My suspicions are confirmed when he whimpers and says, “D-don’t stop.” His voice breaks. “P-p-please.”
I let go of his nipple, face buried in his chest. “Please, Azriel.” I kiss his warm skin. “Say it. Say my name,” I tell him softly.
“P-please, Azriel,” he pleads, not even hesitating.
“What do you want?” I smirk, and he lets go of my head. I lift my hips and grab his hard cock in my hand, pressing it to mineand wrapping my hand around both of us. We’re both leaking pre-cum, and it’s an easy glide when I grip him hard and shift my hand to jerk us both. “Name it and it’s yours.”
“I don’t know,” he admits.
“Say it, Elijah. Whisper it if you must.” I press my forehead to his, my lips brushing against his bottom one. “Admit what you crave. Do it foryou.”
“Idon’t want this.”
“Yes, you do,” I whisper, biting his bottom lip and jerking us slowly. “You’re just afraid it’ll feel like heaven.”
Elijah moans, and my fist tightens around us as I go faster. Our chests are heaving in unison, and I can hear our quickening breaths, soft pants echoing in the silence of the room. Gasps and groans begin to escape him as I bite his jaw, then lick the skin lined with stubble. My hand trails down his chest until I reach his pec, and I squeeze. His hips lift into my grip, and he begins to rock into my fist. With mouth wide open, I watch as his eyes open and focus on mine, pupils blown out as he watches me. My fingers pinch his nipple, and he whimpers, coating my hand in more pre-cum.
He’s practically convulsing from pleasure, letting me worship him thoroughly.
“Yes, Elijah,” I moan. “Say how much you love this. You feel the pull beneath your ribs, don’t you? The thread that tightens every time I breathe against your lips.” I lean in close to his face until we’re sharing breath, then bite his bottom lip and pull. He gasps. “You’re unraveling for me—one whispered promise at a time.”
“What do you promise me?” he moans, thrusting his cock into my fist again and again. He’s feral now, unable to control himself. “Tell me,” he says through gritted teeth as he begins to tremble.
“Rapture,” I growl. “Freedom.”
Icrash my lips to his as his cock begins to throb in my grip. It pulses as he comes, and for a split second, right before I thrust my tongue into his eager mouth, he gasps my name.
“Azriel.”
I moan as his cum drenches my cock, making my hand slippery and wet. It feels divine, and it makes me think about what it would feel like to be in his ass. Surely it would break me, completely obliterate my mind. Because once I do it, I know I won’t be able to stop myself from taking him again and again and again.
I hum as I feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine, the delicious way my balls draw up until I can’t breathe. Elijah chooses this moment to suck on my tongue, and my stomach flips as I tense. He mewls against my lips as my cock throbs against his, and I feel him soften against me. But I don’t let go, and when I come, I growl his name against his hot mouth. His heavy breaths and whimpering feel forbidden in the darkness with his head thrown back in pleasure, making him look more angelic than I’ve ever been.
Elijah is saintly, and I’m meant to ruin him.
His eyes flutter open and look into mine, and his hands reach up and roam over my shoulders, drifting down to my back. They trace the scars where my wings should be, and his lips part when I shudder. But he doesn’t stop; instead, his hands keep descending until they reach the dimples above my ass. His thumbs dip into them, and his lips quiver.
He’s touching me, allowing himself to explore my body momentarily. His hands grip my hips again, squeezing once, then shifting to my ass. He kneads my cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart, then dipping his finger down my crease until he’s touching my hole. My lips part at his audacity, but I don’t stop him. I also don’t stop the breathy moan that escapes me, though I do think I need to control the little flutter in mystomach that happens when he looks at me like this. Like I’m the center of his universe.
“Do you want me there?” he asks in a whisper, and I nod once, leaning forward to invite him in. I don’t even care that his fingers are dry. I want him that badly. “Will you let me in it?”
“Yes,” I groan when he taps against my rim. “Two fingers.”
I can feel my cock thickening again, and when he brings his fingers to my mouth and pushes them between my lips, I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin. But not in a bad way. No—this is so much worse. Because I can’t get enough of him, and this side of him that he doesn’t show anyone else, that only I get to witness, is going to drive me absolutely wild.
Elijah presses down on my tongue and shoves his digits to the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. He pulls them back slightly, and I clamp my lips over him, gathering saliva and letting it coat his fingers. When he pulls them all the way out, they’re absolutely dripping.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Put them in my ass, Eli. I swear you’ll want to live in it from now on.”
“And what happens if I do?” His voice trembles as he asks, his fingers nudging my entrance once more.
“I might just let you,” I reply, gasping at the invasion of his fingers pressing against me, entering me roughly.
He’s punishing in his movements, quickly breaking through the tight ring of muscle, pushing deeply until his knuckles touch my ass. It stings, but it quickly morphs into pleasure when he curls his fingers inside of me. I rock back into him, making our cocks grind together. His cock is growing beneath mine again, and I tighten my ass around his digits.
Elijah moans at the slippery wetness between us. We’re still drenched in cum, our cocks slick and swollen once more. His lips part as I grind harder, making him push his fingers deeper into me, and he continues to hit my prostate with every curl.The sounds coming out of me are unlike anything I’ve ever heard from myself before. I’m turning into a slutty mess for him.
Me.
