Chapter 10
Luke
“I have a dare,” Mioko said boldly, standing and straightening her skirt. “Show me how he’s yours.”
Eli’s eyes darkened at Mioko’s challenge, and before I could react, he was in front of me. His hand slid up my chest, fingers wrapping around my throat with surprising strength. The pressure wasn’t enough to cut off my breathing, just enough to make my pulse throb wildly against his palm.
For six years, I’d dreamed of Eli touching me like this—with intent, with hunger—but nothing in my fantasies had prepared me for the reality of his grip, firm and commanding, or the way his eyes bore into mine with a possessiveness that made my cock instantly hard.
“Mine,” he growled.
I let out a sound I’d never made before—something between a whimper and a moan—as his other hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back to expose more of my neck.
His mouth descended, hot and wet, teeth grazing my Adam’s apple before trailing to the sensitive spot below my ear.
My body trembled, overwhelmed by sensation and the sheer fucking impossibility that this was happening.
“Eli,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “What are you—”
“Shut up,” he murmured against my skin, his voice deeper than ever. “I’ve been watching you strut around town in your fancy clothes, looking at me like you want to eat me alive. But you’re the one who’s going to get devoured, aren’t you, Luke?”
My cock throbbed painfully in response to his words, straining against my boxers. This Eli was a revelation, a force of nature beneath that calm exterior.
And fuck if I didn’t love it.
“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”
His teeth sank into the junction where my neck met my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a mark. I hissed at the delicious pain, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking friction against anything they could find.
“Look at you,” Eli said, pulling back slightly to observe my reaction, his hand still firm around my throat. “So fucking desperate for it. Six years, and all it takes is my hand on your neck to turn you into a whimpering mess.”
My face flushed.
“You’re enjoying this,” Eli continued, his thumb stroking my jawline in a gesture that was almost tender despite the steel in his voice. “Aren’t you, pretty boy? You pretend you’re the boss, but you like being controlled, being owned.”
I nodded, unable to speak, lost in the storm of his eyes. He looked triumphant, predatory, as if he’d caught something he’d been hunting for a long time.
A soft gasp reminded me we weren’t alone. I turned my head to see Mioko watching us with wide, fascinated eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted as she drank in the sight of us. Eli followed my gaze, his smile turning wicked as he addressed her without releasing me.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked her, his voice a dangerous purr. “How he’s mine? How he’s always been mine, even when he was roleplaying a big-shot businessman in Boston?”
She nodded, her cheeks pink, her dark eyes fixed on us.
“Good,” Eli said. “Because we’re just getting started. If you stay, you can watch me take what’s mine.”
Eli’s expression shifted, something raw and tender flickering across his features before the dominant mask returned. He stepped back suddenly, breaking all contact, leaving me swaying on my feet, bereft of his touch.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I sank down, the urge to obey him stronger than I would have imagined.
The hardwood floor was unyielding beneath my knees, but the discomfort barely registered through the haze of arousal clouding my mind.
I looked up at him, waiting for instruction, permission, or anything he was willing to give me.
“Do you want to help him, Mioko?”
“What?” she gasped, her voice raw.
“I won’t do anything without your consent. You can help him or go to the bedroom so you don’t have to watch me wreck him.”
Everything was quiet for a moment, then I heard her footsteps on the floorboards and felt her heat behind me.
“Hold his hair and position him where I need him.”
She complied, and she was firmer than I would have imagined her to be. Her small hands threaded through my hair and held me at the right angle, chin tilted upwards to receive his cock like she was offering me to him.
Eli slowly unbuttoned his jeans, eyes locked on mine as he freed himself. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight. He was beautiful, bigger than I’d imagined, with prominent veins and a deep, dusky pink head.
I licked my lips, mouth watering, knowing they both saw.
“This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? My cock down your throat?”
“Yes. I need it,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded. “Need you inside me.”
He gripped my chin, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip until my mouth opened. Mioko’s fingers tightened in my hair, holding me still.
“You’re going to take every inch,” he said, guiding the head of his cock to my lips. “Like a good boy.”
I opened willingly, eagerly, my tongue darting out to taste him.
The first contact sent a jolt through my entire body—salt and musk.
It was Eli’s taste. Something I’d craved since I found out that sucking cock was a thing.
A flavor I knew I’d never get enough of.
He groaned as I wrapped my lips around him, sliding forward slowly, testing how much I could take.
“Baby, your mouth,” Eli hissed, his free hand tangling in my hair, fingers wrapping around Mioko’s hand. “You’re so fucking hot. So fucking perfect. Do you like how he looks sucking my cock, Mioko?”
I hollowed my cheeks, creating suction as I took more of him into my mouth. His taste filled my senses, his scent surrounding and overwhelming me. I’d done this before, but this was different. This was Eli. My Eli.
“You like that, Mioko?” Eli thrust shallowly into my mouth. “Watching Luke Merrick on his knees, sucking my cock like he was born for it? I bet you’ve thought about this. Bet you’ve touched yourself imagining us together.”
I heard her soft whimper of agreement and felt her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Tell me,” Eli demanded. “How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about us?”
“I don’t know. Too many to count,” Mioko whispered.
Eli’s laugh was dark, triumphant. “Sexy little pervert. I like that. Is it everything you hoped? Seeing the golden boy of Maple Crossing choking on my dick?”
Her soft moan seemed to inflame Eli, and he began to thrust in earnest, pushing deeper with each stroke.
I relaxed my throat, letting him in, taking him as deep as I could.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the strain, but I didn’t want him to stop—would have begged him not to if my mouth hadn’t been so gloriously full.
“Look at him,” Eli said to Mioko, his voice tight with pleasure. “Taking it so well. Such a perfect cocksucker.”
I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse as I worked him as best I could.
“That’s it, take it deeper,” Eli urged, his hips moving faster now. “Take what’s yours. What’s always been yours.”
I gripped his thighs for balance, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath my fingers as he fucked my face.
Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, running down my chin in a mess I didn’t care about.
All that mattered was Eli—his taste, his smell, and the sounds of pleasure he made as he used my mouth.
Mioko’s hands left my hair, and their bodies pressed together above me, I could hear them kissing.
“Help me get off to him,” Eli whispered, and she whimpered, her hand sliding below my chin to cup his balls.
“You can get off to him without my help,” she replied. “Is that what you’re afraid of? That you’re too straight to come down Luke’s throat like he needs?”
Eli didn’t answer, just thrust deeper.
“Sweetheart, you love him. And he’s very, very good at this, isn’t he?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” Eli groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. I swirled my tongue, desperate for his cum, desperate to prove to him that I was exactly what he needed.
Eli’s rhythm faltered. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. “Going to fill that pretty mouth. Going to mark you from the inside out. You’re going to swallow every fucking drop, aren’t you, Luke?”
I hummed in agreement, increasing my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I wanted his release, needed it, craved the proof that this was real and not another fevered dream that would leave me aching and alone in the cold light of morning.
“Fuck, Luke,” Eli groaned, his body tensing. “Fuck, I’m coming—”
The first pulse hit the back of my throat, hot and thick, his taste intensifying as he emptied himself into me.
I swallowed greedily, my throat working to take everything he had to give, my tongue lapping at his slit to catch every drop.
He continued to thrust shallowly through his orgasm, cursing and praising me in the same breath, his fingers gentling in my hair as the last tremors subsided.
When he pulled back, his cock slipped from my lips with an obscene pop. I looked up at him, still on my knees, still hungry for more. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction as he gazed down at me.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip, collecting a stray drop of cum. He pressed it back into my mouth, and I sucked it clean. “Such a good boy for me.”
The praise sent a warm glow through my chest, mixing with the arousal still thrumming through my veins. I’d never felt so owned, so possessed, and yet so perfectly right where I belonged.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I needed that.”
His smile was slow, satisfied, like a predator well-fed but still hungry for more. “Oh, we’re just getting started, pretty boy. And Mioko really fucking needs to come.”