Chapter Eighteen Elliot #2
He growls into the kiss and snaps his hips up, driving into me hard enough to make me see stars.
"Mine," he agrees. "All mine."
The pace increases. I'm bouncing on his cock now, riding him hard and fast, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. Sweat beads on my forehead, runs down my chest. Every nerve in my body is alight, every sensation amplified.
"Touch me," I gasp. "Jace, please, I need—"
His hand wraps around my cock. Strokes me in time with my movements. The dual stimulation is almost too much, pleasure cresting higher and higher with each thrust.
"That's it." His voice is dark velvet in my ear. "Take what you need. Use me. Come on my cock."
I'm close. So close. The tension coils tighter in my belly, my balls drawing up, my muscles clenching around him.
"Jace—"
"I've got you." He strokes faster, thumbs the sensitive head. "Let go. I've got you."
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me like lightning, pulsing hot between us, coating his hand and his stomach. I clench down hard on his cock, inner muscles spasming, wringing a ragged groan from his throat.
He thrusts up once, twice, three times, and then he's coming too, flooding me with warmth, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
I collapse onto his chest, spent and trembling. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as the aftershocks roll through us both.
Neither of us moves for a long time.
His cock softens inside me, eventually slipping free. I feel his cum drip out, running down my thighs. It should be uncomfortable. Instead, it feels like proof. Evidence that this happened. That we're here, together, alive.
"Elliot." His voice is hoarse.
"Mm."
"That was..."
"Yeah." I press a kiss to his collarbone. "It was."
His hand strokes down my spine, lazy and tender. The fire has burned to embers, but neither of us moves to stoke it. The warmth between our bodies is enough.
"I want to do that again," I say.
"Now?"
"Soon." I shift, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles. "Give me a few minutes."
His chest rumbles with a laugh. An actual laugh. The sound is so unexpected that I lift my head to look at him.
He's smiling. A real smile, not the controlled curve I've seen before. Something open and unguarded.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "I just didn't know I could feel like this."
"Like what?"
He considers. Searching for words the way he always does, precise and careful even now.
"Content," he says finally. "Satisfied. Like there's nowhere else I need to be and nothing else I need to do. Like this moment is enough."
My throat tightens. I duck my head, hiding my face against his chest.
"That's how you make me feel too," I whisper. "Every time you touch me. Every time you look at me like I matter."
"You do matter." His arms tighten around me. "You're the only thing that matters."
The second time is slower.
We've cleaned up, changed the sheets, let our bodies recover. But the wanting hasn't faded. If anything, it's stronger now, sharpened by satisfaction instead of dulled by it.
This time, Jace takes control.
He lays me out on my back, arranges my limbs the way he wants them. My arms above my head, wrists crossed. My legs spread, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. Open and exposed and entirely at his mercy.
"Don't move," he says. "Not until I say you can."
I shiver. Nod.
He kisses me deep and thorough while his hands roam my body, touching every inch of skin. His fingers trace patterns I can't decipher, mapping territories he's already claimed.
"I want to taste you," he says against my mouth.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless. "God yes."
He starts at my throat. Open-mouthed kisses that leave damp trails on my skin. He finds my pulse point and sucks hard enough to leave a mark, branding me where everyone will see.
Down to my chest, where he spends long minutes on my nipples. Licking circles around the areola, then flicking his tongue across the sensitive peaks. When he takes one into his mouth and sucks, the sensation shoots straight to my cock.
"Jace—"
"Quiet. I'm not done. It’s your turn to be tortured."
He moves to the other nipple. Gives it the same treatment while his fingers twist and pinch the first, keeping both of them hard and aching. By the time he's satisfied, they're swollen and tender, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
Lower. Over my stomach, following the sparse trail of hair that leads from my navel. He dips his tongue into the hollow, makes me squirm with the ticklish sensation.
He bypasses my cock entirely, despite its obvious interest, and moves to my inner thighs instead.
"Jace, please—"
"Patience." His breath ghosts over my skin, making me shudder. "I told you. Every inch."
He bites the soft flesh of my thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. I moan, hips jerking off the bed, but I keep my hands where he put them.
He does it again on the other side. Then soothes the bites with his tongue, lapping at the reddened skin until the sting fades to warmth.
"You mark so beautifully," he murmurs against my thigh. "I could spend hours just watching the bruises bloom. Putting my teeth into you. Making you carry evidence of me for days."
"Please—"
"Please what?" He looks up, chin resting on my hip, eyes dark with intent. "Tell me what you want. Use your words."
"Touch me. Taste me. Put your mouth on me." The words tumble out, desperate and unfiltered. "I need to feel you. I need you to make me come. Please, Jace, please—"
He takes pity on me. Lowers his head and swallows my cock in one smooth motion, his fingers circling my asshole before pushing in and out, in time with his mouth..
I cry out, hands nearly breaking position before I catch myself. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, working me with skill I didn't know he possessed. He takes me deep, relaxes his throat, lets me thrust up into it.
His hands grip my hips, holding me down when I try to fuck up into his face. He controls the rhythm, the depth, the pace. All I can do is lie there and take it.
Then he pulls off and moves lower.
"Lift your hips," he commands.
I obey. He shoves a pillow under me, angling my body so I'm completely exposed. His hands spread my cheeks, and for a moment he just looks.
"Jace—"
"Beautiful," he says. "Still open from before. Still wet."
His tongue finds my entrance. Still slick and loose from earlier, still sensitive from being stretched and filled. He licks over the pucker, and my body jolts like I've been electrified.
"Oh god. Oh fuck, Jace—"
He eats me out with the same focused intensity he brings to everything. Tongue pushing inside, licking at my inner walls, tasting his own release mixed with my body. He fucks me with his tongue, in and out, while his thumb rubs circles around my rim.
It's filthy and intimate and so good I can barely breathe.
"Touch yourself," he says against my hole, the vibration making me whimper. "Stroke your cock while I eat this perfect ass."
My hand flies to my cock, wrapping around the shaft, jerking myself in time with the thrusts of his tongue. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Heat builds in my spine, coils tight in my belly.
"I'm close," I warn him. "Jace, I'm going to—"
He doubles down, tongue pushing deeper, one finger sliding in alongside to press against my prostate.
I come with a shout, spilling across my own stomach while his tongue works me through it. The orgasm seems to last forever, pulsing and cresting in waves, leaving me shattered and shaking on the bed.
When he finally rises over me, his chin is wet and his eyes are wild.
"I need to be inside you," he says. "Now."
"Yes. God, yes. Fuck me. Please."
He slides in easily this time, my body welcoming him like coming home. The angle is different from before, deeper, more intense, hitting places inside me that make me see white.
He braces himself on his forearms, caging me with his body, and sets a slow, grinding rhythm that has me falling apart all over again.
"You're everything," he says into my ear. "Everything I didn't know I needed. Everything I never thought I could have."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pull him deeper. Dig my heels into his ass, urging him to go harder, faster.
"Then take it. Take everything. It's yours."
The rhythm builds. Slow gives way to fast, gentle to urgent. He drives into me with increasing force, each thrust punching a sound from my throat. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed frame creaks in protest.
I'm already hard again, impossibly, trapped between our bodies, the friction pushing me toward another edge.
"Such a good boy for me," he says. "Come with me."
He angles his hips and hits that spot inside me dead-on. Once, twice, three times. On the fourth, I break, clenching around him as the orgasm rips through me.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep and pulsing hot inside me.
We hold each other through the aftershocks. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding in sync. Bodies slick with sweat and release.
"I love you," I say.
The words slip out before I can stop them. Before I can second-guess or take them back.
Jace goes still above me.
For a terrible moment, I think I've made a mistake. Said too much too soon. Broken whatever fragile thing we've been building.
Then he kisses me. Soft and sweet, the gentlest kiss he's ever given me.
"Stay with me," I say.
"Always."
He rolls to the side, pulls me against his chest. I tuck my head under his chin and let myself drift.