16. Colt
Chapter 16
Colt
T he moment we were back inside the apartment, my hands were all over Eli. Both beer and pizza were abandoned by the door as he pushed me up against the wall, my cowboy hat toppling from my head. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was him. I could think of nothing else.
Eli's lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding. His hands roamed my body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed closer. I groaned into his mouth, tasting the lingering hint of beer on his tongue. My own hands fumbled with the buttons of his perfectly pressed shirt, desperate to feel his skin beneath my rough palms.
“Colt,” he breathed against my neck, his voice filled with desire. “Are you?—”
“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” I growled, finally managing to push his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor, forgotten, as I ran my hands over his lean, muscled torso. “Of course I’m sure.”
Eli's eyes locked with mine, a mix of lust and something deeper swirling in their depths. For a moment, I saw a flicker of the boy I'd known years ago, before Dallas had polished him into this sleek, ambitious man. But then his trademark smirk returned, and he captured my lips in another searing kiss.
I tangled my fingers in his soft brown hair, tugging gently as I deepened the kiss. Eli's hands slid down to my thighs, and with a swift motion, he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against him as he carried me towards the bedroom.
“Always gotta show off, don'tcha?” I teased breathlessly as he navigated the hallway with ease.
“You love it,” Eli shot back, nipping at my earlobe.
I couldn't deny it. The competitive streak that had once driven us to blows now only fueled the fire between us. As Eli laid me down on the bed, his body covering mine, I reveled in the feeling of his warm skin against my own. Eli's lips trailed down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. I arched into him, my hands roaming over the planes of his back, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath my fingertips. The scent of his cologne mixed with the earthy smell of leather and hay that clung to my own skin, creating an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.
“God, Colt,” Eli murmured against my collarbone, his breath hot on my skin. “You drive me crazy.”
I chuckled, the sound turning into a moan as he nipped at a sensitive spot. “Feeling's mutual, asshole.”
His eyes flashed with amusement as he lifted his head to look at me. “Still calling me that, huh? Even after all the sweet moments we’ve had?”
“Old habits die hard,” I quipped, then gasped as Eli's hand trailed lower, skimming over my abs and dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans.
“Let's see if I can't break you of some of those habits,” he purred, his fingers teasing along the upper edge of my cock. I desperately wanted him to go lower. I bucked my hips, seeking more contact, but Eli pulled back with a wicked grin. “Patience, cowboy,” he chided.
“Patience ain't exactly my strong suit,” I growled, reaching for him.
But Eli caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. His eyes blazed as he looked down at me, a mix of desire and challenge in his gaze. “Then I guess I'll have to teach you.”
A flash of something washed through my body, a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Did I like being pinned down by him? That was new. I felt like I’d just discovered something about myself that I hadn’t known before. Then again, maybe it was just Eli.
He lowered his head, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my chest, his free hand working at the button of my jeans. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact, but his grip on my wrists remained firm.
“Eli,” I groaned, my voice husky with need. “Please...”
He chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through my body. “Begging already, Colt? That's not like you.”
I wanted to argue, to maintain some semblance of my usual bravado, but all coherent thought fled as Eli's hand finally slipped inside my jeans. His fingers wrapped around my stiff cock, and I arched off the bed with a strangled moan.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hips bucking into his touch.
Eli's eyes locked with mine. “That's the idea, cowboy.”
His hand moved torturously slow, stroking me with a finesse that made my toes curl. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the embarrassingly needy sounds threatening to escape. But Eli wasn't having it.
“Let me hear you, Colt,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to know how good I'm making you feel.”
His words, combined with a particularly skilled twist of his wrist, broke my resolve. A long, low moan tore from my throat, echoing in the quiet room. Eli rewarded me with a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hand continued its maddening pace.
I tugged at his grip on my wrists, desperate to touch him, to give as good as I was getting. But Eli just tightened his hold, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Not yet,” Eli murmured against my lips. “I'm not done with you.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I'd always been the one in control, the showman, the center of attention. But here, pinned beneath Eli's lean body, I found myself surrendering to his touch, his commands. And God help me, I loved it.
Eli's lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, a needy whimper escaping my throat. His hand continued its torturous pace on my cock, bringing me to the edge only to slow down again.
“Eli, please,” I gasped, my hips bucking desperately. “I need...”
“What do you need, Colt?” Eli's voice was low. “Tell me.”
“I… I need…” I took a deep breath. “I need to ride you.”
And that, it seemed, caught Eli completely off guard. His eyes widened, his hand stilling on my cock. For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression a mix of surprise and raw desire. Then, slowly, that familiar smirk spread across his face.
“Well, well,” he drawled, releasing my wrists and sitting back on his heels. “The great Colt Dawson wants to ride something other than a bull? I'm honored. I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, my cheeks burning. “Shut up,” I growled, but there was no real heat behind it. “You gonna let me or what?”
Eli's smirk softened into something more genuine, more vulnerable. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was surprisingly tender. “You sure about this, Colt?” he murmured against my mouth. “We don't have to?—”
“I’m sure,” I growled back. “If you think the blowjob was something I don’t get to do often, then you can imagine how often I get to do this.”
“Have you done it before?” Eli asked, a concerned look in his eyes.
“I…” I took a breath. “Once. And it wasn’t great. But I’ve done things by myself, and I know I like it.” I looked up at him, our gazes locked. “I just need someone I can… trust.”
His gaze softened at my words, a mix of tenderness and desire swirling in those amber depths. He cupped my face gently, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. I knew the moment he touched me that he’d actually heard me. That he would do whatever it to make me happy.
“I'm honored, Colt,” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “We'll take it slow, okay? And if at any point you want to stop?—”
“I know, I know,” I interrupted, impatient now that I'd made my decision. “I'll tell you. Now can we get on with it?”
Eli chuckled, shaking his head. “Always so eager. Some things never change.”
I reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before producing a bottle of lube and a condom. I handed them to him and watched, my heart racing.
“Let’s get undressed first,” he said, getting up from the bed.
Hopping up beside him, I stripped the remainder of my clothes off quickly. Despite the nerves bundled in my belly, my cock was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum prodigiously. Eli stepped back, giving me a good once over.
“Damn,” he smiled. “You really are gorgeous, Colt.”
Heat flushed across my body, and I started to cover myself with my hands.
“Don’t do that,” he said, pushing my hand away. “Be proud of how beautiful you are.”
“It’s just… you’re looking at me,” I replied shyly, suddenly no longer filled to the brim with that bravado I always relied on.
“Well,” he grinned. “Then look at me.”
He slowly started to undress, unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom.
I watched, transfixed, as Eli slowly revealed more of his tanned skin. My eyes traced the lean muscles of his chest and abs as he shrugged off his shirt. His fingers moved to his belt buckle, and I found myself holding my breath as he undid it, then slowly unzipped his pants.
Eli's eyes never left mine as he pushed his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. My gaze dropped, taking in the sight of him fully naked. His cock stood proud, long and thick with that silver ring going through the tip, and I felt a mix of desire and nervousness coil in my gut.
“Like what you see, cowboy?” Eli's voice was low, teasing.
I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah,” I managed to croak out. “I do.”
Eli stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek. “We'll go slow,” he promised again.
I nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as Eli gently guided me back to the bed. But instead of putting me down on my back, he crawled in first. Pulling me down, he had me straddle his hips, his thick cock already pulsing against my ass. My own throbbed in return. God, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“You said you wanted to ride. And I’d rather you have control if this is only your second time.”
I nodded, grateful for his understanding. Eli's hands ran soothingly up and down my thighs as I settled over him, his amber eyes filled with patience. I leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, trying to convey my gratitude and trust without words.
As we kissed, I felt Eli's hand fumbling with the bottle of lube. The snap of the cap opening sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I broke the kiss, sitting up slightly to give him better access.
“Ready?” Eli asked softly, his slicked fingers tracing gentle circles around my entrance.
I took a deep breath and nodded, shudders of delight running through my body. “Yeah, I'm ready.”
Slowly, carefully, Eli pressed one finger inside me. I tensed at first, the sensation foreign and a little uncomfortable. I tried to recall all those times at home that I’d used my one small toy on myself. I just had to relax. Eli's other hand stroked my hip soothingly.
“Breathe, Colt,” Eli murmured, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Just relax.”
I nodded, focusing on my breathing as I willed my body to loosen up. Gradually, the tension eased, and Eli's finger slid deeper. He worked it in and out slowly, giving me time to adjust.
“That's it,” he encouraged softly. “You're doing great.”
As the discomfort faded, pleasure began to build. I found myself rocking back against Eli's hand, wanting more. He seemed to sense my need, adding a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned slightly, but in a way that made heat pool in my belly.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back as Eli's fingers brushed against something inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine. “Oh God,” I gasped as Eli's fingers brushed that spot again. My thighs trembled, cock twitching against my stomach.
“Feel good?” he murmured, crooking his fingers just so.
I could only nod, words escaping me as waves of pleasure washed over my body. Eli worked me open slowly, adding a third finger when I was ready. The burn of the stretch mingled with the sparks of pleasure, creating a heady mix that had me rocking desperately against his hand.
“Eli,” I panted, my voice rough with need. “I'm ready. Please...”
He nodded, withdrawing his fingers carefully. I whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty. Eli reached for the condom, but I batted his hand away.
“Let me,” I said.
With trembling fingers, I tore open the condom wrapper and carefully rolled it onto Eli's impressive length. His breath hitched as I gave him a few slow strokes, spreading the lube evenly.
“Ready when you are, cowboy,” Eli murmured, his hands settling on my hips.
I nodded, positioning myself over him. Taking a deep breath, I slowly began to sink down onto his cock. The stretch was intense, more than I'd expected. I gasped, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding myself up.
“Easy,” Eli soothed, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hipbones. “Take your time. We're not in a rush.”
I nodded, pausing to adjust. Eli's eyes never left mine, filled with a mix of desire and concern. Slowly, I lowered myself further, feeling every inch of him stretch me open. The burn was intense, but not unpleasant. I focused on my breathing, willing my body to relax.
“You're doing so well, Colt,” Eli murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “God, you feel amazing.”
His words sent a thrill through me. I'd always been the one in control, but here, vulnerable and exposed, I felt a different kind of power. The power to drive this polished, composed man wild with desire.
Finally, I was fully seated, Eli buried to the hilt inside me. We both groaned at the sensation. I stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, and the feel of his heavy piercing pressing against my prostate. It was fucking incredible.
Eli's hands caressed my thighs, his touch soothing and electric all at once. “You okay?” he asked, his voice tight and restrained.
I nodded, unable to form words. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Slowly, I began to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down. The drag of Eli's cock inside me sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as I found a rhythm. “Eli...”
His hands tightened on my hips, guiding my movements. “That's it, Colt,” he growled. “Ride me.”
The words sent a thrill through me. I picked up the pace, bouncing on Eli's cock with growing confidence. Each downward thrust sent jolts of pleasure through my body, his piercing hitting my prostate in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I braced my hands on Eli's chest, fingers digging into his muscles as I rode him harder.
“Fuck, Colt,” Eli groaned, his hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. “You feel so good.”
His words spurred me on. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as I ground down onto him. Eli's hands roamed my back, tracing the lines of muscle, before sliding down to grip my ass. He squeezed, spreading me wider, and I moaned into his mouth at the increased sensation.
“That's it, cowboy,” Eli panted against my lips. “Show me how well you can ride.”
Challenge accepted. I sat up straight once more, planting my hands on Eli's chest for leverage. With a determined glint in my eye, I began to ride him in earnest. I rolled my hips, lifting myself almost completely off his cock before slamming back down. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our gasps and moans.
Eli's eyes were dark with lust as he watched me move above him. “Fuck, Colt,” he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “You're a natural at this.”
His words sent a thrill through me. I'd always prided myself on being the best at everything I did, and apparently, that extended to the bedroom too. I smirked down at him, rolling my hips in a way that made us both gasp over and over again.
“Told you I was good at riding,” I panted, my voice rough with pleasure.
Eli's answering laugh turned into a moan as I clenched around him. His hands gripped my hips tighter, guiding my movements as I rode him harder. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. Pleasure built in my core, coiling tighter and tighter.
“Eli,” I gasped, my rhythm faltering as I got close. “I'm gonna...”
“That's it, Colt,” Eli growled, thrusting up into me. “Cum for me, cowboy!”
His words pushed me over the edge. With a loud cry, I came untouched, my cock pulsing as ropes of cum painted Eli's chest and abs. My body clenched around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I continued to ride through my orgasm.
Eli groaned, his hips bucking up erratically as my tightening muscles pushed him to his own climax. “Fuck, Colt!” he shouted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he came deep inside me.
We stayed like that for a moment, both panting heavily, my thighs trembling from exertion. Slowly, carefully, I lifted myself off Eli's softening cock, wincing slightly at the emptiness I felt. I collapsed beside him on the bed, our sweaty bodies pressed together. To my surprise, my ribs didn’t seem to hurt at all.
Eli turned his head to look at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well,” he said between breaths. “Not bad. But I’m not sure you made it to the full eight seconds.”
I grinned back at him. “Guess we’ll have to do it again just to make sure.”
His eyes lit up at that and I knew I was in for a rough night.