24. Eli #3
He lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around him as the space between us disappears completely. I feel the pressure of his cock at my hole, and my mind scatters as I lock up automatically.
He notices my breathing rising sharply as I try to steady myself.
“Baby Boy,” he whispers against my lips, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve got you, Baby Boy.”
He presses into me gently, his mouth finding mine again, holding me like an anchor in the middle of a storm. The world blurs at the edges as my body hesitates for a moment… then it eases, remembering him in pieces: every breath, his heat, the steady pressure of his hands keeping me close.
Until there’s nothing left to hold onto except him.
So I stop fighting it.
I push down on his dick, and I feel the stretch as he pushes past the first ring of muscle.
He pushes in a little further, his hips thrusting gently, and I take his cock inch by glorious inch until my brain shatters completely.
My legs tighten around him, urging him deeper.
He kisses me, his tongue matching his thrusts until I am fully stretched around him and his balls sit hard up against me, fully seated.
I feel him twitch inside me as my body adapts to his girth. Then he moves, only slightly, but it is enough pleasure to rip through me as he hits my P-spot, pushing back inside me.
His moans break in my ear as he starts to move with me locked against him.
I feel it immediately: the shift in rhythm as his cock moves inside me, claiming me.
He hits my spot each time, his dick rubbing over it in a sensation overload.
Little pieces of fire settle low in my stomach as I push down to meet him.
One of my hands locks onto CJ’s shoulder, the other bracing against the wall beside my head.
I steady myself there, caught between him and the solid pressure of the wall behind me, every movement between us becoming something I meet halfway, pulled into his rhythm until there is no space left to separate us.
It’s all about control and surrender at once, and I am breathless from it.
I feel the shift in him, the rhythm breaking apart, unsteady and urgent as his voice drops against me, rough and unguarded.
“Hold on, Baby Boy.”
The words barely land before everything tightens, overwhelming me.
His hands hold my ass cheeks apart as he moves into me, over and over, hitting my spot with every stroke. There’s no thought left in me now, only the impact of his hips, his dick inside me. He has taken me into a different dimension now, and I am only along for the ride.
My grip tightens on his shoulder as I feel the start of my orgasm approaching.
I drop my forehead against him, holding on as he works my body.
It is his now; he thoroughly owns it. My hips are moving now, trying to meet him, and then it hits me: a sharp, electric spark pulls through my spine, and I feel it spread out under my skin in waves I can’t control.
“Fuck, Eli… baby,” CJ is barely holding onto his words now, his voice breaking in rough, uneven breaths. “You feel so good. Too good.”
A sharp sound tears out of me before I can stop it, my body tightening as everything inside me tips further out of control.
His hand shifts to my dick, pre-cum drooling down my shaft as his hand takes over completely now, stroking my cock with an intensity that leaves no space for anything else.
“Come for me,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“CJ, I’m…” I try, but my words break apart.
“Keep going, baby, come with me,” he breathes against me. “Now.”
And I’m gone. My breath catches, my body locks, and I collapse into the sensation of my orgasm. My cum spills over CJ’s hand and up onto my chest and abs as he holds me through it, pumping my dick.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, watching the man I love unravel in real time.
His head tips back, a breath breaking loose from him, rough and unguarded. I feel his dick twitching inside me, then his hot cum fills me as he peaks with a silent moan. I forget to breathe properly as I watch him, beautiful in his orgasm. His hips pump into me, pushing his cum further inside.
I drag air into my lungs and force myself back to the present, back to CJ.
CJ’s voice comes out rough and completely wrecked. “Holy fuck, Baby Boy.”
He pulls me into him immediately, holding me like I might disappear if he loosens his grip even a little.
A soft kiss is placed against my shoulder, unhurried, as if time has finally stopped rushing us forward. Everything slows with his lips.
The sharp edges of my orgasm start to ease, the tension draining out of my body in quiet waves as we drift down from a height my mind still clings to. There’s no urgency now, only warmth, kisses, and breaths joining as one: the steady weight of him holding me, his cock softening inside of me.
It is just us. Still connected. Still here.
“I love you, Eli,” he says quietly.
And something inside me finally settles. I bury my face against his neck and just hold on.
No more fear, or running. It’s just him and me.
“I love you, CJ,” I whisper into his shoulder.