Page 37 of Festive Fugitive
“Then take it. Take my cock,” I growl, holding him while my hips work, thrusting into him rapidly. The world’s falling out of focus, but I don’t care as long as I’m allowed on top of him, inside him.
We really are like two animals, and I react to every twitch, every moan he makes, rewarding him with kisses and nips he’s so very eager for.
“Fuck. You’re hitting the right spot,” Eli whines. “Feel that?” he asks and I gasp when he squeezes the muscles in his ass around me several times, sucking me in, hugging me again and again until I can’t help it and let him milk me dry.
I fall, jabbing my hips into him as ecstasy swirls inside me, squeezing my balls until they’re so empty they ache. Fuck, how I want him. How very badly I need him with me now, and even as my cock is too sensitive to keep up with the fucking, a part of me wants to keep going while he goes wild.
I settle on top of him, catching my breath, completely pumped out. In the glow of my easing arousal, I slide my hands up the sides of his body, just enjoying how his hair smells of my shampoo, and how much warmth the nearby fire gives us.
“I love feeling it inside me,” Eli confesses in a whisper, gently wiggling his ass.
I grin and push my face into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin. This time, my dick retreats on its own, softening, and I follow the fragrant trail of sweat down Eli’s back, rubbing my face against him while he moans, still not satisfied.
I wish I could give him more, and I’m half of the mind to fuck him with my fingers next. But when I kneel behind him and see what a delicious sight he makes with cum pooling between the cheeks of his ass, a frenzy makes me drag his hips up and dive right in.
He’s salty, musky, and absolutely delicious when his body goes limp in front of me.
“Oh my God. OhmyGod. Fuck you’re good at this,” Eli says between one gasp and another, not making a single protest about the new position.
I can see his dick now, and the trail of pre-cum it left on the rug. It’s like a ripe fruit, so I grab it as I get back to eating his ass, licking it up. Eli’s little wiggles spur me on as he tries to fuck my hand, needy like a cat in heat.
I love the earthy taste of his body, but the texture of that delicate flesh is somehow even better, so I give it my all, caressing him while I stroke his dick. His hole tightens around the tip of my tongue, and then I feel him coming, and even the scent of his body changes when charges of bliss pulse through him in rapid succession.
Still, I only stop eating him when he’s slumped on the rug, his batteries drained even more than mine.
Rolling to my back, I stare at the ceiling and find Eli’s warm hand. “Thank you…”
He shifts to his side to lay close to me, a beautiful mess of a man only I can handle.
“Cesar… I have so many questions, but no energy to ask them.” Eli kisses my shoulder with his eyes closed, but that’s not enough for me, so I pull him closer, until his gray head rests on my chest.
“Yeah. I’m all pumped out too,” I mumble, stretching on the rug.
“I need to know if we’re safe for now or if we should expect more ‘guests’.”
I roll my head left and right. “Don’t think so. At least not immediately, but if they don’t make contact for too long, there might be someone new coming. I think we should leave tomorrow.”
“And who the fuck were they? Who did I kill?” he lowers his voice as if the ghosts of the men left outside could hear him.
I shrug. “Ah, Lyle, Sullivan’s personal security and an all-round dickhead. Sorry you had to be involved, lamb.”
“Funny you’d call me that,wolf. I know a tiny bit about your past, but the way you dealt with them was still… very proficient. You didn’t hesitate. What did Lyle do to you at the end?” Eli opens his eyes, his brows drawn, but even though he acknowledges what he saw, he still strokes my side as if I’mhispet wolf.
His touch is the only thing keeping me from freezing over, because of course my past has caught up with me. It couldn’t just stay where the past should like I wanted, and now… now he’ll find out all I’ve kept hidden. Because what’s the point of coming up with another lie? Especially after he’s been an open book to me about everything.
My hope is that he wants me too much to leave.
“You… weren’t meant to see any of that.” He opens his mouth, but I shush him with a gesture and sigh, focusing on the patterns in the wood making up the ceiling. “I wanted to have a fresh start too. A new life, where my past did not matter, but I did lie to you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re not an ex-soldier?” he guesses with a sigh. “When you spoke to them at first, I worried you just caught me for them, and enjoyed your time waiting until they come collect me. But your loyalty was to me. Why?”
I’m breathless when I glance his way, my heart beating so fast it’s giving me vertigo. “I would never! Of course I’m loyal to you. My life belongs to you,” I mumble, flinching when he strokes my stomach, as if wanting to appease me. But I’m hurt. Of course I am, because he is my whole world now.
He watches me with such softness in his gray eyes. No one’s ever showered me with tenderness the way he does. “I felt that. My gut told me to stay. But I need to know what’s going on. What is this code? What happened to you?” He reaches all the way to the pocket of his jeans, and I miss his touch for the three seconds he’s away.He shows me the piece of paper where Lyle had the key to my obedience written down, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see it.
Spiders crawl all over my body, and I roll to my side, facing away from him as I try to rein in the panic growing inside. I know it’s not safe to really show him how wary I am of those few lines of text, but their proximity is like a dagger held to my throat and about to cut through skin.
“He trained me to react to those words from very early on. I was six, maybe seven,” I mumble. “He was relentless.”
