Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
Elias groaned. “Yes!”
Surprisingly, they’d actually not gotten around to actually fucking yet.
There’d been a lot of use of hands, tongues, fingers, and mouths.
But they’d yet to properly fuck. Perhaps it was because they’d yet to make it to a bed.
Except that one day in that cabin. But unfortunately, they’d not had any oil.
They’d torn the cabin apart looking for some but still found none. It seemed Senta hadn’t thought about that when setting up the cabin. So Elias now carried oil around with him at all times. Just in case.
Gerard stopped stroking Elias. Elias made a noise of protest.
But then Gerard reached around and gripped Elias’s arse and squeezed. His fingers slid down the crease between Elias’s arse cheeks. His finger teased Elias’s hole.
Elias pressed back against the finger. The tip rubbed his rim.
Then Gerard pulled his hand back. He shoved it between them, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a vial of oil.
Elias laughed. Apparently the two thought alike.
Then Gerard was undoing his trousers and pulling out his thick, long cock. Elias hummed in appreciation as Gerard slicked his impressive length. Gerard reached around behind Elias with his slippery fingers. He slid one in.
Elias cried out as the thick digit pushed deep. “More!”
A second finger joined the first. They slid in and out. Gerard scissored his fingers.
“Please. I want your cock!” Elias begged.
Gerard pressed a kiss to Elias’s throat and added another finger, stretching him wide.
“Please! Now! I need it.”
Gerard yanked his fingers free. “I knew you were a slut.” He gripped Elias’s hip in one hand. Elias lifted onto his knees, shuffling forward. Gerard guided his dick to Elias’s entrance.
“You want my cock?” Gerard asked, voice deep and sending shivers down Elias’s spine. “Then take it.”
Elias swallowed. He gripped Gerard’s shoulders. The head of Gerard’s cock pressed against his entrance. For a moment, he held in place. Then he exhaled. He pressed down. The tip pushed inside him.
Elias gasped, and Gerard groaned.
Elias bore steadily down. Gerard’s cock stretched his channel wide, almost to the point of pain. But Elias kept lowering himself, taking more and more of Gerard’s thick length.
“That’s it. Take my dick.” Gerard nuzzled Elias’s cheek. Gerard’s hand slid to his arse, to his crease, to the point where their bodies joined.
Elias breathed heavily as Gerard filled him. Finally, Gerard’s cock was buried deep inside Elias, right to the hilt. He rested his head against Gerard’s, taking deep breaths as he took a moment to adjust.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.” Gerard pressed a kiss to his cheek. “So perfect.”
Elias rocked back and forth, feeling Gerard’s length inside him. He sighed.
Gerard’s hands stroked his back. “Now how about you be a good lightning prince and ride my cock.”
Elias met his gaze. Knees pressing into the fabric of the settee, he slowly lifted. Gerard’s cock slid from his body inch by inch. He sucked in air. He kept rising until just the head remained inside his body.
Then he dropped down. They both cried out. Elias tightened his hands on Gerard’s shoulders.
He started a steady rhythm, rising and falling, fucking himself on Gerard’s dick. He undulated, gasping as Gerard’s length dragged inside him. He moved faster.
“You feel so good.” Elias squeezed his eyes shut as he rode Gerard’s prick.
Gerard groaned. His hands gripped Elias’s hips. He thrust up into Elias.
Elias cried out, rhythm faltering as Gerard fucked up inside him, again and again, jolting him. He wrapped an arm around Gerard’s neck, trying to steady himself as Gerard slammed into him.
Elias angled his hips. On the next thrust, Gerard hit that magic spot. Sparks burst inside Elias.
“Yes!” He shoved back, meeting each of Gerard’s thrusts. And each time, Gerard nailed his prostate dead-on.
His world turned fuzzy. His body tightened. Gerard grunted with each powerful thrust.
“I’m close,” Elias whispered.
Gerard released his grip on one of Elias’s hips and wrapped it around Elias’s leaking cock.
Elias flung his head back. He shouted. Cum splattered on his chest as pleasure lit up his blood. Gerard cried out, and he pulled Elias down, shoving his cock deep. He shuddered and cried out. Warm seed flooded Elias’s insides in thick pulses.
For several minutes, they held each other, breathing heavily.
The door handle rattled. Elias lifted his head. The handle turned, and the door pushed forward. But it couldn’t get past the chair Gerard had placed there.
“This room is taken!” Elias cried out. “Find your own place to fuck.” The door closed. Elias leaned his head on Gerard’s shoulder and laughed.
Gerard chuckled.
Unsteadily, the two rose and dressed.
“Um. You should probably head back to your room,” Gerard said.
Elias frowned. “Why?”
Gerard looked him up and down. The corner of his lips tugged up. “You are a bit dishevelled.”
Elias pulled out his compact mirror from his trouser pocket. He opened it. His eye and lip make-up had smudged. A quick touch-up would not fix it. He’d have to remove it all and start again.
He pulled the mirror back so he could see more of himself. His hair had started to come undone; strands fell down and stuck out. Bite marks covered his jaw and throat.
Elias tilted his head. “I think the just-fucked look suits me.” He smoothed a hand over his messy hair. “It’s a little chaotic, but”—he shrugged a shoulder—“I think I can pull it off.”
He snapped his mirror closed and tucked it into his pocket. “What do you think?” He held out his arms, presenting himself for Gerard’s inspection.
Gerard laughed and pulled Elias into his arms. “I think you look glorious.”
Elias smiled. “Then we should go rejoin the ball. I want to dance with you.”
“People will whisper. They will know that it was me who fucked you,” Gerard pointed out.
Elias tilted his head. Did Gerard think he minded? “Good. I want them to know.” Then he tugged Gerard towards the door.