Chapter 7 #2
“Yes,” he rasps, watching me in amazement.
“Take your top off. I want to see more of you. Please?” he adds as if he considers his own words too demanding.
He has no idea. He could ask the most outrageous things of me and I’d try to make them happen.
If he wants to see me naked, he can feast his eyes all he wants.
In the warm glow of the fire in the wood burner, I slide off the bed and peel my top off for his viewing pleasure. The flames color his eyes a dusky orange, making them resemble two pieces of amber when I shed my pants too, standing naked between his spread legs.
His gaze feels like touch. As if it rubs my bare skin up and down, then tickles my balls as I place my hands on his raised knees. “I’ll make you feel so good you’re never going to even look at another man,” I say, and while I’ve only met him yesterday, every word rings true.
As much as I hated Sullivan, without him I was adrift, and Eli is the anchor I need.
Eli bites his lip and nods, watching me absentmindedly. His gaze moves over my forearms, my biceps, my pecs, my stomach, and lower, to my stiff dick.
“Honestly? I believe that. You’re gonna fucking ruin me and I’ll ask for seconds.”
I feel like a predator when I smile, but he doesn’t seem scared and watches me spit on my hand, then rub the saliva onto my stiff cock.
It already feels better than if I were taking a moment of solitary pleasure, but while the idea of spilling myself over his skin is compelling, I want more than that.
I want to feast on him, and for both of us to be addicted to each other.
His body appears even longer as he stretches out, a feast fit for a king.
Pink nipples like strawberries on his cream-pale skin, and the soft skin on his stomach, presented to me in submission as if he wants me to bite into it and gorge on his insides.
I take a glance at his flushed face, lips parted in invitation for either my kisses or my cock.
My decision. So I look all the way back down his long torso to his stiff cock, evidence of just how excited he is for whatever I want to give.
My knees fall to the blanket, and I push my face into the soft skin of his thigh, following his scent between his legs.
I love the way he trembles under my touch, and it only makes me squeeze his flesh harder.
He makes a needy thrust with his hips, but while I see his dick, and it looks delicious, my goal is lower, in the tight crevice between his buttocks.
Eli moans when I make my playful bite to his thigh that little bit harder.
All my life I’ve had to restrain myself and act violent when let off the leash. Sex has been the only space where I can do things on my own terms. Where I’m the apex predator, allowed to do as he pleases.
“You… you look amazing,” Eli chokes out, rising to his elbows to make eye contact, and I’m immediately hooked on it. Good. I want him to watch as I push my nose against the skin of his balls, inhaling their aroma, only to descend with my tongue out and already tasting flesh.
“Oh? Oh…!” Eli moans and falls back flat to the bed when I push my tongue against the tight opening into his body.
I want to know every inch of him, but this pink, soft part of him is especially exciting. It’s puckered, responsive, and I can’t wait to feel it squeezing my cock. But not yet. I need to whet my appetite a bit more, so I fold my new lover in half and taste him.
His body stiffens, then relaxes when I continue my exploration, rolling my tongue against the pliant flesh while my hands close on his ass.
He’s trembling. Gasping. Arching. By the time I gently nudge his hole with one finger and spit into the opening, my Eli is ready to give me anything I might ask for.
I’ve always loved the texture of the delicate skin between a man’s cheeks, its earthy aroma, but it feels different this time, as if it’s not just about satisfying my own desires but also making him feel good. Helping him relax and understand that I’ve got him.
I squeeze Eli’s sides when I stab his relaxed hole with my tongue, but it’s when I press my fingers to his taint that he goes wild, moaning as if I was already fucking him.
“Fuck…! Fuck… No one’s ever…” He gasps, sliding his feet over the edge of the bed.
One look up gives me the perfect view on his long, squirming body. His dick is in the foreground, red and leaking pre-cum over his stomach, and he stretches his arms over his head, lying there and panting for me.
My tongue circles his opening as I explore the hairy skin of his buttocks with my palms. “Really? But you taste so good.”
I love that I can make him so breathless and scattered. It gives me a whole new sense of power. It goes beyond the body. He’s something special to me.
“Um, yeah, I… kinda washed… more. Just in case. You never know what might happen.” He curls his toes with a moan when I push my tongue in again. “None of my boyfriends… yeah.”
“Lousy, lazy fuckers. It should be a crime to neglect a hole this pretty. I’ll be better than that, you’ll see,” I whisper, sucking Eli’s taint as I give his cock the gentlest tug.
He’s so aroused I can smell the testosterone on his skin, but so am I, and while I could eat his ass for another hour, my balls are starting to ache.
Eli pushes up to see me, and his flushed face, his parted lips are so fucking hot I don’t know if I want to fuck his mouth or his ass. But I’m greedy to hold him closer and I can do that better when I’m between his legs.
“You will?” he whispers in disbelief as his cock twitches right in front of my face, tempting me for a lick.
I meet his gaze, but his eyes shut when I suck his dick in halfway, sucking it so intensely, the slender body twitches under me, begging for more.
I can’t wait a moment longer.
“I’ll fuck the memory of any other man you were with out of your system,” I rasp, crawling onto the bed, on top of him.
As I predicted, it’s child’s play to move him around, especially now that he’s so overcome with pleasure.
Still, he’s working with me, and moments later, he’s holding himself open for me, thighs pressed to the chest. I approach him with intent, a wolf ready to consume the lamb that chose not to run from him, and spit on his hole while I spread my slick pre-cum over the head of my shaft.
I know there must be something in the house we could use as lube, but I can no longer think straight, and when Eli’s glossy eyes meet mine, I know he can take me this way too.
More than that—he wants it.
I press my cockhead to his hole, and I don’t know whether to look at the perfect picture it makes, or to his red face and tongue darting out to lick his lip. I’ve been with submissive guys in bed, but this is something else.
He seems to have completely surrendered to me. In my cabin. Hunted by cops. He has nothing. Only me. And while I’d never abuse his weakness, it’s a thrill to know that I’ve done well enough to deserve this.
I push in with a grunt of pleasure. He’s so damn tight it’s as if his body is hugging my dick.
Eli makes a few whines that sound so animalistic, I’m even more turned on. He lets go of his ass to grab my arms, and we both still as my shaft sinks inside him.
“Mine,” I mumble, staring at him from behind my lashes. “I won’t let anyone else touch you, smell you, taste you. You belong with me.”
Eli’s pupils expand as if I rubbed coke into his gums, and he nods, making those little whines with every inch of me he takes.
“Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes,” he utters, brows drawn, when I’m balls-deep in his inviting hole. He’s gripping my arms so hard his nails dig in, but I don’t mind. I want him under my skin.
“You like that?” I whisper, pressing my hips even harder against him, to push every bit of my shaft inside him.
His eyes roll back just before I draw my hips back, gently rocking back and forth.
He feels velvety, tight, and so damn warm I have no doubts I won’t be able to last tonight.
But that’s okay. There will be another time to enjoy this at a slower pace.
“Come closer,” Eli begs, pulling on my arm.
This neediness of his is endearing. It feels like seeing the real him.
I’ve peeled back the layers of the Eli he shows to others to get to the core that only I will own.
He’s panting, and the scent of his sweat is an aphrodisiac. “Fuck… you’re big… but I like it.”
“Secret size queen?” I rasp, lowering myself over him. And as my elbows sink into the mattress, I taste his perspiration, overwhelmed by its musky aroma. I move in gentle, long strokes, and since his body is still in the process of yielding, each thrust makes him feel more familiar.
“Ah, fuck you. I just like to feel it.” Eli chuckles and I sense the tremble of his body on my dick. This is how close we need to be. One body. I’m gonna fill him with so much of my DNA we’re gonna fucking merge.
The friction is almost too much to handle, and I withdraw from him.
The warm air of the heated room is fragrant with the aroma of wood and arousal, but when he whines in protest, I’m quick to add more spit on my cock.
When I enter him again, there’s no hesitation in my actions, and he makes the sweetest of gasps, trembling as if he were already on the verge of climax.
He wraps his long legs around my hips, trying to pull me closer, and while it’s tempting to play with him like a cat might with a mouse, I also want to come. Now. Inside him. Listening to his soft cries.
Shifting my position offers me way more leverage, and I lean over him, withdrawing, only to push back in, searching for the right angle. “Tell me when I hit the spot,” I whisper and lick him from jaw to cheek as he wraps his arms around my neck.
He looks so out of it when our eyes meet up close. Fucking gorgeous. A unique beauty from pretty eyes to his bone structure. And every time I pump my dick in, I can see it on his face. Eli gasps, his nostrils flare, his dark eyebrows draw close.
I watch each minute expression, and I know I’m there before he even says it by the way his eyes widen, then roll back, and his moan turns into a helpless mewl.
So I speed up.
I was brought up to be a killing machine, but I might as well use that muscle control in bed. With him.
“Fuck! This! Here! Fuck me like this!” Eli begs, pulling me close.
His wish is my command and I become fucking relentless in the way I pump my dick into his needy hole.
My mind is pulsing with the need to get him off mixed with my own greedy lust. It’s like a beast inside me that has only one primitive purpose—to breed.
Instinct drives me to his neck and I close my teeth on it without much force, just to hold him in place.
I need it with my entire being, and when my lover twitches, tightens his legs around me, and shudders, uttering a series of choked grunts, I know he’s ready.
His warm, sweaty body milks my cock, as I let my weight rest on top and plow him mercilessly, just like I imagined.
It’s too fucking good.
How could anyone get into bed with this man and not itch to worship him in every way? I would move mountains for him. Protect him with my own body, and pleasure him as many times as he wants.
He’s mine. And now I’m his too.
I might have blacked out for a bit, because once the waves of pleasure have washed over me, I’m still on top of that prone, fragrant body, and Eli is stroking me.
His fingers slide over my back, and he still has his legs around me, either not wanting to let go, or not wanting to change position so my dick is in him that little longer. I indulge in the soft kisses he’s leaving on the side of my head. I feel so… accepted.
“I’ve never gone bare before,” he whispers after a while, seeming happy to be my mattress, because he’s not pushing me off. “It’s so fucking hot to have your cum inside me.”
“Fuck… yes,” I mumble, cozy as if his arms are my personal heaven. “There’s more for you where that came from.” I’m already dozing off, so fucking comfortable and satisfied I’d rather not move an inch until morning, but some things need to be said. “I’m gay, by the way.”
Eli laughs out loud, and even that feels like a caress. He thinks I’m funny.
“Good to know. I am, in fact, also gay. Which makes this unexpected road trip infinitely better. Stay like this?” he asks, and I’m all too happy to melt into him.
It is only as I’m falling asleep that I realize the storm’s over, and I never even noticed when it passed.