Ava

I stared at Elias as he sat across the room. My legs were folded, and I pressed them tightly to stop the throb between my legs. He was on the phone, and something about his posture turned me on.

"Si, mamá." He said into the phone, smiling. "Ella dijo que sí."

Him speaking Spanish turned me on more. He nodded to whatever his mother said on the other side, not noticing the lustful look I was throwing at him. Only when I shifted on the couch did his gaze snap to me. I stared at him, then the tent in his pants, which seemed to grow when my eyes fell upon it. I looked back to his eyes again.

He raised an eyebrow, spreading his legs apart slowly, still on the phone. He gestured towards his pants, then signalled me to come over with the simplest of nods.

My mouth parted, and the dampness in my panties increased ten folds. The move was very simple, yet so sexy. I got up, took small steps towards him. His mouth turned up into a small smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes. He looked up at me when I stood in front of him, smirking wider when I dropped down on my knees.

"Tengo un partido mañana." He said, still looking at me. Stroking my cheekbone in a fiercely protective manner, he continued on the phone.

I didn't pay much attention to it, I couldn't understand what they were talking about. He lifted his hips up for me to get rid of his pants along with the boxers, pushing them down to his ankles. Wrapping my fingers around his erection, I looked up to see his expression. His eyes were on me, so dark I could see my reflection in them. But his face was calm and composed, and he spoke to his mother as if everything was alright.

I replaced my fingers with my mouth suddenly, trying to break his calm. But he didn't seem fazed. I wouldn't have even thought he felt anything if not for his hand that plunged into my hair, his hand tightening on the phone.

"Cual aeropuerto?" 

I used my hand on the base of his shaft, the part where my mouth couldn't reach. Massaging his balls, I twirled my tongue on his tip, feeling him harden. He guided my head on his cock, fisting his hand in my hair and grabbing them. I grazed my teeth against his length teasingly.

"Estás aquí?" My hair was pulled back harshly, making me groan softly when I couldn't reach his cock. He gave me a stern expression, telling me he didn't appreciate the move I'd just made. Elias didn't like teeth, and I'd done that with the exact purpose to rile him up. I grinned, and he pulled my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, pushing my head on his cock again.

I opened my mouth, resuming my previous position. But he pushed my head further down till I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and kept my head in place. I gagged, struggling against his grip, but he didn't budge. Settling my palms on his thighs, I wondered how he could still be so calm. I knew Elias had wonderful control, but this just seemed almost alien.

"Mamá, te devuelvo la llamada." He said into the phone. His grip in my hair tightened and I knew he was close. He flung the phone away. "Ava, look at me."

I fluttered my eyes to him. His gaze darkened. "Relax your jaw, don't tense your mouth."

He threw his head back and released a soft, throaty groan before I felt his cock jerk, spilling hot cum inside my mouth. I kept my eyes trained on his face even though he wasn't looking at me. I'd sucked him off hundreds of times, but never had he looked so fucking sexy while climaxing. He kept my mouth around his dick until he made sure I swallowed, then let go.

"Strip." He ordered. "Slowly."

I got up, biting down on my bottom lip. His jaw clenched when I unbuttoned my shirt, gripping the couch tightly. He discarded his pants, throwing them away. I giggled as I stepped out of my shorts, tugging my underwear down.

"No." He got up. "That's enough."

I raised an eyebrow when he grabbed my jaw and kissed my lips. His palms reached inside my panties to cup my ass, hoisting me up. I locked my legs around his waist as he walked us into the bedroom. Elias let me down, turning me around. He pushed my hair to the other side, resting his head on my shoulder, fluttering his lips on my skin. His hand reached between my legs and he shifted my panties away to expose my folds to him.

He inserted one finger, then two, using his thumb to rub my clit, all the while biting down on my neck. His tongue soothed the sting just when he plunged them deeper and increased his pace. His other hand grabbed my breast, moving away the straps of my bra, to keep my balance. At a point his fingers inside me created a friction that had me by the grip. I climaxed with a scream, throwing my head back on his shoulder.

He took my earlobe in his mouth, giving it a tug. The shrill sound of a phone interrupted us, making him curse under his breath. I was breathless and he looked ready to kill someone. He ignored it the first time, but when it rung again he sighed in my neck, let me go to grab his phone.

"Que?" He growled into the phone. His expression turned from one of fury to confusion in a second. He blinked his eyes, furrowing his perfectly arched brows, and if I hadn't known him so well I would have mistaken him to be actually confused. 

But he wasn't. Elias looked scared. I shifted closer to him, cupping his face. His eyes met mine and for a second time froze around us and it was just him and I. I asked him with my eyes if he was okay. The phone was still pressed to his ear even after the call had ended, so I took it from his hands and put it away.

"Isa. Accident."

I drove to the hospital like a maniac. Elias could have driven faster, but he wasn't in a condition to drive. The previous sexual tension had been completely forgotten. He flung open the door to my car when we reached the hospital. His eyes were wild and he looked murderous. But I knew deep down he was terrified. Even though Jett had told us Isabella was pretty much safe, he was still terrified. He wouldn't be okay unless he saw her for himself. So when he paused and looked back at me, I shook my head. "Go."

He didn't wait for a reply and turned back around. I saw him disappear down the corridors. I drove to the nearest parking spot I could find, hastily getting out and running towards where he'd disappeared. I found him standing at the counter, pulling his hair. The lady at the reception typed something on her computer, then said, "Room 402."

His eyes met mine and I saw him inhale harshly. I walked to his side, holding his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. He took a deep breath and tightened his hand around mine, walking to the elevator. The ride was silent, and by the time we reached the fourth floor, Elias looked more violent than scared. He flung open the doors to the room, his eyes doing a survey.

Isabella looked up in surprise, her face breaking up into a smile when she saw him. She was seated on a bed, a bandage wrapped around her forearm. Jett was sitting beside her and that's when I saw an unknown face sitting on another bed in the same room. He looked perfectly alright, and by the way my brother threw a look full of hate at him, I knew who he was.

And so did Elias who charged at him with a motive to hurt. "Hijo de puta. Te mataré."

Jett flung up from the bed and collided into his form before he could reach the guy who looked ready to piss himself. His eyes were burning and he would have punched the guy if Jett hadn't stopped him. "Eli, she's okay. Nothing happened. She's okay."

"Motherfucker." He growled out. "You-"

"Eli," Isabella called out. "Relax, I'm alright. It's just a sprain. No need to go all overprotective brother on him."

Elias snapped his gaze to hers, down to her arm specifically. He gritted his teeth, letting go of Jett and walking to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling him towards her. "You're forbidden to do that to me ever again." Then he threw Jett a glare. "You call a fucking sprain an accident? I thought she crashed or something."

"Well, you see, I did technically crash." Isabella smiled sheepishly, her gaze stopping on me. She looked between the two of us, and her eyes enlarged comically. I bit back a smile, widening my eyes, warning her to not speak anything. 

The other guy left after profusely apologising. And that is when my dear brother opened his mouth. "You two were together?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Elias looked at me, his eyes asking me a silent question. When he saw the hesitancy in mine, he nodded to himself, hiding the flash of hurt in his eyes. "Yeah, we were at the gym. When did you land?"

He was good at changing the topic. Jett suddenly seemed to have forgotten about us, and he went on to tell us about his trip. I couldn't hear much. Because I was still looking at Elias, at his smile. I wanted to kiss him. But I couldn't. I didn't like this situation. I knew I had to change it.

"Uh, Jett?" I said, unsure. "Um, I-I have to talk-"

"We." Elias cut me off. When his eyes met mine, they were flooding with happiness. "We have to talk to you about something."

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What do you think is going to be Jett's reaction?