gazing at him while he crosses the threshold, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Holy shit, Elias. Turn around. Lift that gorgeous ass in the air.”
Doing as he says, I get on my hands and knees, my ass in the air on display for him.
“Fuck baby. Did you wear this for me?” he asks as his fingers reach under the strap of the jock and toys with it.
“All for you,” I mewl, jiggling my ass in his face.
“This is one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what I love more. The jock or the lace panties.”
Slowly, he pulls the jock down and places a soft kiss on my lower back. Lifting my legs, I help him take them off, before flopping over on my back, my cock bouncing in the air.