7. Elio #6
And I did. Inch by grueling inch, I filled him carefully and relentlessly until it felt as though I couldn’t move deeper even if I forced it.
Jerking my hips back, I felt Jaxon’s chest rise as he inhaled, and I sank into him again and again.
Stretching him mercilessly, I filled his body with mine, feeling him along every inch of my cock.
Our bodies melted into one another like wet clay, about to be shaped into something divine.
We connected not only physically but on some distant, impossible level of our souls.
You are mine now, I thought. I’ll never give you up to some other guy.
I pulled my head back to look into his eyes as my hips did the hard work, and I knew that Jaxon understood my unspoken words.
His nails sank into the muscled flesh of my upper back, and his legs coiled around me tighter, pulling me closer, deeper into his body, and I followed.
He slipped his hands around, feeling my bulging pecs and taking shallow breaths intercut with moans and whimpers. He panted faster as I picked up the pace, impaling him all the way until I felt my balls press hard against his body.
I glanced down. He was hard, precum dripping like crazy, and I swiped at his cock with my hand, lifting a string of silvery precum with my fingers and bringing it to his lips. “Eat it,” I grunted, and Jaxon sucked my fingers into his mouth, sending shivers along my arm.
I wished I could do this forever. I wished I didn’t have to stop.
But the feelings of two souls joined in something so sinful and wonderful fanned the last maddeningly, and I let loose, dragging my fingers out of his mouth and closing them around his throat.
He didn’t stop me. If anything, he only pressed his nails harder against my chest, dragging them down and leaving a raw trail not too unlike a scratch.
“Harder,” he choked. “Harder, El.”
I didn’t know what he meant, so I held his throat in a slightly tighter grip and let my hips move freely forward, my dick sliding deep into his body and my flesh slamming against his.
Beads of sweat rolled down his pretty face, and I leaned down, planting my lips on his, inhaling every moan, every cry.
The nearing, inching climax tightened every part of my body, holding me in an unbreakable grip, and I murmured the words of warning against Jaxon’s lips.
“Do it,” he huffed. “Inside me, El. Want you inside.”
And those words alone pushed me over the edge before I knew I had reached it quite so fully.
My body released the tension, my dick pulsing and my feet contorting, toes curled on the edge of a cramp, and I rammed into him harder two or three times before burying myself balls-deep and letting my cum fill him.
Jaxon slipped a hand between us, holding his cock while I tightened my hand around his throat. Panicky, hurried moans left his nose as we kissed, and the moment of his orgasm was so clear and unmistakable when his hole tightened almost painfully around the base of my cock.
“Argh!” Jaxon’s voice was lost in my mouth as his hot cum sprayed my chest and abs, making my dick pulse a few more times inside of him.
I peeled my lips off his mouth, and we both heaved deep breaths into our lungs, fighting for air and a moment of respite.
But I didn’t want to part from him. I didn’t want this to stop even if it was over.
I collapsed on top of him, feeling myself slip out slowly as his cum mixed with sweat and smeared between our bodies.
My hand left his throat, and I kissed him again softly, wondering what the daylight would bring. Fearing it, if I were being honest.
“Don’t leave, El,” he whispered.
I lifted my head to look into his eyes. The plea was even louder on his face. So I shook my head, shifting my weight off his body to the bed. “I won’t leave, Jax.”
He rolled over and continued to face me, holding me close against himself. “Good. I want you here tonight.”
The night was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of the city beyond the window.
The room smelled like sweat and skin, like something raw and irreversible.
Jaxon lay on his back, one arm bent behind his head, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
His skin was warm beneath the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds, all golden angles and sharp shadows.
He looked beautiful like this. Relaxed. Unburdened. Mine.
The thought startled me. I swallowed it down, shifting slightly, the sheets rustling against my bare skin. My muscles ached, the kind of ache that felt earned like I had left something of myself in him, and he had taken it without hesitation.
Jaxon’s fingers skimmed the side of my thigh, barely there but enough to tether me to this moment.
His touch had a way of doing that—pulling me back from the places my mind tried to flee.
I should have left already. I should have rolled out of bed, dressed in the dark, and disappeared before morning could strip this night of its secrecy. But I stayed.
Because I wanted to.
Because I had needed this more than I could admit.
He exhaled softly, turning his head toward me. His eyes, heavy-lidded and unreadable, traced the curve of my mouth and my jaw before settling on mine. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t have to.
For once, I let myself have this.
Even if I feared I wouldn’t let myself keep it.