Page 7 of All Hallows' Rage
“Both.”
“Perfect answer.” He pulled me onto the bed above him.
“Oh yeah?” Anticipation had me trembling as I leaned in for the kiss I had promised him. Only, with a hand on my shoulder, the only thing I felt was my back hitting the mattress and Elijah straddling me. “Fuck,” I said breathlessly.
“With ease.”
Elijah’s hand moved to my cock, firm strokes from the base and over the head pushing me to the limit. My abs tightened as I watched him lean down and tease me in his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I didn’t have a problem with lasting, but he took me deeper and keeping my orgasm at bay became a chore. “Eli,” I whispered, beside myself and losing my fucking mind.
The soft pressure as I hit the back of his throat mixed with the faint tingling sensation of him teasing my balls. I admired how pretty he was with my cock in his mouth, dreading having to end it here.
“Elijah,” I pleaded. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
A test of wills, he brought me to the edge once more and my back arched off the bed before he released me. He laughed, the curve of his lips glistening with the mixture of saliva and precum. Whatever he planned to do wasn’t over as he straddled my chest. I slid my hands over his thighs, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head in response to my visible confusion.
He switched to a one-handed grip, and his free hand twisted in my hair and angled my neck back. I was pleasantly in view and reach of his cock.
“How well do you follow directions?” Wide eyes were the only answer he needed. “Open for me,” he coaxed gently, slipping his cock across my lips and into my mouth.
He moved slowly as I worked my tongue around him and explored. Delicious, smooth, hard as fuck—I would’ve sat there all night enjoying the taste and feel of him at my mercy.
“Take me, Matt.”Or rather, his mercy.
He changed the angle of his hips and thrust to the back of my throat. The blended sound of a gag and a moan left me as he took my breath and settled on pleasurable pace. The distinct, salty taste of precum lit up my taste buds before he withdrew and looked down at me.
“The drawer.” I grunted, half pointing to the nightstand by my head.
He released my hands, smiling as he swiped a thumb over my bottom lip. Within a moment, condoms and lube were dropped beside us. Elijah sat back and kissed the mess he made, licking over my tongue and tasting us. I reached out for the bottle, haphazardly squirting some onto my hand, not daring to break apart from him.
His breath hitched as my fingers slid over his ass. I pressed into his deliciously tight space and swallowed his groans.
“Safeword?” I asked as he eased into my touch.
“Pizza, of course.” I felt his smile against mine and breached him again, stretching and relaxing slowly. “I desperately need you inside me,” he whispered across my lips. “Trust me, please.”
Sitting up, I shifted behind him and grabbed a condom. The muscles in Elijah’s back were taut with anticipation, and I wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling him flush against my chest. I teased him more as I kissed down his neck and across his shoulders. He pushed back against me as I slid my cock over him, breathy pleas filling the room.
“You blush for me, too.” I teased the head of my cock past his entrance, and he trembled as the redness bloomed across his cheeks and down to his chest. “You’re so fucking tight, Eli. It’s driving me insane.”
I pinned him against me and rocked deeper and deeper until I filled him completely. His hands pried at my arm. I fisted his cock, working his length over as I drove into him harder. His head dropped to my shoulder as he whined.
“I listen very well, to answer your question.” I pushed him face down into the mattress, bracing my hand in the middle of his back. “I’m taking you, and I’m not letting you go.”
His trim, cut waist fit the palm of my hand beautifully as I held him in place and lost myself in his cries. We fit together as though our souls were made of the same stardust, and who was I to deny the stars?
“Fuck, harder.” He panted beneath me, his soft brown waves sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “Harder, please.”
“He begs, too.” I snapped my hips against him harder, the stinging sound drowning out his muffled approvals.
Heat licked at the base of my spine. I wanted more from this moment.
“Eli, I want to come inside you.” I slowed down enough so that he could catch his breath and find his voice.
“Yes, please. Recently tested. I’m—fuck!” I’d hit a particularly deep spot and cut him off.
“Same for me,” I said, slowly retreating and ditching the condom.
