Chapter 26
MATTY
I'm woken up by warm lips trailing down my neck. A hand skirts down my side, sliding under my shirt and riding up my chest. I arch into the touch, moaning softly into the pillow my face is pressed against.
“Morning, Princess.” Elias’ hot breath elicits goosebumps across my skin, spurring my body to seek more contact.
When my back bumps his chest his arm tightens around me. “Where’s Cal?” Because the way his mouth is sucking deep bruises along my neck has my libido on high alert, and I might cry if he’s teasing me.
“With my mother. Don’t worry, birthday boy, it’s just you and me.”
With a growl of arousal rising in my throat, I thread my fingers into the blond of his hair and tug until he lets me guide his mouth to mine. The hand on my chest slides up to wrap loose fingers around my throat just as another slips into my boxers.
“Elias,” I breathe into his mouth, our tongues going wild as my hips chase the friction of his fingers. “Need your mouth.”
He smiles against my lips, rolling my dick sinfully between his fingers. “You have it.”
I squirm and buck into his hand. “Need your mouth on my cock, troublemaker.”
“Want me to suck your sweet little dick? Make you come?”
My grip on his hair tightens, and I nod as his ministrations get faster, working me harder, closer to an orgasm I’m not ready for.
“Hmm, I can do that. On one condition.”
When I whine, he smiles and steals another kiss, this one chaste, making my lips tingle.
“After you come, I want you to fuck my ass.”
My eyes blow wide, and that sweet smile turns into a dirty grin.
I love him so fucking much.
“I’m your princess, remember?” I brush my lips over his mouth. “You want my dick? Come take it. You’re not going to make me do the work on my birthday, are you?”
The kiss is like drowning, his tongue in my mouth nearly suffocating, but all it does is make me hornier. I turn in his arms, bring a hand to his ass and press him against me.
I’ve missed this so fucking much. It’s only been a week, but the way my body just lights up when he touches me? Nothing in the world can compare.
“Fuck the blowjob. Tell me you have a dildo because I want you to ride me so fucking hard.”
The only sex toy I brought was a vibrator in case I got desperate. This wasn’t a trip for filming or fucking my lonely hole in the wake of the break Elias and I have been on; but I’m sure hoping he has other plans.
“I may have visited a shop early this morning for this very purpose.”
“Sexy fucker,” I groan, dragging his mouth back to mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” His fingers find the band of my boxers and shove them away, and by the way his hard cock brushes my hip tells me he’s gotten rid of his just as fast. “Lay back and let me take care of us both.”
No complaints from me. I close my eyes as he leaves little kisses down my abdomen, swipes his tongue over my hardening dick, then disappears leaving me aching for him. Fingers wrap around my ankle, first one then the other, guiding me into the familiar feel of a harness.
As I lift my ass for him to get it settled into place, I’m pleasantly surprised by something cool and slick prodding at my entrance.
I pop my eyes open to meet Elias’ sheepish smile. “I wanted to make sure we’d both enjoy ourselves.”
He slips one side of the double ended dildo into my hole until it’s all the way seated and the harness is flush against my pelvis. Biting down on his lip, Elias grabs the shaft and pumps it, working the other end inside me until I shudder and throw my head back.
Just when I think this man—my man—can’t get any hotter, he throws his legs over my hips and reaches back, slowly pulling a thick, black plug out of his asshole.
“Tell me you weren’t lying in this bed playing with your ass while I was asleep.”
He notches the dildo at his well stretched hole. “The plan was to play with yours, but I got curious.”
A laugh tickles in the back of my throat. “Then it made you horny so you woke me up to beg me to fuck you?”
It’s mesmerizing to watch the thick, pink silicone sink into his ass, disappearing inch by inch as he squeezes his eyes shut and fists the rumpled comforter beside him.
I think it might be pain, but then a needy whimper slips through his lips, and I realize it’s impatience. He’s being gentle with himself.
Fuck that.
I snap my hips up, watching every last inch of the dildo punch into him. Elias’ eyes go wide, and a sharp cry leaves his throat. His gaze finds mine, chest heaving, and he bends over me with a heavy, commanding look.
“I think the birthday boy just lost the right to come.”
A shiver runs from my head to my toes, only growing stronger when he grips my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, Princess.” His lips ghost the corner of my mouth. “I want to see you squirm.”
With a wicked little flick of his tongue at the seam of my lips, he starts riding me with a reckless abandon, slamming himself on the toy so hard the end inside me jolts to get deeper.
I’m so used to us needing to be quiet that I pinch my lips closed against the wave of pleasured moans and whimpers clawing at my throat, but Elias presses a finger hard to my mouth until I open for him and they come flying out.
Then, his hand is back to holding my wrist, and he’s fucking himself down on me like a desperate fucking whore.
He does something with his hips—a twisting motion—that rocks the dildo in my hole right up on that sweet spot I can never quite hit on my own.
“Elias,” I gasp as he does it again and again, hitting and grinding the toy into the same spot until my body starts to shake like a leaf in his hold. “I’m so close. Please. Harder. More.”
I’m babbling, riding the edge of this orgasm with the hint of frustration that penetration isn’t enough. It feels so good, and I can almost, almost will myself over, but I’m stuck on the cusp and at the mercy of a man chasing his own release.
Elias lifts a hand to wrap it around his cock, pumping in time with the thrusts. His hips falter, and the dildo moving between us becomes an afterthought to the pleasure making him tremble above me.
I can’t take it anymore.
I hook my legs around the back of his and throw my free arm around his shoulder. There’s a moment of surprise before his eyes shut to the pressure of the toy grinding into him.
It’s a clumsy fumble getting us swapped around while making sure I stay firmly lodged in Elias’ greedy ass, but I get him onto his back and drop onto my elbows to immediately start fucking into him as hard as I can.
“That’s how you take a dick,” I pant into his ear as he gasps and writhes, fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as I pound into him. “Good boy. Good fucking boy.”
If I’m not going to come, I’m going to make sure he does enough for the both of us.
Elias likes to call me beautiful, but with his dyed blond hair with little flecks of teal sticking to his glistening cheeks—a mix of sweat and tears—face flushed and lips a deep red from being kissed and bitten, Elias is the breathtaking one.
“You’re mine.” I hover my mouth over his, both of us panting too hard to manage an actual kiss. “My Elias. My troublemaker. Mine.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes flick up to mine a little shiny and wet. “My Princess. My sweetheart. My Matty.”
“Yours. All yours. Fuck, Elias, come for me. Come on my dick like a good boy.”
That does it. His eyes roll back, his hips rock up, and his warm cum splashes between our bodies. I fuck him until his dick runs dry, until he’s pushing at my chest and gasping out my name in rapid pleas.
With a satisfied grin, I sit back on my heels, watching the dildo slip out of him and feeling myself tighten around the end still in me.
But the urge to orgasm is sated, seeing how thoroughly wrecked Elias is, wide eyed and slack jawed, gaze locked on me.
“You really like being my good boy.”
His lips twitch, and he trembles through a chuckle. “So you’re a doll and I’m a dog? We’re a fun pair, aren’t we?”
Even more fun is the way I kiss and suck his skin free of his release, offering the remnants when I reach his mouth, and he tugs me to him hard until we’re a tangle of limbs and tongues and moans because he starts fucking me with the dildo.
“I love you. Happy birthday. I’m a liar. I really want to see you come.”
And then we’re both laughing, and he really means it, because god, does an orgasm feel incredible while I’m uncontrollably laughing into the crook of this wonderful man’s neck.
Maybe we started off a little rocky, a little in denial, but I think I knew from the moment I heard his voice that he’d be the beat my heart moves to. We were drawn together like the perfect melody just waiting to sync up. To get over the hump of our own hang ups.
It won’t be easy. I’ll fight too hard or run too fast. Elias will overthink and overstep. But neither are things we can’t come back from.
I want to find my forever.
I want the kind of happiness that wakes me up in the middle of the night because I have the uncontainable urge to drag Elias into any dimly lit room and dance with me until we dissolve into breathless kisses and wandering hands.
This is home.
Elias Lee is my home.
My happily ever after.