Page 45 of Just Business
So tight. Eli barely moved inside Justin as the sparks of his own release shivered up to his brain. “You will because I want you to.”
Groans and gasps and curses. Eli ground in, pulled out, rammed in. Someday, he would put Justin on the edge like this—and then say no. He kissed Justin’s shoulder and whispered one word.
“Come.”
Justin thrust between Eli’s fingers and coated the glove and floor with spunk. Between the shout that ripped through Justin and the way he tightened around Eli’s shaft, there was no holding back his own orgasm. He bit down on Justin’s shoulder and plowed into him. Fire rose to Eli’s skull and his vision blurred to white as he emptied himself inside Justin.
The rattling of chain kept Eli in the present and he blinked his vision clear.
Justin shook in his bonds, from exhaustion, not delight. Eli steadied himself and kissed the nape of Justin’s back. “I’ll get you down.”
“I—I’m fine.” Justin’s voice was all breath. “It’s okay.”
A little lie, but Eli let it go. Given how high he’d driven Justin, it was no wonder he didn’t feel what his body showed.
“’Sides, I like you here. Like this.”
Eli’s heart twisted in a way it hadn’t in far too long. “I like this, too.” He pressed his lips to Justin’s back once more. “But I’d also like you wrapped in my arms on a couch.”
“Okay with that, too.”
Good. Eli pulled out, making sure the condom came as well. He stripped off his gloves—the one coated in lube and semen was too slippery to grip much of anything. His dropped to his knees, his leg protesting the movement—he’d been on his feet quite a lot this night—but he needed Justin down. One ankle cuff free, and the other—he’d leave the leather bands around Justin for now. So nice to see him cuffed and collared.
When he rose, Lyle was nearby with a trash can. Eli stripped the condom and threw it away. He tucked himself back into his pants before reaching up to free the wrist cuffs. Justin half hung from the chains. “Can you stand?”
“Hmm?” Justin took a deep breath and placed his feet more firmly under him. “I think so.”
Well, they’d find out. He unhooked one wrist. Justin swayed, but managed to stay upright, though the trembling didn’t lessen. Eli unhooked the other and caught Justin as he sagged, stifling a hiss when his leg protested against the added weight.
Lyle cleared his throat.
No fucking way.If it took every ounce of his will to manage the pain, he’d not let anyone else touch Justin. “Think you can walk?”
Justin’s chest heaved. “Want to.” He wavered in Eli’s arms. “Not sure, though.”
Well, okay. Thankfully, Justin wasn’tthatheavy. And Eli did have several inches on him.
“E.” Lyle spoke softly.
Justin stiffened in Eli’s arms.
“We’re fine.” Eli bent, and scooped Justin up. He ignored the stab of pain that flew up his leg, ignored Lyle’s frown. “This is going to hurt a bit, Justin.”
Justin wrapped his arms around Eli’s neck. Lovely blue eyes, rimmed with smeared eyeliner and moisture, and a smile that wrapped itself around Eli’s heart. “I like pain.”
“So you do.” Eli stole a kiss and carried Justin out of the room. And,fuck, did it hurt. The entire walk up the stairs and back into the great room was one halting mass of agony. But he wanted the space and distance from the other scenes, and the sofas were more comfortable upstairs.
One look cleared the couch he wanted. Much to his relief, Eli was able to sit and not collapse down onto the cushions.
Justin touched his face, brushed something away.
Moisture. Tears.
“Eli, you didn’t—”
He pressed fingers to Justin’s mouth. “Don’t make me start counting again.”
Justin’s lips twitched under Eli’s fingers. “Yes, Eli.” Humor there.
