Page 56 of Commitment Issues
Chapter Twenty-Three
Elliot
We make it back to the cottage with seconds to spare before the sky erupts in an earth-shaking thunderclap. The storm that’s threatened has rolled in but instead of clearing the air of electricity, it only seems to ramp it up.
“It’s amazing,” Freddie says, standing at the open door to the verandah.
Overhead the sky bursts into light, its split-second brilliance searing itself on the eyeballs, and leaving black spots dancing.
“Turn the lights off. I really want to take this in.”
I do as he says, and come and stand behind him. I’m captivated, but not by the storm.
Freddie, his lips slightly parted, stares up into the raging sky. Even in the darkness I can see the light shining in his wide eyes.
“The Vikings thought storms were the gods arguing.” He turns to look at me, just as another blast rips the sky apart. “The electricity in the air, can’t you feel it? Dancing over your skin, and fizzing in your blood?” His words are little more than a whisper, his eyes locked onto mine. “It’s amazing, beautiful…”
“It is, but not as much as this.”
I curl my palm around his neck, sliding my hand through his heavy hair, feeling the heat of his skin.
“Or as this,” he murmurs, before he crushes his lips to mine.
Another thunderclap, another crash, ripping through all the restraint of the past days. We fall upon each other, starving men presented with a feast.
Tongues tangle and teeth clash, spit smears our lips, desperation driving us on as we dive deeper, wrenching apart only to suck in ragged breaths.
“I want you,” he breathes, rocking into me, his swollen cock rubbing against mine. “Knowing you were next door, it’s been agony.”
“Bed,” I growl, grabbing his hand and hauling him to the bedroom.
Overhead the storm rages as we rip our clothes off, flinging them into the corner, leaving us naked. Whether I’m pushed or pulled, I don’t care, as we tumble onto the bed, our kisses hard and savage, our moans and cries filling the room. His body’s a perfect fit to mine, his skin warm and slick with sweat.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as his strong arms pin me to the bed, as he straddles me, rocking against my swollen, throbbing cock. His own, long and thin, bobs against his stomach, trailing a gossamer-thin thread of precum.
I run my hands across his chest, and over the compact muscles of his stomach before wrapping my hand around his cock. He moans and a tremor shivers through his body as I ease my hand up and down, smoothing the foreskin over the engorged cockhead.
Throwing his head back, arching his spine, he ruts into me.
“Want you to fuck me, Elliot,” he growls, as he throws himself forward, his arms either side of me and taking his weight. His hair hangs down over his face, but I can see his smile and it’s ten shades of wicked, and Jesus but I could come just from that.
To be inside him, to feel his heat, to feel him squeeze down on my cock. Haven’t I wanted this from the first moment I set eyes on him?
He pulls away from me and bounds off the bed and, rummaging in his bag, produces a condom and a small bottle of lube.
“These come later,” he says, climbing back onto the bed, nuzzling into my neck, nipping and licking as one hand trails over my chest, circling one nipple then the other, his touch tingling through my body.
I seek his mouth, needing to taste his lips again, as I wrap my arms around him and drag him in close.
“Oh yes,” he moans, and something in those two little words release everything that’s pent up and savage within me.
In one hard move I shove him onto his back, not breaking but deepening the kiss, unable even for a second to sever the connection between us. I want him. I want to possess and own him. I want to fuck him into tomorrow and the next day and the day after, leaving my mark on him. I want, I need, to make him mine.
In the darkness I smile down at him. The storm still rumbles all around us, flashes of light illuminating the room and our naked bodies. He stares up at me, his eyes wide and shining, his lips parted and damp, his chest heaving. I ghost my lips over his.
“I am going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you slow and hard. Is that what you want, Freddie? Do you want to feel me move inside you?”
I don’t wait for an answer as I slide down his body and come to his gorgeous cock. Sweeping my tongue over the damp head, sticky with precum, I earn myself a ragged groan, and I glance up at him. He’s flung one arm over his face, as he bites down on his plump lower lip.
