He was so tight and slick, and the muscles that had held my fingers, now clamped down around my cock, clenching and then loosening in spasms.
“Fuck” was all that came out.
“Yes, please, now,” Cel demanded. “I could die.”
He couldn’t, but since I felt exactly the same, I curled over him, his legs sliding up over my shoulders, and I pulled out a fraction before snapping my hips forward and burying myself in his ass.
My name came up from his diaphragm, and it was really loud.
I loved it.
“Do it again,” he coaxed, lifting to try and get me to hurry, his voice ragged, full of gravel and hunger.
Gently, finding my rhythm, feeling his muscles loosen, I began rocking back and forth, stroking inside him, plunging deep, easing back, and then thrusting again and again, harder, deeper, faster, until there was only the sound of slapping flesh, the sweat having no time to cool between us.
“Eli!” he screamed, and I pulled out before he could come.
Flipping him over, putting him on his hands and knees, loving that he was cursing my name, I grabbed hold of his hair, yanking, curving his back, and held him still with another hand on his hip, anchoring him as I began a relentless pounding.
“I’m gonna come,” he barely managed to get out before he spurted over the sheets beneath him, his muscles seizing around me as I stopped breathing and came.
I didn’t pull out, there was no way I could have, so instead I bent over his back and kissed a trail over his shoulder blades. When he turned his head, I kissed him.
After a moment, I broke the kiss and tenderly eased from his still-clenching hole, grabbing hold of him and rolling us over, away from the wet spot on the bed, and we wound up on the other side in a tangle of limbs. He turned to face me, and I took him in my arms, hugging him to my pounding heart.
“I didn’t want to be careful, but I didn’t want to hurt you and—”
He was trembling against me, and when I tried to lean away so I could see his face, he clutched me tighter, arms around my neck, leg slung over my hip.
“Cel, honey, I—”
“I asked you for what I wanted.” He was speaking into the side of my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “And you gave it to me.”
I could finally breathe.
“No one ever listened to me before. Only you. Only ever you.”
I held him closer.
“You’re stuck with me now, Eli Kohn. I can’t ever be without you.”
And that was good because I felt the same.
Strange to gofrom not being aware of how Cel’s body moved under his clothes to being hyperfixated on the leggings hugging every inch of his shapely legs, hips, and ass.
“My eyes are up here,” he teased me.
“What?”
He was shaking his head. “Is this what it’s going to be like now? You can’t stop staring at your new favorite part of my anatomy?”
“Your eyes will always be my favorite,” I assured him.
He scoffed.
“They are,” I insisted. “I’ve never met anyone with eyes like yours.”
“You’re killing me, Eli.”