Chapter 6 Damon #3
Ellis gets on my lap, and I frantically yank his shirt off. He glares down at me, eyes burning, as he slips his hands under my shirt. Ellis touches me everywhere he can reach and leaves scorching trails with each pass. And when he rocks against me, I let out a loud groan and buck up.
“Yes,” he hisses.
“Ellis, wait.” I hold him firmly by the arms.
He stills. Ellis’s dark gaze meets mine, and when his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, I swear my heart rattles.
God. I’ve dreamed about kissing him many times, but I don’t. He made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t do that.
“What!?” Ellis snaps. “Why did you want me to stop?”
“Are you drunk?” I murmur.
“No, just a bit buzzed.” His eyebrows furrow. “Are you drunk?”
“No. But…”
Ellis takes in a deep inhale, then says, “I’m very aware of what’s going on right now.”
“Ellis…”
I keep my hands on his arms as he sits up and says, “I’m very okay with hooking up right now if you’re cool with it.”
“It’s not going to change anything between us.”
“No. It’s not. We’re going to wake up tomorrow and you can go back to hating me, and we can pretend it never happened.”
My chest clenches. Jesus. “Is that what you think I want to hear?”
“Maybe? I’m just incredibly horny right now and I want your dick in me again. We can stop and have feelings time if you want, or you can show me you’ve still got it and the rest can come after.”
I…
Shit.
Yeah, okay. Yeah.
“Perfect answer,” I say, scrambling to undo the knots of his sweatpants. Ellis gives me a wicked grin, pawing at my shirt and pulling it up. He’s so fucking impatient, my shirt gets caught on my head when he tries to yank it off.
“Get this off,” he demands.
I grasp him tightly by the wrists. “What makes you think you’re in charge…?”
“Wha…?”
“Get off me. Now.”
Ellis gives me a look of indignation, and nobody is more shocked than I am when he actually obeys.
Ellis’s mouth parts and rage flashes through his eyes, but he listens.
He gives in. His shoulders go slack and he gets off my lap.
I watch, almost in slow motion, as he sits back and puts his hands to his sides—one after another.
His gaze bores into me. Ellis pants slowly, his breaths loud in the silence of the room.
And I get on my knees, grab his ankles, and pull him toward me. He lets out a surprised choke as his back thuds against the mattress, his shoulder knocking an empty container and sending it onto the carpet.
I blink. Slowly, I extract the things around him—the half-eaten take-away containers, his shirt, the banana bread—and put them off to the side. Ellis watches me the entire time, his mouth parted.
I want to kiss him. I want to.
“Damon,” he grits out.
I grip his jaw. “Be patient.”
He narrows his eyes at me but gives a jerky nod. I let go of his jaw, squeeze his throat so lightly I know he can barely feel it, then drift my hand down to his chest. My thumb brushes over his nipple, making him shudder, and then I hook a finger on his waistband.
“You sure about this?” I ask. “If you’d like to stop, tell me now.”
He looks wrecked, like he doesn’t even know what I’m asking, and his eyes flutter close. Ellis swallows, and the silence that follows almost makes me think he’s going to say he isn’t.
“Enough with all the rambling and fuck me,” he hisses.
My lip quirks and I tug his sweatpants and underwear down in one swift motion. He arches off the bed to help, but I don’t pull them off completely, just down to his thighs. His cock is hard and flushed, and I can’t stop staring.
“Why am I the only one undressed?” he complains. “Can’t you—”
I shut him up by leaning down, bracing my elbows on either side of his legs, and swallowing his cock to the base. His words cut off in a loud groan as he bucks up, hitting the back of my throat.
I press a hand flat against his stomach, pinning him down, and keep him there as I suck him agonizingly slow.
Ellis writhes below me, letting out a mess of words that are a mix of curses and my name.
He bends his knees, spreading his thighs wide, and I push them back with my hands as I bob up and down his length.
“Faster,” he cries. “Why are you so slow!?”
He doesn’t get an answer from me. I’m too busy tasting him. After all this time, he still tastes the same. His skin’s still smooth under my fingers. He still makes the same sounds, and his raspy demands echo in my head.
“Damon, please,” he says. His palms are pressed against his eyes and he holds his head back. “You’re killing me. If you’re not going to let me come like this, at least fuck me now.”
Good idea.
“Turn around and get on your knees,” I murmur.
“Who do you think you’re bossing around?”
I fight my smirk down. “Ellis, I know that’s how you like it. Do you think I’ve forgotten?”
Ellis sucks in a breath. I must have said the right thing because he follows my command. Back to me, he sits up to give me a look over his shoulder, and I grip the back of his neck. I push him down, pressing his face against the mattress, and all the oxygen leaves his lungs
“The hell…?” he bites out. I keep him in place, my grip firm
“Wait here,” I say, voice low.
“Fine. Whatever. Just move it.”
The bed shifts as I stand. He curses under his breath and tilts his head just enough to watch me walk to the corner of the room, rustle through my bag, and retrieve lube and a condom.
Ellis snaps his mouth shut when he sees what I’ve grabbed.
I walk back and stand by the side of the bed, looking down at him. He glares at me, but he doesn’t look intimidating at all like this. Kneeling with his cheek pressed to the bed, he already looks wrecked. I told him I could have him on his knees and begging if I wanted.
“Please,” he mumbles.
Looks like we’re already there.
He watches me with an intense gaze as I throw my clothes off.
If he sees the way I fumble with the condom wrapper, he doesn’t say anything about it, thank God.
His lips are pressed tight. He’s quiet. Not a word comes out of him as I coat my fingers with lube and then slip them into his tight heat without any preamble.
Ellis lets out a loud groan, his elbows almost giving out.
The sounds he makes as I work him open rattle me.
It makes my cock stiff as granite. His arms vibrate from the effort it takes him not to collapse, and the sight of it makes me smile.
He presses his face against the mattress, muffling his moans, and arcs his back.
He raises his ass to me, offering it to me, and I hold him up by the hip.
When I circle my hands under him to wrap my fingers around his dick, Ellis lets out another delicious, muffled moan that urges me to hurry the fuck up.
“I’m ready,” he hisses. “I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”
Taking pity on him, I scramble to get up on my knees. I grip the base of his dick as I enter him, slowly, and his back stiffens. Ellis lets out a long groan as I drag my cock deep and give a short, experimental thrust. The sound that I let out is as loud as the ones he’s making.
Fuck.
He feels so good that I almost forget how to breathe.
Ellis refuses to look at me. He keeps his face pressed against the mattress, arching his ass up to me. He reaches back to smack me where he can reach, his palm landing loudly against my thigh.
That’s when I give him what he wants. I fuck him deep and fast, and from the way he trembles underneath me, I can tell I’m hitting the right spot. He rambles my name along with other curse words.
I can’t stand that he’s so far away from me, though.
I want my skin against his. Even if I know he prefers the distance, it niggles at me.
His arms must be getting exhausted because he gets up a bit, trying to sit up, and I take that as permission to pull him up.
Ellis doesn’t complain when I wrap an arm around his torso, keeping his back plastered to my chest. He strokes his cock, fucking into his hand at the same time that I fuck him, and the sight of his swelling dick as he touches himself is enough to undo me.
“Good?” I rasp.
“So, so good.”
His head falls back against my shoulder, and I get the incredible view of his dazed eyes and his parted mouth.
God. He bites down on his lower lip, and I want to kiss him. I really, really want to kiss him. I need to respect his boundaries though, so I bite down on his shoulder instead, pressing my lips against the slightly red mark that’s left behind.
Ellis moans. “I’m coming.”
“Me too. I’m right there with you, sweetheart.”
The nickname slips out of me without my permission, and I don’t miss how Ellis shudders at the sound of it.
His free hand finds its way to my hair, and he grips it, tight.
Ellis moans something that suspiciously sounds a lot like my name, trembling when he comes, spilling all over his hand and the sheets.
He goes limp in my arms, and I hold him up as I chase my own release.
My orgasm hits me all at once, my thrusts becoming more erratic.
I fuck into him a few more times, groaning.
My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I do, causing me to stumble and almost collapse on him.
Thankfully, I have enough sense not to crush him beneath me, falling to my side instead.
Ellis doesn’t say a thing when I pull him with me, holding his hip lightly as I pull out of him.
We don’t say anything for a long while, only our uneven breaths filling the room. His back’s still pressed against my chest, a thin sheet of sweat covering both our skin.
“Ellis,” I whisper once I’ve caught my breath. He’s turned away from me and doesn’t move when I drift my fingers down his arm. “I’ll go clean us both up.”
When I don’t get a response, I frown and push myself up to get a good look at him. I shake his shoulder a bit, and he only makes a soft sound as he shifts to face me.
He’s already asleep.
Ellis breathes softly, his chest slowly rising and falling. I can’t help myself when I brush his hair away from his face, getting a good look at his thick eyelashes and his still-pink cheeks.
He’s so pretty. So, so pretty that it should be illegal.
My eyes drift down to his lower lip, which is bruised from the way he bit down on it.
I would have done that myself, if he had let me. I would have kissed him, again and again, and proved to him what he is missing out on.
“Who hurt you?” I murmur, carding my fingers through his hair.