He didn’t mean that he couldn’t be overpowered; he meant that mentally, emotionally, he was stronger than past lovers, who’d ended up submitting to him instead of him being the one bottoming.
I grinned at him and heard his moan of anticipation and yearning. “You want that? You want me to hold you down?”
I saw so many different emotions run across his face, all the things he thought he should say. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to.”
“Not what I asked,” I whispered, releasing his hair, lifting up to slip my hand around the back of his neck and draw him toward me. “I asked if you want me to hold you down and fuck you.”
The full-body shudder was extremely telling, even more so than his words. “Yes, Eli,” he whimpered, his voice breaking. “I want to belong to you.”
“You already do,” I growled because he had to know. “You’ve always been mine. From the start.”
“Yes,” he choked out.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, and he surged forward and kissed me, taking my mouth in a ravenous kiss, yanking his clothes off at the same time, breaking contact for a moment as he frantically pulled a long-sleeve T-shirt over his head, and then his lips were back on mine, sucking on my tongue as he moaned wantonly.
I’d never been wanted more, and as I pulled off my T-shirt and pushed my shorts to my ankles, his left arm got caught between us and he lost his balance and dropped onto my chest. His skin was hot and smooth, and when I wrapped him in my arms, he melted against me.
“Eli,” he purred, and the sound of him, all submissive like he never was, drilled down to the core of me.
He didn’t give himself to others, only to me.
I took our cocks in hand, pressing them tight together, and then rolled him to his back so my weight was pushing him down under me.
“Eli!” he yelled, squirming against me, and seeing his face, the surprise, the sudden fear, I kissed him gently, softly, before claiming his mouth, stroking our cocks until I felt him go rigid and his hot cum on my fingers.
I chuckled into his mouth.
He broke the kiss and stared up at me, and I saw the worry and confusion.
“You think I don’t want everything you said?”
“Do you?” He sucked in a breath, licking his lips. “Or did you change your mind and—”
“I want you,” I said flatly. “My brain caught up to where my heart already was.”
He smiled suddenly. “It was okay for you to have sex with strangers because it didn’t matter. You weren’t going to see them again.”
“Yes.”
“But it was different with Natalie––”
“I don’t want to talk about––”
“And now with me,” he said, talking over me, “because it had to be more, because it already is more.”
He was right. My body had not been in sync with my mind, had not connected friendship and sex, pleasure and love, but they were now suddenly in perfect alignment because it was Cel. It only worked because it was him. “Yes,” I agreed, sliding my fingers through his cum on both our cocks. “This is new but very good.”
“Oh God,” he groaned, twitching beneath me. “Eli, lemme go get my lube and condoms so we can—”
“Lube yes, condoms no,” I told him, and watched his eyes widen in surprise. “Neither of us has sex without protection, and how long has it been for you anyway?”
Quick scowl. “I would rather not say.”
I bent and kissed his throat, and he gasped when I bit him.
“Oh, Eli, please, I want you to put marks all over me. Please, please, please.”
“How long?” I asked again, kissing behind his ear, feeling him shudder in my arms.