10. Jaxon #3
I reached around and took his hand off the small of my back, dragging it up my torso, letting him feel my tight, tensing muscles, letting him worship my body for a sweet moment before I dragged his hand to my throat. “Hold me,” I begged.
Elio didn’t need further instructions. His hand closed around my throat, cutting the flow of air to a minimum, making my heartbeats slow down and throb in my head.
“Fuck,” I croaked, voice raspy, and gripped his wrist as Elio used his hand and my neck to drag me down his length.
“Harder.” My voice was simply air squeezing through my tight throat.
My eyes watered. I wanted this desire for disaster exorcised out of me, and this was the only way I could think to get it done.
“Jax,” Elio said, flinching.
“Make me come,” I whispered.
Elio’s other hand found my cock and closed around it, stroking its length while he held my throat.
He stared into my eyes, exerting himself to the maximum as he swung his hips and fucked me, his hands working me everywhere that mattered.
I held on to him, both hands wrapped around his forearm, and let myself be carried into the soaring heights that were followed by the endless plunge of the orgasm that rocked my body.
Hot cum spilled over Elio’s fingers and sprayed my stomach and his. The sensation spread through my nervous system until I could feel the same tingling in my toes and in my fingertips, in my eyes and ears and balls, deep inside my stomach and in my heart.
Elio’s hand around my throat relaxed, letting me suck in a deep breath of sweet, cooling air, and I moved my hips quickly to bring Elio to the edge that I had just leaped off.
His breathing quickened. His hand still worked my cock, making me pant and moan, and I moved it away when the sensation grew too intimate and intense to go on.
I lifted his hand while I rode him and brought the back of it to my lips.
Heartbeat by delicious heartbeat, I sucked and licked off the cum that cooled on the back of his hand, letting him watch with a mixture of surprise and newfound lust. Without flinching, I shoved his hand away and slammed my lips against his, letting him taste me off my own tongue.
He throbbed instantly, his dick pumping inside my body, filling me with his cum. He kept on kissing me hungrily, sucking my tongue into his mouth with a desperation that turned me on anew, and I rode him without giving him a moment to breathe and rest.
And it was done. Over.
At the journey’s end, I lay on top of Elio’s collapsed figure, holding on to him while sweat and cum and secrets grew cold and dry on our bodies. I held on to him, biting his earlobe lazily, my nose buried in his rich, wild hair, taking in the scents of his shampoo.
We’d made it safe to the other side, though we were still at risk of being caught naked on the lounger on the shared roof.
The slowly dawning realization of what I’d made us do threatened to unravel me, so I shut it out of my mind and whispered into Elio’s ear. “We better get dressed.”
“You’re right,” he agreed, but he wouldn’t unlock the hold his arms had around my body. “I’m just struggling to let you go.”
The words nearly overwhelmed me, but he let go after all, and we dressed in silence.
He was still, peaceful, gazing up at the full moon, which reached the zenith just now.
A wispy cloud dragged across the sky and hid part of the moon from our vision, but more than half of it still glowed like a thick roll of cheese.
I stepped up behind Elio and wrapped my arms around his body, pressing us together. The fact that my crotch was pressed so hard against his ass didn’t escape either of us. Elio’s neck tensed, but I kissed it.
“Do you ever want to…um…switch?” he asked, voice going dry on the last word.
I kept kissing his neck. It had crossed my mind.
Part of it was a vengeful, evil little person that was still stuck deep inside me.
Yeah, it thought. I wanna fuck your brains out and leave you a broken heap on the floor, drowning in my cum.
But I wanted that person to die. I wanted that person disposed of without ceremony, tossed overboard into the abyss.
“Only if you’d like that,” I said.
“You’re not…strictly…?” he mumbled and trailed off.
“Bottom? No. I lean that way, though,” I said. “But I’ve topped before.”
“You’re tensing again,” I said, chuckling. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t insist if you’re not sure.”
“What? No. That’s not…” He fell quiet and cleared his throat. His hand rose to cover mine where it rested on his chest, my arm still wrapped partly around his body. In the voice of someone who was clearly guilty and couldn’t get away with it, he said, “I hate thinking of you with other guys.”
I couldn’t hold my hand back from pressing him tighter, pulling his body closer against mine. “Are you the jealous type?”
“Don’t know,” Elio said. “I haven’t been jealous before. Then again, I’ve never been with someone I wanted just like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, begging to be indulged.
“Like…” Elio began and wandered off, then turned around to face me.
“Like this.” He looked into my eyes, towering above me and shading me from the moonlight.
His beautiful eyes were so intense and focused on me as he leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn’t a kiss like any I’d ever had before.
The physicality of it was unchanged—lips pressed together, noses sliding and settling next to one another, cheekbones meeting lightly—but the feeling was different.
It felt like a desire of a whole different kind.
It felt like the yearning for a forever that was still so distant and unlikely.
I knew the dangers of this. Not just of fucking under the starry sky but of leading a guy through his first gay experiences and having to give him up when one man wasn’t enough in this short, fleeting life.
I’d been left behind before, quite politely, if I may say so. “It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t see myself in a relationship, you know?” I’d heard it so many times that the approximate number would condemn me as promiscuous.
He kissed me, and I let go of those fears for a moment.
Whatever came next, I would welcome it. After the first time, I’d expected him to freak out and run away.
Now, I feared him going away to screw the whole new world of young, hot possibilities.
One day, I would either be proven right, or I would stop being so fucking afraid.
When he pulled his head away and looked into my eyes, my knees buckled. “Like that?” I asked.
He nodded.
We held one another’s gaze for a while longer, and then I pulled him into a hug. “Stay with me.”
“Yes.”
Taking his hand into mine, I led him away from the roof and the moon and the stars into the safety and discretion of my room. Locking the door, I leaned against it and watched as Elio crossed my room, thanking the stars that he was really here.
Then, pushing myself away from the door, I followed him to the bed.