“I believe you said I could do anything I wanted to.”
He looks back, anger and amusement and want in his eyes. “I believe you said you were going to fuck me rough. Not edge me until I feel like I’m going to die.”
I grab a condom and suit up while he begs harder, then squirt a little lube on his hole, straight from the tube. He cries out at the cold shock, and I smile, feeling wicked.
“Nick! Fuck. Me. Right. Now.”
My grin splits my face in half as I position myself right outside of his entrance, still soft from the tongue-lashing I’d just given it. “Nick, I swear to god if you don’t—”
I push my way into him, not stopping until his ass meets my pubes, and the sound from his lips brings me right to the edge.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck yes. Fuck, you’re so big. It hurts, it hurts so good.”
I give him a few seconds and feel the muscle relax ever so slightly. But not too much—can’t let him get comfortable.
I lean over and whisper into his ear, “You said you wanted it rough. That still the case?”
This gives him a little more time to loosen up around me, but he’s nodding before I can even finish my sentence. “I need words. I need your words, Elijah.”
“Yes, goddammit. Fuck me hard. Fuck me rough. Please, please. Rip me apart, I don’t care.”
Well, I do care—I am not going to rip him apart. But he is going to feel this for the next couple of days. Without further preamble, I snap my hips back against him, shoving my cock deep, then deeper still. The second time around he cries out, and I check in. “Elijah, baby, are you okay?”
“Fuck you, Nick. I swear to god if you stop again, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
I pull back again and ram into him with all that I have and then continue to pound away at him, pounding through his moans, his cries, listening, making sure that they sound like cries of ecstasy and not cries of pain. Or, in his case, maybe the pain is ecstasy. I don’t know, but I’m going to give him what he is asking for.
I feel his muscles seize up around me, tight like a glove. When I pull all the way out, he gives me daggers for eyes. “Nick, don’t you fucking…”
Before he can say anything else, I flip him faceup on the bed and immediately ram my hard cock back into that destroyed hole of his. Oh god, the surprise and agony and relief and ecstasy on his face is everything I need. I pull his legs back and wide, letting me go even deeper. From this position I easily find his prostate and stroke into it as hard as I can. His dick is leaking like a faucet, and he is so, so close to that edge.
His balls begin to tighten, almost painfully, and I can tell he’s about to blow. I pull out again, and his eyes are murderous. Before he can complain, I lean in and take his cock into my mouth all the way to the root. I’m gagging, but I don’t care. I fuck his cock with my mouth and my throat over and over and over again, circling his balls with my fingers and holding tight. Finally, I release him and continue pumping up and down until he lets go of a high, sobbing sound that I’ve never heard from another lover before. His cum fills my mouth, and I choke all of it down, not about to waste a single drop. I swallow and I swallow, and just when he thinks he’s done, I shove two fingers into that ass of his and stroke against the prostate, milking a few more drops out of him.
He’s a ravaged, boneless mess—his hair is a nest, his eyes are rolled back in his head, his lips and chest are flushed red with desire.
“I’m not nearly done using your hole, sweetheart.” I startle him again with cold lube, then slide back into him. He groans but clenches his powerful muscles around me, trying to give me as much pleasure as I’ve given him, and what he doesn’t understand is that seeing him come like that all disheveled and taken apart is everything I ever needed. I could still walk away from this happy, but… I’d rather come first. With that I focus on the task at hand, snapping my hips with as much force as before, and he’s taking it. Oh god, he’s taking it so beautifully, making me feel like I’m giving him everything he needs.
His dick is interested again, and my chest puffs up with pride. I keep going and going, and I can tell he’s close again, but I’m closer. Everything in my body clenches as I push into him, falling onto him, getting as deep, deep as I possibly can, vibrating, completely lost in his body. I give a few more strokes of his hard cock, and within seconds he’s arching again, crying out my name, cum striping across his chest. Gently, I remove myself from him and then lick up and down his chest, getting as much of that precious spend as I possibly can.
I move up his body and latch my mouth to his as he wraps his legs around me, pulling me closer to him. Our kisses feel like a territorial marking, a tattoo, a promise. His tongue fills my mouth, and my dick aches at the thought of him tasting himself on me. We make out like that until our battered lips beg for mercy, then pull part as we stroke each other to completion one more time.
Before sleep takes me, I go to the bathroom and wring out a washcloth under hot water, wiping him down first, then myself before throwing the rag down on the floor. I drop into the bed and roll him on his side, then hitch my leg over his and draw him into me, loving on him, stroking his hair, stroking the scruff that’s grown out on his face, rolling a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. He snuggles against me and protests when I try to get him hard again. I fall asleep with my hand on his cock and my cock nestled in the furrow of his ass. We sleep like the dead, neither of us moving, clutched like the Lovers of Valdaro, this thing between us something that not even time can tear apart.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Elijah
I’m in a state of half sleep when warm soft wet kisses trail along the edge of my ear. I slowly wake up as the kisses trail down my neck and across my collarbone, down to my nipple, where he stops and sucks hard. Just like I like it.
“Baby, how are you doing this morning?”
I shift around to snuggle against him front to front, and that’s when I feel it. Oh my god, I don’t know what he was doing back there, but… I’m gonna need a minute. “Tore up from the floor up.”
His whole body goes stiff beside me. “Shit, I should have been gentler. Are you okay? Do you me to get you anything? Should we go to the doctor?”
I crack one eye open, looking into his concerned face. “The fuck are you talking about? I feel amazing. For the next three days, every time I sit or move too quickly, I’ll be reminded how you fuck like a jackhammer, and how I’ve never had anybody go as hard as I wanted them to. Never.”
The flat line of concern at his lips smirks up into a proud little half-smile. “That’s because you've been fucking Army men. Maybe what you needed the whole time is a SEAL.” He pulls me against him, emphasizing his point with his hard-on.
