Chapter 66 #2
As much as I want to give him what he needs, I have to make sure he feels safe the entire time. That he knows he can give as much or as little as he wants because, to me, every little bit means everything.
“Give me your hand, Sweetheart,” I rasp into his mouth, desperately trying to keep my voice level as I pop the lube open and pull away to take his hand in the palm of mine.
Squirting a generous amount into his palm, I guide it down between us. I steal another kiss and wrap our hands around our shafts. Slowly working our dicks together in easy strokes that mimic the leisurely tangle of our tongues and roll of our lips.
“Fuck,” I groan with a nip to his lip when he thrusts into our joint grip, the lubed length of his cock sliding along mine. “…feels so good.”
“Yes,” he grunts in reply as I stroke my hand up to the top of our cocks and cup the bulbous tips together. Squeezing and rounding, harder and faster as his teeth sink deeper into my lip. “Jayden…”
And as his body tightens with the urgency of his need, I move my slick hand to the muscular swell of his ass. Kneading the hard flesh with the same fierce grip with which he’s fucking our cocks. I drizzle a long string of lube to the top of his crease.
My pulse is coursing hot and fast through my bloodstream. My stomach is continuously flipping, and my chest is struggling to hold itself together when Eli presses his forehead to mine.
Hooded eyes hold mine as I run my thumb between the globes of his ass. Spreading the lube all the way down to his taint without touching his hole.
I want to ease him into the sensation. We only get this first time once, and I’m going to make damn sure it’s as fucking incredible for him as he made it for me.
I dribble another generous glob onto my fingertips at the bottom of his crease and stroke upward, scissoring my fingers to spread him.
Eli’s breaths come hard and fast as he holds still over me. His hand chokes our shafts, clenching harder every time I swipe the cleft of his ass, closer and closer to his hole.
“JJ…” he sputters when I press my fingers along his crack and brush his asshole.
His entire body trembles. Dark blonde lashes flutter wildly with the tremors of his quick breaths when I apply pressure. Rubbing his puckered skin with the tip of my middle finger while I slowly inch past the tight muscle.
“Fuck, JJ…” Eli grips my neck with one hand as the other chokes our cocks together.
“Breathe for me. All the way in, Babe,” I coax, holding still when I breach his hole to the first knuckle.
He’s so hot. So fucking tight. Absolutely goddamn perfect as he sucks in a lungful of air through his clenched teeth. His whole body opens up for me.
Watery eyes. Gaping mouth. Heaving chest.
When he exhales, his muscles pull me deeper inside him. To the second knuckle, and then the third.
With a low keen, his mouth finds mine.
I gulp down every last wisp of air that quivers from him, dousing our dicks with more lube.
“That’s it, Babe, work our cocks just like that,” I say when he pumps our shafts slowly.
With each stroke, he rocks along the length of my finger—over and over—until the tension in him is arousal instead of trepidation, and gradually, I add another finger, stretching him a tad more.
“Jayden…” Eli buries his face in my neck, the angled bow of his body pushing deeper onto my fingers. “Oh, shit… Oh, shit…”
His ragged chant repeats as I stroke the back of his head and neck, kneading between his shoulder blades. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Sweetheart,” I promise.
In unhurried thrusts, I ease in and out of him, relishing the bite of his teeth on my tender flesh. When he ruts against me, our cocks rub together in jagged, wanton strokes. Simultaneously seeking out more. More friction. More of me, of him… of us.
A garbled cry soaks my skin as I press another finger into him with one more healthy squirt of lube. I toss the bottle aside and wrap an arm around his waist, holding him tight with every twist inside him.
My cock throbs between us. The friction sparks a new flame in my core. Eli grips both sides of my face and spears his tongue past my rolled lips, releasing the guttural groan swelling in my chest—an unrelenting rush of lust that clings to our sweat-slicked skin.
I can’t get enough of his taste, of the weight of his tense body rocking into me, of the way he’s giving himself to me.
There’s nothing as beautiful or as potent. Nothing as precious as his trust.
I didn’t think it was possible to fall harder. But my heart is suddenly too big for my chest. I’m overcome by the magnitude of my feelings. By the enormity of our existence.
With our mouths fused together, I ease my fingers out of his ass before maneuvering him between my thighs and myself onto my knees. We’re eye-to-eye when I pull away. Stroking my hand down his handsome face while my thumb traces the straight line of his nose.
“I love you” are the only words I can form.
“I love you,” Eli echoes back in a tremulous whisper.
And my greedy heart eats up every syllable like it’s not already too big for my body. For me.
Leaning in once more, he brushes his lips lightly over mine, keeping his deep gaze locked on mine, and asks, “How do you want me, Baby?”
My pulse is screaming with need and the marrow-deep thrill of owning every part of him while I drag my lips to his ear and say, “In every way.”
Not just his body. I want every part of Eli, every way I can have him. Physically, emotionally, and fuck, even spiritually. I want every last piece of his existence to meld with mine.
Without pause, I smooth my hands up his sides—from hips to waist—while my mouth inches down his neck, lapping the briny beads along his collarbone to his nape as I move around him.
His heart hammers through his back into my chest, faster with every caress of my hands and every openmouthed kiss I place along his shoulders.
His ass grinds back into my groin when I palm the underside of his cock along the lower ridge of his stomach. With a languid thrust, I push through the cleft of his ass and slather more lube on us.
Eli’s back crushes to my chest. His erection throbs in one of my hands while the other grips my shaft. I mold two slick fingertips over my tip and circle his hole, easing inside again and scissoring him open.
“Push back, Sweetheart,” I tell him when the head of my cock presses to his entrance. “Take what you need, Eli.”
With his head on my shoulder, he cants his wet stare to mine. My hand runs up his torso to hold his face to mine when he tentatively rocks back into me. I want to hold him in every way I can. To give him everything he needs, even what he can’t verbally ask for.
A tear coasts down his face as my blunt tip nudges against him, and I push my fingers all the way to the last knuckle, stretching him one last time for me.
“Breathe, Sweetheart,” is all I can say, swiping his tear with my thumb as he follows my instruction, and his shaky exhale eases me inside him. “I got you.”
We both hold still. I let his body sink over me at its own pace. I’m trying so hard to keep it together—to ignore the ache pulsing from my balls to the pit of my stomach, curling my toes as his tight body swallows me inch by inch.
“JJ…” Eli cries, brows pulling with his plea. “Kiss me. Please, just fucking kiss me.”
Instantly, I crush my mouth to his. The movement urges us deeper as I tilt his face and devour every cry, every sob, every agonizing groan and whimper. I drink them down while pouring all my love into him.
I don’t stop. Not for a single second. Not even to catch my breath when I bottom out inside him and all the air whooshes from my lungs into his chest.
Fucking Christ.
He’s so damn tight I can feel the clench of his ass all the way through me. Like an all-body chokehold that makes it impossible to remain still when his groin flexes.
Chasing the heat of his body is an instinct I can’t control. It’s as natural as the burn in my lungs, forcing me to come up for air when Eli collapses into my chest. His head is on my shoulder as I move in and out of him in gentle strokes, and his garbled curses litter the air.
“So good…” I murmur in between kisses to his shoulder. “So, so, fucking perfect.”
Eli’s hands grip my glutes. Short nails clawing into me with every leisurely thrust of my cock.
“Jayden…” he calls out my name like a desperate prayer, and I reply with one long stroke that slaps my groin to his ass. “Fuck. Fuck, Baby… fuck!”
“I love you.”
There are a million words spinning around my head with the drive of my body into his. Yet those three are the only ones my brain can compute and my mouth can vocalize.
They’re the only ones that matter.
“I love you, Babe…” So I keep saying them, on repeat like a promise, my own prayer devoted to the only man I worship with every cell of my being. “I love you, Sweetheart… Eli… I love you…”
“JJ…” he chokes as I wrap my arm around his chest, and my hand brackets his throat, holding him firmly to me while my other hand pumps his cock in fast, even strokes, matching the tempo of my dick bottoming out inside him on repeat. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
His fingers dig deeper into my thighs. As if he’s as desperate to bury himself under my skin as I am in him.
Every time I stroke along that place inside him, his body tenses. Muscles twisting with a maddening clench that sizzles straight to my balls.
My pulse pounds harder, faster, igniting that sweet hum that numbs the world.
It’s just me and Eli and this eternal need to be a part of him. To etch myself as deep into his DNA as he’s etched himself into mine.
We’re so close. My entire being burns as I drive faster into him, and he ruts into my fist.
The ragged sounds of our breaths punctuating the slap of our bodies. Sweat-soaked flesh on flesh. Slipping and gliding with every thrust.
“That’s it, Sweetheart, come for me,” I growl into his shoulder when his body jerks wildly over mine, sucking me deeper as he cries out and hot cum streaks his stomach, coating my hand while I keep working him in tandem with my jagged drives.
“Jayden. God, Baby… JJ…”
“Fuck yes, Babe, you call out my name. Tell the world who you belong to…”
“Jayden…”
“Tell the world whose cock owns your tight ass…”
“Fuck, Baby,” Eli cries, biting my earlobe. I tilt my gaze to his, and he rasps, “You do. You own me.”
His words tip me over the edge with a grunt that he swallows whole when his mouth takes mine. Sucking all the air from my lungs as I come undone for him.
Spurt after spurt of my hot cum filling him to the brim as I hold myself as far inside him as possible. So fucking deep it hurts with the sudden swell of my cock.
I’m trembling from head to toe as Eli sags into me. The weight of his body keeping me inside him while I hold him, and he holds me with his arms coiled around mine at his torso.
“I’m not letting you go, Jayden,” is what he tells me when he pauses our kiss. His lips are still touching mine. “I can’t. I can’t be without you… Without Fin… I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Sweetheart,” I whisper, tracing the trajectory of his tears with my gaze, “you will never be without our girl.”
As badly as I wish I could promise the same about me, I can’t. Not without lying to him. Besides, we knew that being away from each other was always in the cards. Eli is twenty-four; he has more than a decade left in the sport. The Comets are only the second team in his career…
We knew that sooner or later, this was coming.
Still, when he tells me, “I’m not going to be without you,” I allow myself to believe him.
Give myself the freedom to hope. Even though, deep down, I know it’s going to kill me.