Page 61 of Just Business
Probably because it was.
More lube, both in Justin and over the cane. Eli drew the head down Justin’s crack.
Justin’s intake of breath was sharp. “Oh... fuck.” His whole body shook.
“Something wrong?” Eli smoothed his free hand over Justin’s ass before placing it on the small of Justin’s back—both for comfort and control.
“No. Just—cold.” Justin held still.
Good.Eli would be the one to set the rhythm, the motion. Justin wanted to be fucked and—Eli pushed the brass knob against Justin’s entrance—he would be. Soundly, too. The head slipped in—slowly and easily as Justin bowed his head and pressed back. Brass vanished into flesh, stretching Justin wide.
“Fuck.” Eli’s voice was a whisper—but yes. He’d been the one to speak.
Tension left Justin and he crumpled against the sawhorse. “Oh God—that feels...”
Whatever Justin had to say devolved into a moan as Eli slid the cane farther in and pulled it out before plunging it back in, more quickly this time.
Justin shook beneath Eli’s hand. Part tremble, part moan, all lust.
“You should see yourself. So desperate.”
No reply, though Justin rocked back, taking the head deeper.
Well, then. A few more slow strokes—smooth and deep enough to elicit a grunt from Justin—and then he increased the tempo and shifted the angle.
Justin arched, gaping—and thrust back. “Oh God! Don’t stop. Don’t...”
Eli’s cock might spill just from the sight. Taut muscles, flushed skin still bruised and red from whipping, midnight-black hair. Eli grabbed a handful and yanked back. “This what you wanted?”
Justin’s mouth opened in wordless pleasure, his fingers indenting the leather padding of the sawhorse. So beautiful. This moment wastheirs. He’d not do this to another.
Justin whimpered. Plunging the cane forward became much more difficult.
Close. Very close.“Not yet.”
“Please,” Justin whispered.
“No.” He loved seeing Justin like this, struggling to obey and entirely in Eli’s control. He fucked Justin with short, sharp thrusts, until Justin gasped with each one, until moisture formed at the corners of Justin’s eyes.
There—the knife’s edge. Pleasure and pain. “Come.”
Justin’s cry sent a shock of lightning through Eli and he moaned, too. Trembled as Justin shuddered on the horse and spilled onto the floor. Every bit of Eli burned and the only way to quench the fire would be in Justin. But—
Eli loosened his grip on Justin’s hair and slowly drew the cane out, careful not to lose the condom.
Utterly spent, Justin sagged against the horse. “Holy fuck, Eli.”
He ran his hand over Justin’s shaking body. “I’ll be right back.” He dropped the cane back onto the table and hurried back, pulled Justin up and into his arms.
Clear blue eyes. Huge pupils. “That was—that...” Justin slurred his words. “Need to do that again.”
“Mmm-hmm. Let’s get you into bed.”
Justin didn’t object. Eli helped him down the hall and poured him into bed and kissed him. Justin responded, curling fingers around Eli’s shirt. It took several tries to break the kiss—not that Eli wanted to. “I need”—he claimed another taste of Justin—“to clean things up.”
A soft moan before Justin let go.
So hard to leave Justin curled in the bed. Eli limped back to the playroom and tided up all the things that couldn’t wait—the floor and the used condom—and left everything else. The gloves came off in the hall, his shirt by the bedroom door, and everything else by the foot of the bed. Then he was on the sheets and tangled into Justin’s arms.
