Page 51 of Just Business
Hell yes. “I’m more of a waffle guy.”
“I’ve noticed you like to waffle.” Teeth in Eli’s smile.
Justin’s witty reply died when Eli wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. He nibbled his way up Justin’s chin. “Sex and pancakes?”
Anything. “Please.” It came out as begging. But—“I don’t think my back can take it again.”
Eli kissed him and took his breath and thoughts away by fisting his cock at the right pace to drive him wild. Justin moaned into Eli’s mouth.
Eli grazed his lips down over Justin’s chin and throat. “I don’t need you on your back.”
No, he didn’t. They moved, Eli turning Justin around. “Hands on the headboard.”
Justin complied, head already in the clouds, body burning. “Fuck. Please.”
“Patience.”
Soft touches over the welts and bruises on his back sent shivers down his length to settle in his balls. “Not good at that.”
“I’ve noticed.” Eli kissed the small of Justin’s back. The familiar sound of foil being torn and thesnapof a bottle of lube filled the room.
Anticipation burned like sparks across his body as he waited—and waited.
Eli’s laugh was dark. “Someday, I’m going to make you hold yourself like that for hours.”
Justin let his head fall. “Better not be today.”
Eli pressed his cock head against Justin’s hole. “That’s four.” He thrust inside, hard. And again and again, until Justin couldn’t breathe for the pleasure of being taken so fast. A coarse cry ripped free from Justin’s chest.
“You feel so... good.” Eli’s words were fully weighted with lust. Each stroke drove Justin off his knees.
Eli lit Justin’s nerves and blood and flesh—he should have been ash from the friction, the hard ramming. His back burned anyway and Eli’s thighs ground against the welts from his caning, the pain flaring at the back of his skull and blending with the absolute ecstasy of Eli ramming deep into his ass.
He managed one word. “Eli!” It was half a moan, half a gasp.
That only made Eli plow in harder and circle a hand around Justin’s cock. “If you come, I’ll fuck you straight through until I’m done with you.”
Oh hell. Those words, Eli relentless pounding, and being jacked off pushed Justin right to the brink. Eli covered Justin’s hands on the headboard with his own. Lips pressed against Justin’s shoulder then Eli bit down, digging into muscle. Heat like hot coals coated with silk and wine flared down Justin’s back and he tumbled into bliss and agony, screaming all the way down. Everything went white.
How long the orgasm lasted, he couldn’t tell, but Eli held true to his promise and fucked him mercilessly the entire time until he, too, came, his shout long and loud.
Justin lost his grip on the headboard, landing against pillows and mattress and sheets, Eli heavy on top, breath shaken and hard.
“Holy fuck.”
Not Justin’s words. He tried to push up but couldn’t manage to stop trembling long enough to get his arms under him.
Eli slid his cock free and they both groaned at the loss.
“Justin?”
Though his throat felt like sandpaper, he managed to speak. “Here.” He paused. “I think.”
A croaking laugh from Eli. He rolled off. “I’m not much better.”
Justin finally lifted himself up on his elbow. Eli was a mess of sweat and curls and scruff and smile, and the most glorious thing Justin had seen in a long time. “You said something about pancakes?”
Eli’s laughter shook the bed. “You know, that would be five, except the room’s spinning. Since you caused that, I’ll give you a break.” He reached over the bed’s edge and dropped the condom. Hopefully into a trash can.
