Chapter 22 Elijah #2
“Oh yeah.” I push on it again, prompting him to groan, his dick twitching against his stomach.
“Tell me when you’re ready. You can take more, can’t you?
I know you can.” I continue, making sure to hit the same spot when his sounds get more primal.
My dick is throbbing against his thigh, and if I don’t deal with it soon, this will be over faster than I’d like.
“Fuck, yes.” He nods furiously. “Take me apart, E. Please. I need you.”
That’s all I need to hear. I gently tug the plug out and set it aside, then coat myself with more lube, stroking it into my aching dick.
I’m absolutely mesmerized, unable to look away. His hole looks beautifully stretched, just ready and waiting for me. I guide my tip to him, holding his wrists lightly as he watches from under hooded eyes.
Holding onto his wrists in one hand, I position my dick at his entrance with the other.
“Do it,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine.
“Holy shit, your ass…” I murmur. I ease inside, inch by inch, savoring the tightness. He gasps, chest rising and falling in shaky breaths.
The deeper I go, the tighter he feels, pulling ragged, choppy breaths from my chest. I stop at the first sign of resistance.
“You okay?” I pant, brushing my lips against his. "You want me to stop?" I stop moving, waiting for his response.
"No! Fuck, no. Please don’t stop." He whines, lifting his hips like he’s offering himself.
“That’s a good boy.” I smirk, continuing slowly, feeling his hole swallow me. His ass sucks me down so well that I may just cry.
The ache in my balls intensifies as Tobias writhes beneath me, teetering on the edge. The sounds spilling from his mouth only make it feel better.
Holding onto his wrists, my knuckles go bone-white as I drive into him.
He continues kissing me, the flick of his tongue against mine pushing me closer and closer to the brink.
“Do I feel good for you, baby?” He inhales a shaky breath, nipping at my chin.
“Fucking incredible,” I groan, lowering my head and biting down on his shoulder. The room fills with the slapping noises of my thighs against his ass. I keep aiming for that sweet spot inside of him, every time I hit it, he tenses so sweetly around me. It’s all so much.
I wish I could last longer. I really do. But…
“I—I can’t,” I mutter, feeling my control slipping. “I can’t hold on.”
My body tenses, as the pressure boils over.
“It’s okay. Give it to me.” He nods, grasping my face.
The pleasure blinds me as I lose it. A low, guttural moan rips out of my chest as the pleasure floods my veins, climbs up my back, and tears through me.
“Oh fffuck—T,” I cry out, jerking my hips inside of him.
He grabs onto me, holding me against his chest while I blissfully tumble through the motions. The orgasms he gives me are so good, I don’t even think they’re real.
Sedated and dazed, he rolls me over onto my back.
Tobias hovers over me, sinking his fingers inside of his mouth.
I watch as he lowers them to my ass, opening me up like only he knows how. My eyes roll back as his fingers enter me, scissoring their way in to make me feel comfortable.
I can’t find it in me to care for the person who shares a wall with me while countless moans escape my mouth. Tobias smirks, covering my lips with his palm as he lowers to kiss the back of his hand. Looking me in the eyes, he pumps his fingers in and out of me slowly, as though he has all night.
My senses go into overdrive as he curls his fingers, brushing against that beautiful spot that I love so much.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hang on for dear life. “You’re gonna make me come again, aren’t you.”
“I missed you so much. Let me make you feel good,” he says, wrapping his hand around my dick.
My back arches as a desperate sound leaves my mouth.
“Yes, Angel.” I whimper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
A slow smile pulls at his lips, almost like it’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
Wrapping his hands around my thighs, he slides me down the bed, hooking my thighs over his arms.
I gasp as he wastes no more time, taking his dick and aligning it at my hole.
“If I truly showed you, we’d never stop,” he says quietly.
My eyes widen as I feel him breach me, stretching around his head.
“Oh shit, shit, shit,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. I let out a broken sound as he deepens his thrust. “Don’t stop.”
“I can’t stop,” he breathes, rocking his hips further inside of me.
“Good.” I groan, clenching the sheets beside me.
Before I know it, Tobias bottoms out inside of me. Thrusting in and out like it’s his only mission in life.
No longer soaked from the rain, he’s glistening from sweat. We both are. Panting, moaning, a complete mess. Just how I like it.
“Mmmffuck—” I shudder. We’re so intertwined it’s like we’re one. My dick is thick and leaking once again on my stomach, and Tobias takes notice, wrapping his hand around it, pumping me vigorously. “Oh shit—” I gasp.
I see a devilish smirk on his lips as he watches me, enjoying how much he makes me crumble. Tobias will never admit it but he loves the power he holds over me. Watching me melt into him. I know it and I love it too.
The grip he has on my thighs starts to deepen. I can feel he’s as close as I am.
“E. I’m—” His eyes pinch shut as his hips start to stutter.
I nod my head, knowing and feeling what we’re both feeling. “Yes, baby, let go,” I urge, bucking my hips up to help him keep the pace.
This only makes him groan harder, thrusting deeper and pressing against my prostate, forcing a ragged moan to tear from my chest.
“Tell me to come. I want to come for you,” he exhales.
“Give it to me, Angel. Give me what I want—” before I can finish the sentence, I feel his whole body go rigid, warmth filling me from the inside. His clenched abs brush against my dick, making the perfect friction as I spill all over my stomach. I’m absolutely covered while he fills me to the brim.
“Shit,” he gasps, his body twitching from the aftershock.
I continue kissing his temple as he rocks gently inside of me.
“Holy…shit…” I breathe out, fully accepting my fate that my body no longer works.
He nods, kissing me gently on the cheek. “Shit is right.”
***
After a few more minutes of kissing and touching, we finally pull ourselves apart long enough to clean up. Tobias starts unpacking the Thanksgiving dinner he brought, while I put on some music.
“Oh, I almost forgot the biscuits.” Tobias reaches into the cooler he brought, taking out a Ziploc baggy full of freshly baked bread. “Cheesy garlic ones, because I know you like those,” he says, swinging the bag beside me.
I look down at my already half eaten plate full of mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, and turkey.
“That’s it. You’re trying to kill me.” I shake my head, making Tobias laugh around his fork. I’m already full but he knows I cannot resist a cheesy garlic biscuit. “You really came to stuff me…and then stuff me again.” I groan, dipping it in the gravy.
“You’re ridiculous.” Tobias hits me in the chest lightly as he shakes his head, chuckling. “And correct.”
We’re leaning on my twin bed with our backs against the wall and our long legs hanging off the edge. I couldn’t be happier that he chose to dick me down before this eighteen coursed meal because there’s no way I’m moving after this. Man, I just love his cooking. He’s gotten so good.
“Do you remember that one Thanksgiving when we were ten, and you and dad baked all those pumpkin tarts?” I laugh, not being able to contain it.
Tobias huffs out a laugh. “You mean the ones that burnt in the oven because someone,” Tobias fake coughs. “Distracted us with his magic tricks?”
I shrug smugly, remembering the way I tricked them both into thinking I had no thumbs. “A sign I was getting too good.”
This makes Tobias burst out with laughter. My heart warms at the sound. I watch him shake his head and lick some gravy off his thumb. “Slow down there, Houdini.”
I blink slowly, a soft smile on my face. “I can’t believe you came all this way.” It must be the hundredth time I’ve said it since he’s gotten here, but I don’t care. “You really did that for me.”
Tobias sighs, rubbing my thigh. “I can honestly say that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
My eyes drift over him as he continues munching on some of the mashed potatoes, and I can’t help but feel an intense feeling come over me. Is it sadness? No. Thankfulness?
I clear my throat, struggling to keep the tears down that threaten to escape.
Tobias’s eyebrows pinch as he looks at me. “E, what’s wrong?” Setting down his plate beside him, he turns to me, cupping the back of my neck so I have to look at him.
I huff out a laugh. “It’s stupid. I just…”
“Talk to me,” Tobias whispers, combing a piece of my hair behind my ear.
I look at his ocean blue eyes. “I was having a sad night before you came…a really sad one.”
He nods his head softly as he squeezes my thigh. I know he understands more than anyone else. He doesn’t even have to say it.
I continue. “And I just…I feel like you were meant to be here. Almost like you were pulled to me.” I look up at him, with tears threatening to fall.
He takes one long look at me. Taking a big breath in, he rests his forehead against mine. “God…I’m so happy I came.”
“Me too. I wish you could stay forever.” My eyes light up at that idea. “Maybe you can. Just stay all year and I’ll sneak you caf food. You like old granola bars and stale turkey wraps, right!?”
Tobias laughs, sitting back up properly. “If you’re buying, I can’t complain.”