Page 234 of Cross the Line
“Fuck,” I groan with a nip to his lip when he thrusts into our joint grip, the lubed length of his cock sliding along mine. “…feels so good.”
“Yes,” he grunts in reply as I stroke my hand up to the top of our cocks and cup the bulbous tips together. Squeezing and rounding, harder and faster as his teeth sink deeper into my lip. “Jayden…”
And as his body tightens with the urgency of his need, I move my slick hand to the muscular swell of his ass. Kneading the hard flesh with the same fierce grip with which he’s fucking our cocks. I drizzle a long string of lube to the top of his crease.
My pulse is coursing hot and fast through my bloodstream. My stomach is continuously flipping, and my chest is struggling to hold itself together when Eli presses his forehead to mine.
Hooded eyes hold mine as I run my thumb between the globes of his ass. Spreading the lube all the way down to his taint without touching his hole.
I want to ease him into the sensation. We only get this first time once, and I’m going to make damn sure it’s as fucking incredible for him as he made it for me.
I dribble another generous glob onto my fingertips at the bottom of his crease and stroke upward, scissoring my fingers to spread him.
Eli’s breaths come hard and fast as he holds still over me. His hand chokes our shafts, clenching harder every time I swipe the cleft of his ass, closer and closer to his hole.
“JJ…” he sputters when I press my fingers along his crack and brush his asshole.
His entire body trembles. Dark blonde lashes flutter wildly with the tremors of his quick breaths when I apply pressure. Rubbing his puckered skin with the tip of my middle finger while I slowly inch past the tight muscle.
“Fuck, JJ…” Eli grips my neck with one hand as the other chokes our cocks together.
“Breathe for me. All the way in, Babe,” I coax, holding still when I breach his hole to the first knuckle.
He’s so hot. So fucking tight. Absolutely goddamn perfect as he sucks in a lungful of air through his clenched teeth. His whole body opens up for me.
Watery eyes. Gaping mouth. Heaving chest.
When he exhales, his muscles pull me deeper inside him. To the second knuckle, and then the third.
With a low keen, his mouth finds mine.
I gulp down every last wisp of air that quivers from him, dousing our dicks with more lube.
“That’s it, Babe, work our cocks just like that,” I say when he pumps our shafts slowly.
With each stroke, he rocks along the length of my finger—over and over—until the tension in him is arousal instead of trepidation, and gradually, I add another finger, stretching him a tad more.
“Jayden…” Eli buries his face in my neck, the angled bow of his body pushing deeper onto my fingers. “Oh, shit… Oh, shit…”
His ragged chant repeats as I stroke the back of his head and neck, kneading between his shoulder blades. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Sweetheart,” I promise.
In unhurried thrusts, I ease in and out of him, relishing the bite of his teeth on my tender flesh. When he ruts against me, our cocks rub together in jagged, wanton strokes. Simultaneously seeking out more. More friction. More of me, of him… of us.
A garbled cry soaks my skin as I press another finger into him with one more healthy squirt of lube. I toss the bottle aside and wrap an arm around his waist, holding him tight with every twist inside him.
My cock throbs between us. The friction sparks a new flame in my core. Eli grips both sides of my face and spears his tongue past my rolled lips, releasing the guttural groan swelling in my chest—an unrelenting rush of lust that clings to our sweat-slicked skin.
I can’t get enough of his taste, of the weight of his tense body rocking into me, of the way he’s giving himself to me.
There’s nothing as beautiful or as potent. Nothing as precious as his trust.
I didn’t think it was possible to fall harder. But my heart is suddenly too big for my chest. I’m overcome by the magnitude of my feelings. By the enormity of our existence.
With our mouths fused together, I ease my fingers out of his ass before maneuvering him between my thighs and myself onto my knees. We’re eye-to-eye when I pull away. Stroking my hand down his handsome face while my thumb traces the straight line of his nose.
“I love you” are the only words I can form.
“I love you,” Eli echoes back in a tremulous whisper.
