Page 233 of Cross the Line
His thumb sweeps my other cheek, canting my face as he peppers kisses across my pressed pout. He deepens the kiss, hooks his leg acrossmine, and rolls me onto my side, facing him. Then his thigh hitches over my hip.
Our hard edges line up, friction burning deliciously between us. I can’t stop my hands from roaming his velvet skin and pushing into his hair. I can’t stop myself from wanting him. From needing him.
Eli rolls onto his back, taking me with him. As I brace myself over him, his mouth chases mine. Kissing, sucking, nipping at my lips, tongue, and jaw. Trembling hands rove from my face to my chest, splaying over the bruises.
“Eli…” I shudder at the frisson of pain his touch sparks.
The rush of my blood pushes south with a heavy throb. My hands are shaking when he trails lower. One slow inch at a time.
“Sweetheart,” I groan when he cups the bulge in my pants.
His other hand works my fly open with a hard pull on the hook and bar fastening. While he pushes my slacks down my ass, he palms my erection.
All the while, his mouth is on my neck, latched tight to my pulse point, right where Presley left his fingerprints.
God, my aching body threatens to fold in on itself when Eli’s teeth sink into my flesh. A brutal zing courses through me with an unforgiving shiver.
“Fuck,” I choke out as he pulls off me with a pop, teeth pinching my skin while he drags his mouth lower, to the raw circle at the base of my neck. “Eli…Babe…”
He answers by gripping my dick firmer while his other hand rakes up my back to my nape. He holds me to him and flips us.
My back barely sinks into the mattress before he bites and sucks a trail over my chest. He straddles my thighs, pumping my shaft in slow, teasing strokes with one hand while the other holds my face. One thumb strokes over my mouth while the next runs along my weeping slit.
I can’t take my eyes off his straining muscles as he lowers down my chest. Slick lips peppering relentless kisses to my nipple. Drawing wet circles with his tongue, Eli blows a cool breath over my hardened nub.
Fuck me.
My back bows off the bed, pressing up into him as he rolls his lips over the turgid peak. The hard clench of his fist around my cock has me sucking his thumb into my mouth.
Every part of me is on fire. Yearning for more. I’m maddened with need when Eli kneels over me again, chest heaving, muscles corded tight.
My hands go to his thick thighs, bracketing mine, squeezing tighter, mirroring his grip on my erection.
I can’t get over how gorgeous he is with his body flushed and his cheeks glowing with his need. When he shuffles back, down my legs, he takes my slacks with him. Throwing them on the floor before he peels off his underwear.
Goddamn, his cock is beautiful. Like every other part of him. It’s hard cut and corded. Every line and divot is perfectly sculpted. And mine.He’s mine.Every part of him belongs to me.
I watch him traipse to the bathroom. Perusing the flex of his tight ass and strong thighs with every step he takes. And when he returns, I trace every line of his torso with my heart beating wildly and my mouth watering for a taste of his thick cock bobbing between his thighs.
With a bottle of lube clutched in his hand, he kneels on the edge of the mattress, between my feet.
“I want to try something,” he speaks softly down at his lap, with the slightest hitch to his breath.
He doesn’t have to say what it is because I can feel the trepidation rolling off him as I sit up and shuffle closer to him. Tilting my face back, I find his eyes. Dark and blown. I can’t make out his pupils from his irises. They’re just two endless, oily swirls that suck me in deep with every second we stare at each other.
Putting the lube in my hand, he tells me, “I want you inside me, Jayden.”
My heart stutters at his words. For a few beats, it forgets its purpose until I press my lips to his chest, and the frantic rhythm of his pulse echoes through me.
“Kiss me.”
Eli doesn’t hesitate. He offers me his mouth with a languid lick across his bottom lip. Making it slick so that when I take his perfectly chiseled pout, our lips glide together. Tender and rough, all at once, as his hands press to the middle of my chest and I lift each of his knees in turn, so that he’s straddling me.
As much as I want to give him what he needs, I have to make sure he feels safe the entire time. That he knows he can give as much or as little as he wants because, to me, every little bit means everything.
“Give me your hand, Sweetheart,” I rasp into his mouth, desperately trying to keep my voice level as I pop the lube open and pull away to take his hand in the palm of mine.
Squirting a generous amount into his palm, I guide it down betweenus. I steal another kiss and wrap our hands around our shafts. Slowly working our dicks together in easy strokes that mimic the leisurely tangle of our tongues and roll of our lips.
