Chapter 10
Eli
I can hardly believe this emotional rollercoaster I’m on. First, I had a lovely morning, then I wound myself up in a twist by misinterpreting Cesar’s words, and now we’re back to touching and kissing, my attraction to him even stronger than before.
He’s so… set on me. It both calms me down and turns me on. I don’t have to overthink the sex either, because he means what he says, so unlike my past boyfriends who played games with my heart.
Why else would he be risking everything for me?
Spencer didn’t bother to do my part of the house chores when I broke my leg, and here is my dark prince, carrying me around as if I’m made of spun sugar, saving me from a lifetime behind bars—
Every muscle in my body relaxes when Cesar pulls my ass to the edge of the seat and presses the lower half of his face to my crotch, breathing me in through the fabric.
His eyes roll back, as if getting high on my scent, then he pulls on my bottoms, revealing that I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Good thing I got you some underwear,” Cesar breathes, tossing my pants and boots aside.
“You did?” I blush at the idea that he’s bought me something that personal. With Cesar between my legs, I’m getting hard fast. I can’t resist him, and I don’t even try. What’s the worst that can happen? He’ll lock me up in this cabin forever? At least I’d be safe and well fed. And well-fucked.
He nods, his dark hair tousled and still damp to the touch.
When did I reach to his head? I have no fucking clue, but he moans, and licks his way up my cock as if it’s his favorite meal, so he must not mind my touch.
His chin has grown enough stubble to scratch my cockhead when he leans forward, popping his head under my top.
My toes curl. My nipples pebble.
And when something tickles my tender hole, my body jerks up, already engulfed in fire. I might be tender down there, but if he wants to, I’d let him have another go with me. It’s like a drug that a man like Cesar wants me.
I make a needy moan when he sucks in half my dick.
So hot, warm, wet. And while he’s teasing my ass with his finger, his other hand also delves under my hoodie to greedily squeeze my pec.
I can sense how much he desires me in his every touch.
The synapses in my brain are short-circuiting in response to his scent.
I meant it when I told him I’d be up for it whenever.
The scent of burning wood, and the aroma of orange and cinnamon clinging to the jacket I took off, combine in the warm air of the cabin, making my head spin.
This man will either take me to safety and a life of love and pleasure, or will be my downfall. Either way, I’m taking that leap.
His finger is wet with saliva when it finally pushes in, and I find myself arching, my back and thigh muscles rigid by the time I bottom out in Cesar’s mouth.
He feels incredible—all heat and sturdy flesh, and while I’m the one being pleasured, he never lets me entertain illusions about who’s in control here.
Cesar is the one who decides how deeply he sucks me, when to tease my prostate, and when to leave me wanting. I can barely take it, but in spite of all my begging, he keeps pushing me to new heights of arousal, until I’m so horny that an orgasm crashes over me unexpectedly.
It’s like tumbling down a mountain, and by the time I find myself wrapped in his arms, limp from exhaustion, I feel like I’ve just climbed Mount Everest, and he’s welcoming me back home.
I’m tender all over and make little moans as he strokes my sweaty back under the hoodie. I can hardly think after my orgasm, my mind an empty road with tumbleweed rolling across it.
“That was so good,” I whisper to make sure he knows how much I appreciate him.
He might have said I’m not clingy, but he has no idea how much I already want to attach myself to him.
I want to sleep with him spooning me, I want to eat breakfast sitting in his lap, and watch movies with his dick in my mouth.
I want to become a part of him, for us to be entwined so inseparably that he can’t imagine a life away from me anymore.
His lips taste of my cum, and I give a breathless laugh after licking their plump flesh.
“Happy to be of service,” Cesar teases, but I’m back to peak awareness when he places my hand on his hard dick.
Of course he’s still hard, and I’ve neglected him!
I meet his gaze. He might only have one eye, but it’s so attentive and always focused on me. I squeeze his cock with a groan of pleasure. “How do you want me? You’ve not had my mouth yet,” I offer, but it isn’t selfless. I’m dying to taste him.
Oh, he likes that. I can see it in the way his eye darkens further, black as a drop of tar when he chews on his lip and moves to straddle me.
“What exactly did you say? However and whenever I want?” he whispers before pinning me to the couch with a fast yet intense kiss.
I miss his hot tongue as soon as he backs away.
Overwhelmed by how he now towers over me, I swallow, glancing at him as if he’s my new God.
Whether he’s the one love-bombing me or me falling all too quickly, I don’t know, and I don’t care.
My heart is raw, and he can eat it like that if he wants to.
“Yes,” I say, moving my hands up his sides. He’s so fucking sturdy. “Fuck my throat raw if you feel like it.”
He growls, squeezing my flanks with both hands, as if he’s trying to restrain himself. But there’s no need for it. I want him. I want this. And I want him to want me most of all.
He licks me across the lips, then grabs my jaw hard and slides his tongue in, probing, testing my wet mouth, and incredibly, a jolt of arousal trails down my balls.
But then he’s up, one hand on the back rest right next to my head, and I only get to see his purple shaft for a moment before it splits me open.
I look up, doing everything I can to let as much of his cock in fast, but everything happens so fast I choke a little. I hope my eyes communicate that I don’t want him to stop.
He’s big.
I’m no newbie to giving head though, so I take a deep breath through my nose and relax for him. My fingers gravitate to his hips, because I adore touching his body.
My eyes tear up, but I still see him throw his head back in pleasure, his Adam’s apple pronounced as it bobs. He’s so damn handsome. I can’t believe my luck.
“Then I’ll make you mine. I’ll make you the perfect fuck sleeve for my cock. And you will love it so much you will beg if I forget to feed you a daily helping of cum.”
That voice. It’s pure sex, and intoxicates me like a well-distilled spirit when strong fingers cradle my head, holding it at the angle he likes.
I zone out as if his words alone push me into a reality in which I’ve been his for years, taking load after load, whenever he wants to finish inside me.
Maybe I’m being stupid, having those kinds of fantasies about a man who could overpower me so easily, but I want the danger.
And I want a guy so pumped full of testosterone, he wants to fuck me twice a day.
His cock thrusts into my throat time and time again, and I wouldn’t dare defy the strong hands holding my head in place.
I’m exactly where I should be—mouth open and ready to swallow his load.
I’m so desperate to find out how it tastes.
I hope my mouth is nice and hot for him, that he likes the way I stroke him with my tongue.
That he enjoys seeing me like this, because my face is already damp with tears and saliva, and if he keeps riding my throat so roughly, this is how he will see me every single time.
“That’s good. You’re such a hot mess, Eli. But you love it. You love servicing my cock, don’t you?”
I hum, sending vibrations down his shaft, but he keeps talking, fingers wound into my hair.
“That’s right. Keep me satisfied, and I’ll keep you safe. I’ll make you my little prince, the happiest man alive, but in bed, your holes are mine.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I might be getting hard again.
I make a little moan and nod as much as he allows me. It doesn’t feel like just dirty talk. He means it. He’s not toying with me to throw me away. Maybe he’s as crazy as me?
I suck him harder, hugging his cock with my cheeks, and in turn, he makes the hottest fucking moan and plows my mouth even faster, his balls slapping my chin time and time again.
It’s such an obscene sound, but I love it, because it means he can’t help himself around me.
I’m stroking up and down his thighs when he grabs my hands and forces them behind my head.
In this position, using my trapped wrists as leverage, he saws into me a few final times.
And then he’s coming down my throat so hard I have cum rolling from my lips and down my chin. Maybe I have coughed a little, but only to remind him that he needs to finish inside, as he promised.
Salty, a little bitter, but because it’s his cum, I already love it. If I could see his cock, I’d stare at that beautiful monster without blinking, but since it’s in my mouth, I look up at his face instead.
Cesar is so handsome. He could be a serial killer, and I’d probably just say everyone has flaws. He has an irresistible aura of confidence, a great cock, and the way he wants me is like an aphrodisiac injected straight into my veins.
“Swallow it all, greedy boy,” he grunts, closing his eye in bliss.
That’s it. Enjoy yourself in my body, I think, watching him stand over me with his eye closed. I can’t call needing to keep my mouth this wide open comfortable, but I would have gladly let him have another go if there was still some cum left in him.
He seems to be done though, and pulls out of my mouth before descending to the couch right at my side.
I’m so disheveled, my jaw aches, but I instantly put my naked legs over him and wrap my arms around his neck. We stay like that for a while, his hand lazily sliding under my hoodie to caress me to his heart’s content. He has no idea how starved I am for affection.
When I find my voice, it’s a little raspy. “How does it feel to fuck on a Sunday?” I tease even though what he told me about his connection with Sullivan is fucked up. I wish I could shoot the fucker again.
His eye opens wide, sharp as an arrow headed straight for my heart.
“It… it’s amazing. I feel as if you sucked all the tension out of my body,” he adds, offering me a roguish smile that makes him look like a main character from one of the pirate-themed romance books my mom used to have in the attic.
“And on Fridays… how did things look for you?” I ask, desperate to know everything about him.
Some people dislike sharing, but he smiles and pulls me into his lap, as if he is as greedy for my touch as I am for his.
“Bars, saunas, apps. I liked going to orgies, because they made me feel like I got the most out of that one night,” he says as if that was everyone’s idea of weekend fun.
I’m no prude, but heat still crawls up my neck when I imagine him at an orgy, fucking three guys in a row. He could have the stamina for that. “Oh. And… is that something you’re very into? Orgies?” A cold knot tangles in my guts. I don’t want to share him.
He shrugs, burying his face in my cheek and breathing in my drying sweat. “Not particularly, no. But I only had Fridays, and most people don’t have enough stamina to match me.”
I smile at my man and stroke his hair. “I think I might. You’re gonna have to test it. So no boyfriends?” Which makes me both sad for him, and kind of giddy I’m the first.
He shakes his head before sampling my lips with the tongue he opened me up with in preparation for the face-fuck. “No. What about you? Did you leave anyone for me?”
“No, I’ve been on my own for over a year. Living out of my car hasn’t exactly been conducive to a relationship. Or I was just depressed about it. So sorry if I’m too needy—”
“I like it.”
I swallow, smiling at that reassurance. “I’ve had a lot of sex, but other than once, always with a boyfriend.
I get easily attached,” I confess even though it’s like giving him ammo he can use against me.
Somehow, I feel I can trust him not to. But maybe I’m stupid and naive.
I’ve been burned three times, and yet, here I am, ready to give away my heart again.
He nods, gaze so sincere I wish to hide in its shadows. “I feel attached to you too.”
“Maybe it was meant to be then,” I whisper and leave a tender kiss on his lips. Just last night I was panicking about how much hotter he is than me, and yet now, I’m not self-conscious at all. He makes me feel comfortable as if I’ve known him for years.
Cesar sighs. “In that case, I’ll test your stamina every day.”
I stroke his face and raise my eyebrows. “What if you hit your limit first?”
He leans into my touch and licks my fingers, as if he can’t help himself. “Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe. I just… We’re snowed in now anyway, but you will need to go back to work at some point. We probably can’t be here forever?”
Cesar frowns and tucks my head under his chin, as if he can’t bear the idea of letting me go. “Forever? No, but once the trail is no longer hot, we should move on. I have a place in Alaska.”
I hug him tighter. Could this possibly work? I don’t want to get my hopes up, but my heart already beats faster. “Oh? And you’d take me there? Is it safe? What would we live off? I’m sorry I bring nothing to this equation.”
“You’re bringing yourself. That’s not ‘nothing’,” Cesar says in a firm voice and gives me a soft kiss. “With Sullivan gone, you’re the only one I have to answer to, so I’ll take you there, and we’ll start fresh. I’ll take care of you.”
My breath catches. I was always the one to give my past relationships my all. I don’t even know how to accept so much, so I lean in to kiss him again. I hope that communicates my feelings. No one’s taken care of me for so long.
He’s perfect. Just perfect.