7. Elio #5
This wasn’t at all what I had imagined. To be fair, I had spent little time imagining what would happen after I knocked on his door.
Had I allowed myself to think about it like always, I wouldn’t have knocked.
So, to hear him belittle me and put me in my place made my heart skip a beat.
Even then, I didn’t struggle against it.
If he wanted me to be a wet hole for his cock, I would.
I’d deal with the consequences tomorrow.
My hands moved to his thighs. I let the fingers of my right hand slide all the way to the slick base of his cock and stroke him gently, picking up my saliva off his skin.
Jaxon tightened his fists, adding a little burn to my scalp, where he tugged the fistfuls of my wild brown locks.
I bobbed my head down, pressing my throat hard against his cock without managing to take him any deeper like he had done.
Instead, my wet hand moved down his balls, savoring the sensation of their smooth skin and their softness on my way to his hole.
“Are you gonna let me fuck you, El?” he grunted.
By instinct, my body tensed. Even a mention of the possibility made me clench hard against any intrusion, but I slipped my hand a little lower and found the warmth of his hole under my index finger.
I pulled my head up, looking with tearful eyes at Jaxon. His cock flapped against his belly as I drew a deep breath. “Fuck me? No. You’re not fucking me.” My finger pressed harder against his hole, sinking into his flesh.
Jaxon was about to give a clever reply, but the sensation of my finger probing his body, breaking the barrier between us, ripped a moan free of his throat.
When I let off the pressure, I realized I had barely touched him. My finger, drying in the air, couldn’t slide in so easily. Unlike all the times before, Jax needed a little more help.
I drew saliva into my mouth while reaching up with my left hand to hold his pulsing cock in a tight grip.
My spit landed on my fingers, and I rubbed his hole firmly until he was truly slick.
Only then, when Jaxon didn’t protest, did I apply pressure again.
Excitement buzzed all through my body as I felt the warmth cover the length of my finger.
He was soft and slick inside, relaxed and loose enough to take my finger until the second knuckle.
Then, a sudden tightness stopped me from moving, and my heart beat in my throat.
He whimpered, his cock throbbing in my hand and his hole clenching and relaxing at a rapid, erratic pace.
As swiftly as it had come, it passed. His body relaxed and accepted me, and I ventured deeper as fear gathered deep in the pit of my stomach. Was I really doing this? And why did I feel like I could never go back? It felt…right.
I let go of Jaxon’s cock as my right hand lost some of its tension and sped up, probing him and stretching him with rhythmic thrusts.
“Just like that, El,” he breathed, his abs tensing, body moving with pleasure, contorting, rising and falling.
He pulled his knees up, planting his feet on my bare shoulders and giving me the clearest view yet, his pink hole sealed around my finger, saliva glistening in the subdued light. “Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t going to. The fuzzy, fluttery joy that spread through me overpowered every shred of fear that held on to my insides. It crawled through my body, heating up my blood and making my cock harder than ever, throbs aching me, tingles running down to my curled toes.
I’d never felt so good in my life. I’d never felt so alive and present and aware of my own body while giving pleasure to another. Suddenly, it all flowed like a wide, slow river on the endless green planes. It was all so sensual and appealing down to its very atoms.
I leaned in, pressing my lips against his cock, unafraid of disliking something about Jaxon and our moment of sin.
I admitted it to myself: I liked everything about this.
How could I not? I had spent years pretending otherwise, believing otherwise, because I had always known that letting myself like it once would sentence me to be its slave forever.
And I would let it enslave me gladly if Jaxon was the one holding the leash.
Parting my lips, I followed the length of his cock and pressed my middle finger against his hole just to see how he would react.
The tension pressed his dick harder against my lips, and I took it into my mouth, moaning through my nose.
Devastating yearning filled me as I thrust two fingers into him and made him whimper and cry out with pleasure. “Fuck, El, keep…going…”
And I did. Harder and faster, I increased the pace and pressure just as my heartbeat sped up and my breathing grew shallower.
When the movement of Jaxon’s body—that curling, coiling loop of his muscles clenching and relaxing—reached its climax, he pushed my head away and breathed quickly, almost like he was panicking, and whispered the words that set my heart on fire.
“I need you to fuck me, El,” he breathed. “Please. Just this once.”
I didn’t tell him that I couldn’t settle for just one time. Not anymore. Now that I had tasted just how sweet the forbidden fruit was, I could never go back.
But I slipped my fingers out of him, rubbing his tightening hole with a gentleness I hadn’t known I was capable of.
Fondness, I realized. That was the word.
It applied to everything about this night.
Even the roughness we touched on was driven by fondness rather than a need to be gentle to one another.
I lifted my torso, my dick standing upright and hard, and Jaxon reached with one hand between his legs until he took me in. “El, I’m on PrEP,” he said. “If you want to…”
I swallowed. “Yeah, I…I’ve never done it that way.”
His chest shuddered a little as he stroked me. “I want to feel you. All of you.” And as he stroked me with one hand, he reached to the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Instead of letting me do it, he held my dick firmly and poured lube down its length before stroking it some more.
Chills ran down my legs as he carefully moved his fist along my cock, his breathing even, forcefully so.
His lower lip was stuck between his teeth.
He poured more lube over his fingers after letting go of me and brought his hand between his legs, rubbing his hole for a few quiet moments where only our breathing made a sound.
He tossed the bottle on the floor and lifted his legs, wrapping them around my waist as he reached up with both arms.
I didn’t need to be invited twice. My torso leaned down, toppling onto Jaxon, my chest pressing his, my stomach slamming against his abs, and my face buried into his neck. He purred, actually purred deep in his throat, as I kissed the length of his neck, feeling his speeding pulse under my lips.
I slipped one hand between us, holding myself as the tip of my cock searched for the soft warmth of his body.
And when I found it, something snapped in me.
Some invisible anchor that had been holding me down let go, its chain breaking, disintegrating, and I felt like a bull released into a fighting arena.
Everything fell away, and I opened my mouth wide to press my tongue against Jaxon’s beating pulse.
My cock rammed into Jaxon, making his arms wrap tightly around my body as he held down a moan.
I could feel the tension in him, and I slowed down, pulling back slightly before giving it another try.
Jaxon was ready for me, letting out a strangled sigh as I entered him, his hole loosening around me yet remaining tighter than I had expected. Not that I had dwelled on it until now. It was only that the sensation was so starkly different that I immediately became aware of the difference.
“Slowly,” Jaxon whispered. “Keep going, El. Don’t stop.”