Not that it would’ve mattered.
He doesn’t say a word, just crashes his mouth greedily against mine. I groan, palming his ass and hauling our bodies flush. He’s already hard and grinding against my thigh.
I need this maddening man like I need air.
Everything about Eli ignites me—his taste, his sounds, those clever fucking hands slipping under my shirt and mapping every ridge and valley of my chest.
I hiss as his palms glide over my abs. Breaking the kiss, I strip my shirt off and reach for his, desperate to feel his skin on mine.
When our bare chests meet, it's like pure, sizzling, unadulterated lightning.
"Off, get these off now," he says, working my belt and suit pants.
I chuckle, taking over and stripping out of my clothes as he does the same, though he’s much less elegant about it. After, I fist my erection, groaning as I swipe my thumb over the leaking slit.
"Fuck, Alexei." Eli's blown pupils fixate on where I lazily stroke myself.
With a low snarl, I shove him onto the bed, then climb on top, bracketing him in. I watch his face intently as I grind down, our erections sliding together.
Eli arches, mouth falling open as his eyes flutter closed. "Oh, God. Yes . . . need more . . ."
I lean down, biting and sucking across his throat and chest, licking his tight nipples until he's a writhing mess beneath me. His fingers dig ruthlessly into my skin, marking me as I rut against him.
Skating my lips up the salty skin of his neck, I nip sharply at his jaw to get his attention. "Open your eyes. Look at me. I want see you."
As soon as his lust-blown gaze meets mine, I know. I'm going to claim every fucking inch of him tonight. Wreck him so thoroughly, there's no coming back for either of us.
Eli’s cheeks flush even darker as he rocks up, seeking more contact.
"Need to be in you," I grit out, the urge to solidify our connection until all the blurred lines cement into one pulses violently through me.
Propping himself up on both elbows, Eli nods toward the bedside drawer. "Grab the lube and a condom. I'll stretch myself open for you."
"No. Tell me what to do," I counter, as I open, then reach into the drawer, snatching up the bottle and a condom. "I've watched videos, seen what to do."
Eli snorts. "As sexy as that sounds, let me show you how it's really done."
He takes the lube from me, then slides farther up the bed, hiking one knee up and giving me an exquisite view of his hole as he drizzles lube over his fingers before circling his rim.
Once done, he sinks a single digit inside with a soft hiss that has my fists bunching the sheets as if the action will somehow keep me here on Earth.
It's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed. One finger becomes two, then three as he loosens himself up. His free hand trails up his torso to tweak a nipple before wrapping around his swollen cock.
I can't tear my eyes away, my erection now an angry red as I stroke myself in time with his fingers plunging steadily in and out.
Our gazes lock and something dangerous yet vulnerable passes between us. This man owns me as irrevocably as I own him.
Carefully, I extract his fingers despite his needy whine and smooth the latex over my aching length, then slick myself up.
I want to wreck this man in the most profound ways imaginable, but uncertainty flickers in my chest. This step . . . having sex with him . . . My heart beats wildly. It’ll be more than just physical.
"We can stop. We don't have to—"
"I need this." The confession rips its way free. "I need to fuck you until it’s branded on your soul that every part of you belongs to me. Not anyone else. Me. And only me.”
"Then take me." The blunt edges of his nails bite into my biceps as he tugs me down closer to him.
Gripping myself steady, I slowly press inside, breaching that tight furl of muscle. I groan loud. Eli’s so tight. So warm.
