When I pressed into him again, we shuddered in sync at the bare sensation. My composure slipped little by little with each inch. My fingertips dug into his flesh hard enough to bruise, and I craved that visual claiming of his body. Heat seared my nervous system again as my cock twitched and cum filled him, spilling around me and making him a dirty mess of perfection.
I fell onto his back; my abdomen was on fire and the force of my orgasm left me dazed. Eli sat up, supporting my lifeless body as he laughed and kissed where he could reach.
“Tapping out?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, rolling off him and flopping onto the bed. He followed me with breathless kisses. “My lungs just need oxygen.” He met my joke with the bottle of lubricant.
“Can’t promise you’re gonna get that,” he teased, gliding his fingers over me. With gentle pressure, he eased inside.
“Fuck.” He was right. There was no chance he’d let me catch my breath. My hands trailed his sculpted body.
How the hell did a pair match land me here?
My thoughts were broken as he cradled my neck and brought my focus back to those gorgeous fucking eyes. I felt his cock replace his fingers.
“Eli,” I whispered as he pushed in.
The feeling had my eyes close to crossing and rolling back. He said nothing as he smiled and thrust in inch after inch, holding me close. His sweat-slicked forehead rested against mine, and this time his necklace brushed my face. I immediately saw the appeal in biting it, but as he rolled into me with all his length, I lost all sense of reality.
Each stroke of his cock into me was matched with peppered kisses. Breathless, dizzy, and fucking dumb was the state he put me in. I felt his hand brush along my arm before his fingers intertwined with mine. The metal of his ring was cool against my hot skin.
“Every time you say my name, it’s laced with sexual tension.” I couldn’t recall how many times I’d uttered his name like a prayer while he was deep in me. “Your mouth drives me mad,” he declared, thrusting his cock to the hilt.
I gasped at the fullness. Previous lovers couldn’t hold a fucking candle to the way he made me feel. A switch flipped inside him, and he rutted into me mercilessly.
“Eli.” He went faster.
“Eli.” He went harder.
“Eli.” He went impossibly deep, and I couldn’t speak anymore. His touch on my cheek and along my jaw contrasted with the ruthless way he fucked me.
Elijah’s thumb swiped over the outer corner of my eye. His hips faltered and hot cum flooded me. It was an out-of-body experience as he slowly pulled out and dropped beside me, wrapping me in his strong arms.
“Sleep with me tonight.” It probably sounded desperate, but I didn’t want to be without his touch and comfort. I traced his bottom lip, ready to commit this perfection to memory in case he said no. His teeth captured my thumb and playfully grazed my skin, but it didn’t hurt.
“Not going anywhere,” he promised with a smile.
And he didn’t.
CHAPTER3
Matt
PRESENT DAY
The trillingsound of an alarm broke through my comfortable sleep. Eyes closed, I reached over and fumbled with the damn phone, not willing to disturb the pleasant weight on my chest as Eli snuggled into me.
“What time is it?” He groaned, hugging me tighter.
“Nine.” My voice was thick with sleep, matching the gruffness of his.
“Practice starts in an hour. I’m gonna need an extra cup of coffee to get through this one.” I managed a quick kiss on the top of his head before his complaining carried him away from me and across the hardwood floor. Eli yawned and stretched as he shuffled into the bathroom.
He wasn’t wrong about the extra cup of coffee. During a regular season, we had one show a month. During the holidays, the acrobatics team had biweekly performances and practices were increased as well. It was a total cash grab for ticket sales. They increased the price, but hardly any changes were made to our performances. Fatigued didn’t even begin to describe it.
At the sound of Eli starting the shower, I rolled off the bed and grabbed my phone to shoot off a text.
Matt: who’s on the schedule with us tonight?