CHAPTER FOURTEEN || ELI #2
He didn’t seem to realize what he had just admitted.
Maybe it should have frightened me—after all, it was an admission from his own lips that he wasn’t human.
But it didn’t scare me at all. This was the guy who had taken me to Disneyland, who picked me up every night at the end of my shift, and who often seemed to fumble through his emotions every bit as much as any other man I had ever met.
And now he was even learning how to cook—albeit awkwardly—in order to give me exactly the experience I had told him I was craving.
This wasn’t some terrifying, unknowable inhuman being. It was Nicolas.
“Then no condoms,” I replied softly, putting them back. Besides, the idea of being inside of Nicolas with no barriers…
I crossed the room back to him, then climbed in behind Nicolas. I put the bottle of lube down beside us.
“Eli, please. Stop torturing me.”
“No,” I said, grinning back at him as I gently rubbed the pad of my thumb across his entrance. “Just a little longer, I promise. I need you to be ready for me.”
He let out a soft gasp, which turned into a rough groan when I laved my tongue against it. His hands tightened into the covers.
“I take it back,” he whined. “Keep doing that.”
I deepened my ministrations, swirling my tongue against his entrance, gently spearing into it, softening him up, before returning to soft strokes.
He held perfectly still, but the sounds I was drawing from his lips were obscene and I loved it.
I loved the way his groans gave way to moans and the way that strangled curses poured from his lips.
My cock was hard and aching, begging for friction, begging to be inside of him.
I could almost feel his need, as great as my own.
“I’m going to loosen you up now,” I said, pulling off of him. “If it doesn’t feel good, or if you want to do something else, that’s okay—just tell me.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“Not quite,” I said, lubing my fingers up and gently inserting one digit into him, causing him to buck and gasp. “A fact you will soon learn about me is that I’m not always nice.”
His reply was a keening moan as I found his pleasure spot and rubbed against it with the pad of my finger.
“Two fingers,” he begged, his whole body trembling. His voice was hoarse with need. “More. Please.”
I did as he asked and inserted another finger into him, reveling in the tight slickness of him. He had no pulse, so I would have expected him to be cooler to the touch than me, but he was deliciously warm and slick beneath my touch.
“Are you ready for a third?”
He nodded vigorously, practically sobbing into the covers with need. But he still held perfectly still for me.
I slid a third finger into him and reached between his legs and stroked him.
“Don’t,” he said. “I’m so close. If you touch me, I’ll cum.”
I pulled my hand back, grinning. “You like having your ass played with that much?”
“I like you playing with my ass that much,” he corrected, his words punctuated with gasps as I rubbed the pleasure spot again. “Please,” he begged. “I’m loose enough. I need you inside of me.”
I pulled my fingers from him, causing him to let out a hissing gasp.
Then I pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock. I grabbed the bottle of lube and applied more to his hole, and then a generous amount to myself.
I lined up the crown of my cock with his hole, then pushed in slowly.
Nicolas let out a strangled sound, his hands twisting into the covers, and he nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he breathed. “You don’t need to go so slowly.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I told him, still easing myself into him. “I never want to hurt you.”
“It feels so good,” he moaned, arching his back.
I buried myself to the hilt and let out my own groan as his hot, slick tightness enveloped my cock completely.
He groaned in satisfaction. “You feel incredible. Fuck me, Eli.”
I flattened myself on top of him, so that his back was touching my stomach, and curled one arm underneath him to grip him by the shoulder and hold him steady. Then I began to thrust into him, gently at first, then more forcefully.
All the while, he let out dirty noises of pleasure: moans and gasps and sighs as I rutted into him faster and faster, chasing my own release.
I could feel my orgasm building, a tingling at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” he gasped out.
“Me too,” I breathed, right into his ear. “Is it still okay if I—”
“Please,” he cried, convulsing and letting out another shuddery groan that told me he had just orgasmed without touching himself, with just my cock buried deep inside of his ass.
That sent me over the edge, and I shot into him, my orgasm almost too intense to stand. I let out a strangled groan of my own.
Nicolas turned his head, and I understood exactly what he wanted. I kissed him, deep, wet, and filthy.
We stayed like that for a long time, with me inside of him, spent and growing softer, kissing each other like it was the only thing in the whole world that mattered.
I finally eased out of him and, with a kiss on the back of his neck, I rolled out of the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom so we could get ourselves cleaned up.
“I haven’t felt anything like that in a very long time,” Nicolas told me when I collapsed onto the bed beside him and pulled him close.
“Me either,” I admitted, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as Nicolas laid his head on my chest, directly over my heart.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, after a long time had passed.
“Are you about to ask if I’m usually more of a top or a bottom?” Nicolas lifted his head from my chest and smiled mischievously. “If you’re wondering, I tend to bottom more frequently, but I do enjoy it all.”
“Good to know,” I said, returning his smile. “But no, that’s not what I was going to ask.”
“Well, then, I do believe the time for formalities between us has passed, Doctor. Please—ask me whatever you wish.”
“Well, if you’re usually… ready… when you’re around me, why didn’t you start anything? Most guys would have.”
Nicolas hesitated—long enough that I was sure he was turning the words over in his head, measuring them carefully. At last, he said, “It needed to be your call, when we made love for the first time. I didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready for.”
“You didn’t want to seduce me?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “No, I’ve wanted to many times,” he admitted. “But I never want you to feel as though I’ve interacted with you… unfairly. I wasn’t certain I could trust my own impulses, so I chose to trust yours instead.”
I swallowed hard around the sudden lump in my throat. “And why is that?”
He kissed my chest and rested his head again, eyes sliding shut with contentment. “You know why.”
“I think I need to hear you say it.”
“Because you told me you were hurt in the past by fools and scoundrels,” he said softly. “And I had no wish to do the same.”
“You didn’t want to hurt me.”
“No,” he agreed solemnly. “I would never hurt you, Eli. And I would have waited much longer if you’d needed me to.
” Then he paused. When he spoke again, his breath was cool and soft against my skin, making me shiver.
“You should know I’ll make no assumptions—not even now.
You’ll set the pace of our sexual encounters for the foreseeable future. ”
I wasn’t surprised by any of it. But even so, hearing him say it aloud stirred something in my chest. It was tectonic—a continent of emotion slamming into place at the very core of me, redrawing my internal topography forever.
I was completely, head over heels in love with Nicolas.