Page 51 of Rules to Love By

This time Marcus didn’t hesitate to take Eli’s instruction on board. He resumed the blowjob eagerly, eyes on Eli’s face, as though he wanted approval for his efforts.

Approval wasn’t hard to grant. He really did know what he was doing. He didn’t complain when Eli took control, pausing so he could stand up and have the freedom to pump his hips and get the speed and depth he wanted.

He’d replaced his hands on Eli’s thighs but didn’t challenge Eli’s control, just rested them there and accepted the rougher treatment. He moaned softly when Eli hit the brink and pulled out, closing his eyes when the first jet of Eli’s come splashed his cheek, remaining still as it dripped down his neck and splattered his chest.

Eli had to keep his grip on Marcus’s hair, even put a hand on his shoulder, to keep himself upright while he fought to keep his knees from buckling.

Despite his own cock still sticking out of his open jeans, rigid and untouched, Marcus caught his wrist in a firm grip and held tight. “Okay?”

Eli snorted. “One sec.”

Marcus’s grin lit up the room. “Take your time.”

“Oh?” Eli lifted one eyebrow. “Not in a hurry, are you?” He eyed Marcus’s cock.

A ripple passed through Marcus. “I can wait.” His voice was a bit breathy, though.

“Yeah? Why would you?”

Marcus met his gaze. “Because you want me to?” He held steady, but his lips twitched, and he blinked rapidly. Colour flushed up his neck into his cheeks. The fingers of his free hand clenched.

“Are you holding your breath?” Eli asked.

He let it out with a huff and tore his gaze away, shoulders slumping. “Sorry. I thought—”

“Get up,” Eli demanded, his own wobbly knees be damned. His recovery could wait. Better he reward Marcus now for his instincts than leave him wondering.

Marcus flowed to his feet but hesitated once he was upright.

“Bed.” Eli waved at it and let out his own sigh when Marcus grinned, flung the covers back, then jumped onto the mattress, landing with a bounce on his back. He already had his hand on his cock by the time Eli had pulled up his pants and turned.

“Hey now.” Eli tapped his wrist. “I didn’t say go yet.”

Marcus groaned, but his grin remained. “Mean,” he muttered.

“I can be.” Eli winked. “But I won’t. Take off your jeans first, though. I want to see all of you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Don’t I get to see?”

“Who’s in charge here?” Eli raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. That was a view that could wait. Possibly forever.

Marcus licked his lips but also nodded once, very tight and contained. “You?”

Eli grinned. “Jeans.”

“Fine.” Mock grumbling as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband, Marcus pushed them down, lifting his butt to get them and his boxers free before squirming the rest of the way out of the tight denim, then chucking them off the end of the bed. “Satisfied?”

His cock lay long and hard against his belly, glistening and dripping precome into the trail of hairs leading away from his belly button. Eli’s own come left a sheen of damp over his broad chest. It wouldn’t be a terrible sight to see more of it there, but it might be a terrible torture to Marcus to make him wait for Eli to get hard again, then lie there and watch him beat off until he came one more time.

That was definitely a thing they should talk about first, no matter how much the idea of it appealed to Eli. They weren’t there yet.

“Mmm.” Eli stood over him, admiring every naked inch for a minute before nodding. “Almost.”

“What else?”

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