Chapter Nine #3
Avery released him, and Eli whimpered at the loss of contact. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Avery reached for the nightstand drawer. His heart raced as Avery removed a bottle of lube and a condom, placing them on the bed within easy reach.
“What do you want, Eli?” The question came out as a demand yet was also tender.
Eli’s mind went blank. So many options, too many possibilities. The familiar paralysis of indecision threatened to overtake him.
“I...” He faltered, his fingers tightening where they remained entwined above his head. “I don’t know. Everything. Anything you want to give me.”
Avery’s expression softened. "That’s the answer, isn't it? The heart of what you need.” He ran his palm along Eli’s thigh.
“You need someone to handle those decisions for you. To trust someone completely.” He lowered his head, brushing his lips against Eli’s forehead.
“Let me give you what you need, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
The words were like a revelation. Yes. That was exactly what he craved, the freedom that came from surrendering control to someone who would guide him with certainty, to stop the endless cycle of second-guessing everything.
“You see me.” Eli’s voice cracked.
Avery smiled. “I do, my sweet boy. I’m going to make love to you, slowly and thoroughly, until you can’t think of anything but how good it feels to be mine.”
Eli’s cock twitched at the promise, his body singing with anticipation. He watched as Avery opened the bottle of lube, warming it between his palms.
“Lift your legs, hold them open, and show your Sir what you have for him.”
Eli did as he was told, never more turned on than he was at this moment. The first touch of slick fingers against his hole made him gasp, his body tensing reflexively.
“Breathe. Let me in.”
Eli relaxed into Avery’s touch, letting his breath flow out slowly as he surrendered to the sensation. The gentle pressure increased, one finger breaching him carefully, working him open with patient, deliberate movements.
Avery hummed. “Mmm, so hot and tight.” He worked a second finger inside, and Eli moaned, struggling to keep himself from pressing down. “That’s it. Taking it so well.”
He hadn’t been breached for a while, but he accepted the mix of discomfort and pleasure to make his Sir happy. When Avery’s clever fingers curled and worked his gland, Eli let out a sharp cry.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
Avery added a third finger, continuing his maddening exploration while Eli fought to behave for his Sir.
At last, Avery removed the digits, and Eli almost reached for Avery’s arm, but remembered not to let go of his legs at the last second.
The loss of Avery’s inner touch left him empty, but he was anxious for what would come next.
Avery tore open the condom wrapper, then rolled it down his hard length before positioning himself between Eli’s spread legs. He brushed the blunt head of his cock against Eli’s entrance, sending a zing of pleasure up Eli’s spine.
“Look at me,” Avery commanded.
Eli’s eyes met Avery's intense gaze. The connection felt more intimate than anything physical, as if Avery could see into his soul.
“Remember your safeword if you need it. I'll take care of you.”
Eli swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
Avery pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until his cock pushed past the resistant ring of muscle.
Eli's breath caught, the stretch burning despite the careful preparation.
Avery pressed forward with aching slowness, their eyes locked as Eli yielded to the intrusion.
When Avery was fully seated, he stilled, as if giving Eli a chance to adjust.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” Avery’s voice came out strained. “That’s it.”
Eli exhaled shakily, the initial burn fading into a delicious fullness. He felt impossibly stretched, connected to Avery in the most intimate way. The weight of Avery above him, inside him, anchored him to this moment when everything else in his life felt adrift.
Avery brushed a curl from Eli’s forehead. “So perfect around me.”
Eli bit his bottom lip. “Can I touch you now?”
Avery’s features softened. “Oh, baby.” He smiled softly. “Absolutely.”
Eli threw his arms around Avery’s neck, and he responded by taking his mouth in a heated kiss. Even though he’d given Eli permission to touch, the kiss was a reminder of who was in charge.
Avery dropped to his elbows, caging Eli with his body, rocking his hips.
Avery’s movements were slow at first, but grew in intensity until he was pounding into Eli with punishing thrusts.
Avery’s larger frame kept him pinned to the mattress, and he released his hold on Avery, allowing his body to go limp.
Avery broke from the bruising kiss and grabbed Eli’s wrists, trapping him against the bed, fucking him with complete abandon. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, their groans mingling.
“Fuck,” Avery growled. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”
Avery’s movements became shaky, and he shoved a hand between their sweaty bodies, wrapping his palm around Eli’s throbbing cock. Avery curled his body, dropping his head next to Eli’s as he jacked him off with firm, quick strokes.
Eli didn’t register that Avery had let go of his wrist until he scratched his nails down Avery’s back. Avery gasped then froze, pumping cum into the condom. Eli tumbled after him, erupting over Avery’s fingers, the spunk pooling between them.