11. Colt
Chapter 11
Colt
E li's fingers deftly unbuttoned my jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. His eyes never left mine as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, silently asking permission once more. I lifted my hips in response, allowing him to tug them down.
As the cool air hit my exposed skin, I felt a moment of vulnerability. But the way Eli looked at me - like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen - chased away any insecurity. His hands ran up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as my cock throbbed inches away from his face.
“God, Colt,” he breathed, his eyes scanning my dick hungrily. “You're kinda hung for a short dude.”
I laughed at that, tightening my grip in his hair. “Think you can handle it?” I teased.
“You have no idea what I can handle, cowboy,” he growled in return.
Before I could say anything, his hand was wrapped around the base of my shaft, pulling me toward his lips. I suddenly realized how quick things were moving, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him, especially not when the wet heat of his mouth enveloped the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, grinding my hips upward.
Eli's tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped the sheets tightly, trying to ground myself as he took me deeper into his mouth. The wet heat was intoxicating, and I had to fight the urge to thrust up into him.
“Eli,” I gasped, my voice ragged. “That feels... God...”
He hummed in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me. His hand worked in tandem with his mouth, stroking what he couldn't take in. I watched, mesmerized, as his head bobbed up and down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. The man was an expert, and it had been far too long since I’d gotten off.
My hips began to move of their own accord, small thrusts that Eli matched with his rhythm. He looked up at me through his lashes, those beautiful eyes unmoving as he took every inch of me. The sight was enough to bring me to the edge.
“If you keep doing that,” I said, watching him work his magic. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
His eyes narrowed and he picked up the pace. Eli's response was clear - he wanted me to finish. His pace quickened, his tongue swirling and teasing as he took me deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth on my cock filled the room, mingling with my increasingly desperate moans.
My fingers tightened in his hair as the pressure built. “Eli, I'm gonna... I'm close...” I managed to gasp out, giving him one last chance to pull away.
But Eli didn't stop. If anything, he redoubled his efforts, his hand and mouth working in perfect sync. The sight of him, so focused and eager, was what finally pushed me over the edge.
With a strangled cry, I came hard, my body arching off the bed. Eli took it all, swallowing around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. He kept going, working me through every aftershock until I was a puddle of bliss sinking into the mattress. Only then did he finally pull away, licking his lips.
“Fuck,” he smiled. “That was hot.”
“H-Holy shit…” was all I could say. “Goddamn…”
“I take it you liked it,” he grinned, crossing his arms. “I’ve heard I’m pretty good at that.”
“Jesus Christ…”
Eli pushed himself off the bed and stretched. My eyes went to his exposed midriff as his shirt rode up. Then they quickly settled on the impressive bulge in his jeans and the wet spot forming at the tip of his cock.
“What about you?” I said, grabbing his hand.
“You don’t have to worry about that. You’re still recovering.”
But I didn’t let go. “No,” I said. “I… I want to return the favor.”
“You sure?”
I nodded. “Positive.”
Before he could stop me, I slid off the bed with a wince, getting on my knees in front of him. Settling back onto my heels, I reached up under his shirt, running my hands down the lithe muscles of his torso. He was soft and smooth, unlike the guys I’d fooled around with in the past. He wasn’t some beat-up cowboy keeping a secret. This was Eli, and he’d always been polished in every sense of the word.
I fumbled with Eli's belt, my hands shaking slightly as I unbuckled it. The metallic clink seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room. Eli's breath hitched as I slowly unzipped his jeans, revealing the outline of his erection straining against his boxer briefs.
“Colt,” Eli said softly. “You don't have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, looking up at him. Our eyes met, and I saw the mix of lust and vulnerability in his gaze. “Let me do this for you.”
Eli nodded, his fingers threading gently through my hair. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. It wasn't that I'd never done this before, but it had always been quick, furtive encounters in dark corners of bars or empty locker rooms.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of Eli's boxer briefs, slowly pulling them down. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed. I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. It had been a while since I'd done this, and never with someone I actually knew. However, all that was pushed from my mind the moment I caught a glint of metal.
“Oh my fucking god…” I whispered, staring at the thick metal ring hanging from Eli’s cock. I glanced up at him. “You’re pierced?!”
He grinned like a cheshire cat. “Yep.”
“When?”
“Sophomore year of college. Got drunk with some friends and got piercings. I was the only one that went through with it.” He reached down, gripping his cock and milking a thick bead of pre-cum to the tip. “I thought about gauging it out, but I like the ring a little smaller like this. It’s cute.”
“It’s fucking hot,” I replied, staring at that thick drop of pre-cum glistening at his tip.
“Well?” he asked, threading his fingers through my hair once more. “You gonna suck it or not?”
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. The sight of Eli's pierced cock, hard and leaking for me, was more arousing than I'd ever imagined. Without further hesitation, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.
Eli's sharp intake of breath spurred me on. I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum. The metal ring was warm against my lips as I took him into my mouth, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation.
“Fuck, Colt,” Eli groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I flattened my tongue, sucking him deeper. The weight of his cock in my mouth, the stretch of my lips around his girth - it was intoxicating. I bobbed my head, finding a rhythm as I took him deeper with each pass. The metal ring added an extra sensation, sliding along my tongue and lips as I moved.
Eli's hips began to rock gently, matching my pace. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing his head thrown back in pleasure, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The sight sent a thrill through me - I was doing this to him, making him feel this good.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I pulled back, my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deep again. Eli's grip in my hair tightened, guiding me as I worked him.
“God, Colt,” he groaned. “Your mouth... fuck...”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I redoubled my efforts, one hand coming up to stroke what I couldn't fit in my mouth. My other hand moved to cup his balls, gently rolling them as I sucked. Eli's hips jerked forward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly but didn't pull away, determined to take all of him.
“Sorry,” Eli gasped, trying to pull back. But I gripped his hips, holding him in place as I swallowed around him. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back.
I could feel him trembling under my hands, his thighs tense with the effort of holding back. I pulled off slowly, my tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock.
“It's okay,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You can let go. I want you to.”
Eli looked down at me. “Are you sure?”
In response, I took him back into my mouth, sucking hard as I bobbed my head. Eli groaned, his hips starting to thrust more insistently. I relaxed my throat, letting him fuck my mouth as I focused on breathing through my nose.
“Colt... fuck... I'm close,” Eli panted, his fingers tightening in my hair.
I hummed encouragingly, the vibrations making him moan louder. His thrusts became erratic, his cock swelling on my tongue. With a strangled cry, Eli came, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed reflexively, taking everything he gave me.
As his orgasm subsided, I softened my movements, licking him clean. Eli's legs trembled, and he leaned heavily against the desk behind him. I finally pulled off, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Eli looked down at me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His eyes were wide with awe and something else I couldn't quite place. Slowly, he reached down and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently across my swollen lips.
“That was...” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Colt, I had no idea you could do that.”
I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “Neither did I, really,” I admitted, my voice rough. “It's been a while.”
Eli helped me to my feet, steadying me as I winced at the twinge in my ribs. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my back.
I nodded against Eli's chest, still catching my breath. The reality of what we'd just done was starting to sink in, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. Not when Eli's arms felt so right around me.
“Better than okay,” I murmured, tilting my head up to look at him.
Eli's eyes were soft as they met mine, a small smile playing on his lips. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. The tenderness of the gesture made my heart ache in a way I wasn't prepared for.
“We should probably talk about this,” Eli said softly, his fingers trailing along my spine.
I tensed slightly, fear creeping in. “Do we have to?”
Eli chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Eventually, yeah. But not right now if you don't want to.”
“Maybe… tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow then.”
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of one another’s presence. Cuddling after sex wasn’t something that ever happened for me, but I was surprised how soothing it could be. And how confusing. There were so many emotions swirling around inside of me that I couldn’t process. And eventually it became too much.
“We… We should probably go to bed,” I offered, pulling away from him at last. I immediately regretted the loss of his contact.
“Yeah. Alright,” he nodded. He leaned down once more, kissing me softly.
“You should probably sleep on the couch. I… I don’t…”
“You don’t want anyone to find out,” he finished for me. There was no anger in his voice, but maybe a touch of sadness. “I understand.”
He made for the door.
“Eli?” I called as he pulled it open.
He turned back. “Yeah?”
“Uh…” I paused, trying to figure out how to put how I felt into words. “G-Goodnight, I guess.”
He smiled softly. “Goodnight cowboy.”