Page 48 of Just Business
“Don’t have to.”
Eli cradled Justin’s face with his hands. “The sex doesn’t have to be rough.” Gravel in his voice and his hard cock rocked against Justin’s thigh.
“I know.” Justin caught his breath. “But tonight, it does. You want it. I want it. I can’t... get enough of you.”
There was a look of wonder in Eli that shifted to joy and lust, and then Justin couldn’t breathe for the kiss. Eli massaged Justin’s bulge and one of them moaned. Eli stripped Justin’s pants and underwear off and hoisted him farther onto the bed before he closed a hand around Justin’s shaft.
The ropes seemed tighter and sweeter and his orgasm so close.
The next groan wasn’t Justin’s. “Fuck. Condoms. Need...” Eli’s kiss seared Justin’s blood. “I’ll be right back.”
Then there was nothing but a white ceiling with an interesting plaster pattern.Really?
A door opened to a muttered curse and closed. Two objects landed on the bed and Eli crawled over him.
“Most people keep that shit in the nightstand.” Justin peered into Eli’s gray eyes.
Eli shrugged, a blush creeping up his neck. “Haven’t had a lover in a while.” He traced fingers over Justin’s cheeks. “Now where were we?”
A languid kiss, then a deeper one, and another. Eli’s hand closed around Justin’s shaft and Justin twisted in the ropes, even as is mind whirled around Eli’s words. Skin and blood flared when Eli shifted and pushed his knees wider. Eli’s cloth-covered erection rocked against Justin’s balls and then both moaned.
“Fuck, Eli, just...” Justin let out a breath. “Lovers?”
“Yes.” Lips brushed lips before Eli pulled back reached for something. Foil. Lube. The clatter of a buckle and the whisper of a zipper.
Lovers?The weight of it pinned Justin to the bed more tightly than any rope could ever hope to. He didn’t know if he could trust another Dom enough forthat. “Submissive?”
That bright smile lit in Eli. “That, too, when you want.” Another shift and the fullness of Eli’s cock head pressed against his ass. Eli moved forward.
Justin couldn’t help the cry that ripped from him. The pleasure of Eli filling him, the burn of being stretched and entered so quickly, so smoothly, trembled his whole body and forced the air from his lungs.
Eli curled fingers under the rope across Justin’s upper arms and thrust in deeper until they couldn’t be any closer, though they both tried. Justin wrapped his legs around Eli as he took him deep, over and over. Hard and unmerciful pounding.
But the way they kissed, lips and tongues teasing, the moans and gasps and mutters—this wasn’t a Dom fucking his sub into oblivion. Despite the ropes, the clothing that still covered Eli, the pain from welts on Justin’s back, they made love.
Justin’s heart ached against his ribs. He’d gone to the party looking for a fuck, not a relationship, least of all with Eli, but here they were in his bed. Last time he’d done this, it had been a horrible mistake. But the torment of the ropes against his back mixed with the sweet friction of Eli’s shirt against his cock. “Eli, I can’t—” Eli kissed him hard, rocking in deep and hitting him right.
“Then don’t.” Slurred words.
Everything turned bright, the sharp blade of ecstasy slicing into Justin’s balls and brain and he spilled himself against Eli’s shirt, suspended between the pain of his back and the joy of Eli wrapped around him. Justin hadn’t tumbled down from the high when Eli’s rhythm broke with a sharp curse and a low cry until he slowed to a stop, his whole body shaking against Justin’s.
Despite the all the aches, with Eli buried inside him and his breath rasping against Justin’s cheek, this was the most peaceful Justin had felt in ages.
Eli shifted and pulled out. He trailed fingers across Justin’s forehead. “You okay?”
Justin wet his lip. “God yes. Just need to lie here for a thousand years and I’ll be fine.” He closed his eyes, but a haze of light ringed his vision anyway. Every muscle weighed him down. Bones of lead.
A chuckle. “Give me a moment.”
A gentle tugging forced Justin to open his eyes. Eli knelt next to him, unknotting rope. “Can you sit up?”
With Eli’s help, yes. So very heavy, though. His head, his arms. “Sub drop.”
“Hadn’t noticed.” Eli’s dry reply spoke otherwise. “Let me get these ropes off, put some salve on your back, and you can crash.”
That was fine. He leaned his forehead against Eli’s shoulder. The tension against his arms and torso ebbed until all that remained were the ropes binding his hands. Warm lips brushed Justin’s forehead. “Stay with me a bit longer.”
“Sure.”
