10. Jaxon #2
As the tension rose, still far from the crescendo I desired, I took him deeper, moving my hands down to his thighs and using only my mouth. His dick slid down my throat, cutting the flow of air and sound instantly, and tears welled in my eyes as I held my head low.
My dick throbbed in the tight confines of my briefs, the heat of lust searing my insides.
I lifted my head, letting Elio’s cock slip out of my mouth and flap against his stomach, standing upright a moment later and throbbing visibly in the moonlight. My saliva reflected the silver sheen of light against his smooth skin.
Elio put his hands on my face instantly, pulling me closer, and kissed my wet lips without hesitation.
When I pulled my head a little back and looked into his eyes, I didn’t wonder if he desired me or not.
The answer was so clear in his eyes that I doubted I would ever wonder again.
It’s not whether he likes me or not that is the question, I reminded myself, then shut down that voice with fury.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Right here. Right now.”
The risk made it hotter, and I didn’t even blink. It was an axiom of my bloodline. It was in my DNA to push the limits. So I hooked my thumbs inside my underwear and sweatpants and slid them down my ass, baring my cheeks as Elio’s hands traveled down my back.
He cupped my butt and held it firmly, squeezing my cheeks as his chest rose with a deep breath of air. He nodded. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it here.”
As I lifted my torso and knelt around Elio’s waist, he sat up and pressed his lips between my pecs, kissing me slowly down the middle of my torso while kneading my ass with firm, determined hands. It only made my dick hurt more with every pulse.
Inside my pocket, a small pack of lube waited until Elio pulled my sweatpants lower, dragging my dick down with the waistband of my briefs.
I held my breath, the pain and pleasure soaring through me with the swiftly rising tension until the moment the waistband slipped over my cock and it sprang up.
Elio yanked my clothes down, and I only got up to pull them off each leg and slip the lube out of the pocket before returning to Elio’s lap. His hand eagerly embraced my dick and stroked it gently while I swung my hips back and forth over his lap.
I picked up the pack of lube and tore it open with my teeth, pouring it over my fingers and rubbing his cock with a slick hand until it was completely wet and slathered with lube.
My desire for a sensual, unifying experience warred with the urgency to just take him, claim him, bring him into my body, and have him whisper my name.
As I swayed my hips backward, his slick cock pressed between my cheeks, its entire length sliding through the tight space.
I held it against my body with my hand, pressing its underside as Elio thrust his hips up.
His hands moved to my waist, and his gaze descended to my cock, standing upright, and my balls pressed against his lower abdomen.
He bit his lip, eyes widening as if he still couldn’t believe it.
I’d been with straight guys who wanted the experience of the whole spectrum of genders and sexualities.
I’d been with guys who thought they wanted it with a guy only to shrug later and realize it wasn’t for them.
I’d been with curious guys who discovered their bisexuality with a big grin on their faces and who fucked like angels.
But I had never before been with a guy who was in pain after realizing the truth about himself.
I’d never been someone’s cold shower of awakening and someone’s dirty secret.
The feeling was oddly wonderful. It tasted exactly the way I imagined the apple tasted in Eve’s mouth.
I lifted myself a few inches above and held him firmly in my fist before letting my body sink again. The slick tip of his cock pressed hard against my hole, pressure rocketing high and my breath catching. This time, I knew what to expect, though I had always suspected Elio would be a challenge.
I bit my lower lip, directing my attention there, and held my breath. My abs tensed as I made my hole relax and welcome the rising pressure of his cock.
Elio held my gaze without a blink, not letting it break, and made his fingers sink into the soft flesh of my waist, keeping me still. The first try sent ripples of mild, distant pain through me. It went away as suddenly as it had come, letting me try again.
My toes curled as I sat on him, impaling myself on his big cock with one hard push, sinking down his length until I could feel him inside my body.
My gaze ripped free of his face, scanning the door and letting the small ball of heat expand in my stomach and chest.
Elio used his hands to lift me gently before yanking me down, burying his dick in me with a satisfying grunt, his length reaching deeper, the tip rubbing gently against my prostate. The moment I felt that blessed, blissful pressure, a moan broke free of my strangled throat.
Some otherworldly force took hold of me. It didn’t care about discomforts or dangers, didn’t know about the limits. It made me move back and forth, up and down, until I dug my fingernails into Elio’s hard pecs and bounced on him with loud smacks of bare flesh on bare flesh.
That moment, when passion blinds you and takes total control over you, was like staring into the face of god. When two bodies understood one another so fully, there was no greater feeling. And Elio understood me.
He pulled me down hard, thrusting his hips and giving me his all, and I took it with just a gasp, slamming myself down on him and letting our bodies pay the price.
The danger, the risk, the delicious knowledge that someone walking through the door could ruin my life in an instant and I wouldn’t regret it was more than I could take.
I dragged myself forward and backward, rubbing against Elio while taking him deep into my body, and leaned down to kiss him.
He bent his knees, pressed his heels into the recliner, and used his incredible strength to launch his hips up, ramming his dick into me like he never could before.
I would bet my life on this, though I didn’t know it for a fact.
You’ll never think of a girl again, I thought, kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth.
It was as though I could make him more mine if I just dragged him into my freaks and kinks.
If he went far with me—further than he’d never been—he wouldn’t want to go back.
He would be mine forever. If nothing else, the secrets we shared would keep him near me.
So I took his left hand and pressed it against my ass, navigating his fingers to the place of the greatest pleasure of my life until his fingers and mine felt his cock filling me mercilessly.
Without hesitation, I pressed his fingers harder.
“Inside, El,” I whispered over his lips. “I want more of you.”
I could feel his breath hitching in his throat. A beat followed, and then he thrust his hips higher, ramming himself into me just as his index finger slipped into the tight space of my hole.
I cried into his mouth once, then bit his lip and hissed through my teeth. It wasn’t painful. Pain was something that carried no weight here. It was simply different—a wholly different sort of intimacy. I wanted him to feel it on the tip of his finger, this thing we were doing.
My dick pulsed, and my hole clenched instantly, making Elio grunt.
I knew it felt good. I knew it was an eye-popping sensation at the base of his cock that made him want to explode.
I knew his heart was leaping, soaring through unseen heights, when I closed my hands on his pecs and pressed him hard against the recliner.
His curly hair was matted with sweat, and his face shone in the pale moonlight. A thin layer of perspiration covered his body, slick under my palms, and I explored his torso, grappling and groping, feeling him with all I had.
“Just like that, El,” I said.
“Jax,” he whispered in a heated breath. “Fuck, I…oh, Jaxon.” His voice cracked, and he pushed his finger deeper into me, his dick sliding in and out as he tensed his abs and lifted his hips off the recliner.
My name on his lips, when we were naked and more sinful than Lucifer himself, more indulgent than the richest kings of ancient times, was unlike anything I’d known before.
Lost in our sighs and gasps, I surrendered my soul to the moonlight and to Elio. I gave in to my deepest, darkest desire to not just have him all for myself but to have him where anyone could catch us.
For a moment, clarity threatened to shake me into awareness.
He would never forgive me if we were caught.
He would never look at me if this was the way he came out.
But the dirty danger of the possibility looming over us when we were so far lost in the heat of our passion only made me want to push it further.
Not yet, I begged him as his breaths grew shallower. Make it last.
Elio’s finger slipped out of my body, its slickness apparent when he grabbed my ass and yanked me down on his cock, penetrating me deep and slamming my body against his. My balls pressed against his abdomen, and my dick throbbed, swinging with each leap.
I kissed Elio again, taking his tongue into the depths of my mouth.
He didn’t shy away from becoming one with me, body and soul, and I loved him all the more for it.
I did love him. Years had gone by, and I’d done my very best to hate him, but I never could.
Beneath the anger, beneath the need for revenge, I loved him more than I loved life itself.
Elio sat up. His arms wrapped around my waist, his chest pressing against mine, and he swung me back and forth.
The movement was small, just enough to shift the angle of his cock inside me, pressing against my prostate back and forth, but that wasn’t the point.
What mattered was this insurmountable need for closeness.