Eli's Pov
I ignored him and that stupid tattoo on his wrist, even though all I wanted to do was ask all the crazy questions plaquing my mind in this moment. He had a stupid grin on his handsome face that made me want to open the door and jump onto the highway like a mad man. Sadly, I did not have the courage nor the craziness to execute it so I hoped this ride would end as quickly as possible so I could go back to my less chaotic life. A place where Trevon Lockheart did not exist.
Undeniably though, as much as I would have loved to forget those two letters, I simply couldn't. EJ. Of all the things he could have chosen to tattoo, why those? I could almost bet that they definitely meant something important to him. Perhaps, something personal? Strangely, the sight of the E on his wrist reminded me of someone all too familiar. Elena. A fact that rattled me because I could very much decipher from tonight's interactions that they knew each other, a little too well for comfort too.
I turned to look at him and found him staring at me like a puzzle, almost like he was trying to decipher my thoughts.
"So... did you finally figure it out?" he asked.
I laughed humorlessly in response.
"Yes, it is pretty easy to guess, Mr. Lockheart. Is it E for Elena?"
He tried to hold in a laugh and then looked me straight in the eye before whispering
" The E isn't for Elena. The J is not a secret. Actually, EJ is a promise that I made a long time ago, to my favorite toy".
"Favorite toy?", I huffed "get off your high horse Tray"
"there's something else in my pants you could get high on Eli", he said casually.
"Except I am not particularly interested in whatever lies in your pants Trevon. You're playing a game with me and Elena, and it feels like you're the only one who knows the rules. Somehow when you're done having your fun, I'll end up being the collateral damage".
"Collateral damage?", he asked in a way that made me think he genuinely cared about me.
"You and Elena have a clear history and even though I want to tell you to stay far away from her, I want to continue trusting her. I want to believe Elena will not fall for your trap"
Trevon huffed
"You really are an idiot Eli> You're jealous of me and Elena and the whole time she was the one with her tentacles encircling me. If that is not enough, she was also eyeing Siri. Did you even know they were engaged 2 years ago? She started dating you right around the time they broke up"
" You're a liar, why should I believe you?"
"You don't have to baby. But I just need one answer. When did you start dating Elena? Was it in March?
Slowly, I nodded. "Exactly because they broke up in January. you can ask Siri or dig up blogs from 2 years ago. you'll probably find something if you search for Serial Lockheart's engagement or something"
I choked back on a tear as the possibility of being a rebound solidified in my head. It stung, the pain making the car feel stuffy. Somehow, I realized that we'd been moving all this time. Almost like I had been trapped in a time loop previously.
"So, you've been stalking Elena all along? For what? a chance to get with her after the breakup? You're truly a sick individual"
" I can show you exactly who I want, Eli!' he said right before he dipped down and kissed me. It was a hungry feverish kiss like he was making it clear with actions rather than words that I was his. And for the second time tonight, I felt invaded by this irresistible man. There was no gentleness in his claim and I responded equally, kissing him back with all the pain he had caused me tonight. The doubts he had sowed in my mind about Elena and the torture of me being a potential band-aid boyfriend.
He broke the kiss abruptly. and then before I could recover from the wild ride, I felt my zipper open. His hand grabbed my member through my briefs and I yelped. The driver stole a glance through the rearview mirror and the quickly averted his gaze before pressing a button for the privacy screen
He must be very used to this. I thought. Then I tried to push him away, but he looked up at me with a look that said,
his mouth was now on my skin, kissing and gently nibbling at the base of my stomach. He was awfully close to my privates and as much as I wanted to hate the thought, I couldn't help but be lost in the pleasure. He dragged my briefs further down and with one word, he shattered the remainder of my reservations.
"Please"
His hot mouth circled around my member, sucking like his life depended on it. It was the best feeling I'd had in recent years. A feeling I couldn't quite describe. Maybe it was the fact that I was sexually inactive or having a Lockheart care enough about my pleasure that drove me on, but I tangled my hand in his hair and slowly lifted my hips. He moaned a little and then increased the pace. In the end I was the one who was a moaning mess in the backseat of his expensive car, eyes closed in ecstasy, hoping when I finally hit my high, I wouldn't spray paint the expensive leather in the car and embarrass myself further.
In the midst of that hope, there was also a vague memory. A younger me and someone else, a boy I only vaguely in the backseat of a jeep in this similar compromising situation. He was paused from his pleasurable assault of my private parts and whispering something to me
"Joker will always be yours, Elisha Jeb"