Page 62 of The Sound Of Us

Chapter 33

Axel

There is no guilt. I can’t explain the feeling of freedom from… yourself. From your beliefs, your values, your ideologies. When seeking comfort from someone—from Eli, in my case—who makes you feel safe is no longer regulated by hollow vows and empty promises, it’s easy to clutch the sheets in ecstasy while he wraps his mouth around your cock and takes you in so deep you might die from the sensations wracking through your body.

Eli’s bed smells of him. I lay sprawled like it’s where I belong, inhaling him from the sheets. Never have I ever offered my body up to someone like this. Never before has my body responded to another human being like this.

Thoughts of Frank waking up and finding me gone, of him barging through Eli’s door come and go like little sparks, shocking me for just a millisecond, but when Eli takes me deep into his throat, he chases away these intrusive thoughts.

My tugs of encouragement on his hair demonstrate my need to let him know with my body what this is doing to me. What he’s doing to me. He reads my body like an open book.

I’m left writhing on the bed, begging him to give me more. I, a married man, am lying here in another man’s bed while my husband sleeps in ours down the road. Panic threatens to rise, but then the image of Frank punching my head and kicking me off the bed overpowers my anxiety. His words ring inside my head. Nobody needs you or your fuckin’ pussy, you cancer-ridden fuckin’ cunt.

Nobody needs you or your fuckin’ pussy.

You

cancer-ridden

fuckin’

cunt.

And just like that, I erase Frank from my head. My hips lift, encouraging Eli. He sucks me deep and then lifts his body, resting on his knees between my legs.

With the light still on, I’m self-conscious, but with the way he’s staring at my body, I can’t bring myself to hide.

He signs, Beautiful, running his palm over my calves and up my thighs.

I lift my hand and sign. Thank you.

Eli’s hands continue to run up and down my thighs, sliding his thumbs along the juncture of my thighs, massaging. I raise my hips to his hands, thrusting upward with every stroke of his fingers.

My cock is thick and big, standing up and beading with pre-cum. He isn’t touching my cock and that drives me insane, but to have him touch me like this is equally maddening.

He encourages me onto my stomach. I turn hesitantly. Under the bright light, I don’t know how to hide. Eli comes to settle at my side. His fingers trail from my nape, down every knob along my spine, to the small of my back. Over my ass.

He bends, licking along the small of my back. Soft, petting kisses there. Then his mouth moves down.

His tongue glides over my ass. My dick swells, painfully so. Eli moves between my legs again, gently shifting my left leg until it’s bent at the knee. His tongue swirls along the crease of my ass. Moves across each ass cheek kissing, biting, sucking. Then he pushes my ass cheeks apart and slides his tongue from my taint all the way up and then back down. Eli licks my ass, lapping along the inside of each cheek.

I moan loudly, engulfed by my lust, lifting my ass, offering more of it to Eli’s sinful mouth. I want his mouth on my hole. I need it right there. How long has it been since someone loved my body like this? Never. I have been married for ten years and I have never been loved like this.

Eli’s tongue swipes at my asshole. I still, pulling in with the sensation. He licks again, upward and hard this time.

Ah fuck, yeah.

I reach down, pulling my ass cheek further apart. Eli gets it and flattens his palm over each cheek and pulls apart until my asshole is stretched for his mouth. Then he covers my hole with his mouth. Tonguing me and sucking, then kissing like it’s my mouth he’s kissing.

The thought of Eli kissing my asshole like this fucks me up so badly my balls prepare to shoot. I stave it off with only shreds of willpower.

Oohh. Eli buries his face into my ass, rubbing his nose up and down my hole, his strokes long enough for his chin to graze my hole.

Fuuck. Again, I scream internally and push back, telling him to do it again and I know I will never be able to walk away from this. Like tasting the forbidden fruit, I’m drunk with lust. Free from my vows.

With low, lustful moans, I move my ass round and round, inviting more of Eli into me.

His chin scrapes down my hole. The prickle of his clipped beard is fucking heaven. Or hell. Whatever it is, I’ll die for it. When he scrapes up, a loud groan leaves my mouth. I rotate my ass and he mimics the action, rotating his chin over my asshole. The prickliness of his facial hair massaging against my hole is fucking insane. I’m so far gone, my moans loud and my vulgarity the worst shade of unholy.

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