Chapter 20 Elias #2
He sits ramrod straight, rolling his neck a few times, the way you would if you were sitting in a library.
Sometimes he’s typing so frantically, the pressure of his fingers on the keys makes the rest of his body move.
It’s a miniscule movement, but being inside him like this, completely still, means I can feel every miniscule movement as if it’s enormous.
He doesn’t even seem to be in a rush. His breathing has calmed and I wonder if he’s forgotten I’m even there.
I worried I might get bored or restless, just sitting there, not able to move while Ben writes a paper on economics.
I had thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with what he was writing.
He’s writing a top level paper on a subject I’ve never studied, and he’s doing it as a senior at an Ivy League school.
But I’m surprised to be able to follow everything but the tables and charts.
When he speaks to me, it’s like I’ve been dragged out of a trance.
“Are you bored?”
I swallow. “Definitely not bored.”
I catch his smile. He wriggles a little and I grip his hips to keep him in place.
“Keep writing.”
“Do you understand it?”
“Actually, more than I thought I would.”
“Good. If a layman can’t understand any of it, it means it’s far too convoluted.”
“I’m a particularly stupid layman too, so you must be on the money.”
“You’re not stupid.”
We’re quiet for a moment. He takes a deep breath before he starts typing again.
“How close to finishing are you?”
“The paper?”
When he laughs, it vibrates deliciously through my cock.
“Yes, the paper.”
“I’m about ninety-percent done.”
“Would it be too distracting if I rubbed your back?”
He tries to wriggle again and I hold him in place. “I can only do it if you promise to stay still.”
“I’ll stay still. I’ll be good. I promise.”
I fail to keep in the satisfied groan before it escapes me.
“Good.”
I keep one hand clamped on his waist while the other greedily roams his back. He rolls his neck but keeps typing.
“Oh, God,” he whispers.
“Keep working.”
He starts grinding and clenching as he types out the last few lines. This time, I let him.
“Do you need to edit it too?”
God, please say no!
“Not right now. I can do that in the morning before I hand it in.”
“Good.”
I watch his feet as he comes up onto his toes and pushes back. He types ‘the end’ into the document.
“Are you supposed to be writing ‘the end’ on an academic paper?”
“No, it just felt satisfying to do it now. I’ll delete it when I edit.”
He pushes the laptop to the back of the desk and leans back with a sigh.
“Take this off,” I tug at his polo and he pulls it over his head. Finally, I have unrestrained access to his chest. I let my hands roam greedily as Ben wriggles and grinds in my lap.
He hums, rolling his head. Sweat beads his hairline. Has he been sweating like that the entire time?
When I slide my hand down his stomach and grip the base of his cock, he gasps before letting it go on a drawn-out moan.
I can’t get enough of his neck now I’m allowed to do whatever want. I nip him, suck on that delicious spot between his shoulder and the base of his neck.
I stroke him, smearing precum down his shaft, feeling his whole body buck and stiffen.
“I need to move.”
“You’re in control,” I tell him.
He pushes off and sits up. Gripping the armrests, feet planted on the floor, he raises himself up a couple of inches before sinking back down.
My head falls back on the chair and I feel my eyes roll back. A first thrust has never felt so satisfying. By the noises Ben’s making, he agrees.
He starts to ride me, those impressive thighs doing the work. I just hold on and enjoy the view of my cock pumping in and out of his beautiful ass.
Sweat trickles down his neck and armpits. His movements slow down instead of speeding up.
“Are your thighs burning?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got you.”
I push the chair out from under me, keeping tight hold of Ben as I stand. He grips the desk as he bends over for me. I have to take a second to admire him in this position. Somehow, even bent over his desk, he’s still in control here. In this very second, I live to serve him.
I start slow, rolling my hips and tuning into his moans.
“Faster, please, Elias.”
I do as I’m told, pumping faster.
“Harder.”
I snap my hips and am treated to another filthy moan.
I keep tight hold of his hips so he doesn’t hit his head on the wall.
His hands slide across the desk, unable to get purchase as I thrust relentlessly over and over until he’s clenching and pulsing around my cock, I reach around to milk the last of his orgasm from him, but he’s already twitching and pushes my hand away.
He’s completely wrung out. Over sensitive. I pull out before I come, deciding to delay the gratification even further.
As soon as I pull out, Ben straightens and turns around. His face is flushed, his hair an absolutely disaster. Fuck, he’s sexy.
He looks down at my cock, still hard and wrapped in the condom.
I’m so shocked when he reaches out and snaps the condom off that I let out a little yelp.
Before I can say anything, he’s on his knees, taking me into his mouth.
We haven’t done this yet. I wanted to let him take the lead. Decide if he wanted to or not. He’s looking up at me, those big brown eyes so insatiable. I wonder if anyone who knows him has ever seen him even close to this. I feel honored to be getting this view of him.
He’s looking at me with gratitude and that sleepy look you get in your eyes when you’ve just had an orgasm.
There’s something more, though. There’s a capability for pure submission.
A trust that’s absolute. A pleading. I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Good boy,” I murmur. He closes his eyes and hums around me.
I’m so close, I was on the verge of finishing the second he wrapped his lips around my head. He laps at my slit and swallows what leaks out.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him.
He takes me deeper, speeds up, swirls his tongue as he sucks.
Closing my eyes, I bite my lip and let my head fall back on pure bliss.
“Now, God, fuck, yes.” I think I say it all in German. It doesn’t matter. He gets the sentiment, I’m sure.
Ben swallows around me, keeping me in his mouth while I breathe through it.
He sucks me dry until I’m sensitive. But when I try to gently push him away, he looks up at me with those big eyes while I soften in his mouth. Ahh, okay.
“Do you want to lie down and put me in your mouth while we take a nap?”
His eyes widen. Either I just suggested something obscene or it’s exactly what he wants.
He pulls off finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. When he speaks his voice is hoarse. It makes my stomach burn with desire despite the fact I just had the most satisfying orgasm of my life.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
“God, yes. We’ll take a quick shower first and you can sleep over if you want.”
He nods. Eager as a kitten.
We take turns washing each other, gently brushing our hands over the other’s skin in the tiny shower cluttered with my roommates’ cheap body wash and hairy soap.
When we get back to my room, I pull a blanket over us so we’re not cold and I watch as Ben shimmies down the bed and puts my soft cock in his mouth. He looks so content as he rests his head on my thigh, it’s like a warm hug.
He falls asleep before I do, his lips slackening so that I’m barely inside him. I stroke his face as I doze off.