He pulls my arm away, and his eyes are soft. “Then we’ll make this round gentle.”
I roll my eyes and grab for the lube and the condoms, plural because we’re going to need them. I stroke his already hard cock into full size and then roll the condom down his length while he lies back. The smile never leaves his face, and when I stroke his covered cock up and down with lube, he leans his head back and swallows, hard. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Baby, I’m going to need you to prep me.”
His eyes fly open again. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”
He clumsily grabs for the tube of lube, spreading it along his fingers. I go to change positions, and he whines and keeps me in my place, right on top of him. I think he likes the weight of my body on his. After adjusting me so that he can reach me properly, he brings one hand around to pull a cheek out of the way, then uses the other to stroke a finger up and down my channel, teasing me with short little swirls around my entrance before moving on. I grunt and he smiles.
“I’m a top!” He giggles, imitating our favorite YouTube stars.
“Today you are,” I say, impaling myself on his wandering finger.
He pouts but pushes in farther. “That’s cheating!”
“I don’t care, I need your fingers in me.” I pant as he adds another finger, filling me with pressure that turns to pleasure in an instant. His smile becomes heated, and he strokes those thick fingers of his in and out, dragging them along my prostate, driving me absolutely insane. We take a few extra minutes to get me stretched out with extra fingers, and some scissoring, and some time. But that’s Elijah, patient, waiting.
When I know I’m ready for him, I pull away from his fingers and raise his arms above his head while I slowly, slowly seat myself on that beautiful cock of his. We grind in unison, and the brief sting gives way to pleasure. He was right, of course. That little bite of pain followed by his fat cock head rubbing up against my prostate is a perfect combination of salty and sweet.
I press down, taking him farther inside of me, pleasuring him. I love riding him like this—his face is so expressive that I know he feels as good as I do. “Open your eyes for me, beautiful. I want to see those icy blues when you come inside of me.”
His eyes immediately fly open and find mine, and he begins to piston his hips upward, timed perfectly with my downward thrusts and undulations. Quickly we are both lost to the moment, but we keep our eyes on each other, watching each other’s expressions as the pleasure builds and builds until we can’t hold it anymore. With one final, almost violent thrust upward, he hits my prostate, hard. I’d only ever privately given myself a prostate orgasm, and having Elijah in control of that aspect of my pleasure is blowing my mind and making my heart do funny things. I come without warning, spilling onto his chest, clenching tightly as the feeling rolls through my body. He lets out a deep moan and fills the condom inside of me with a warmth that sends shivers over my nerve endings.
I gingerly disconnect from him, wincing at the loss of his heavy cock. He ties off the condom and tosses it into the trash can by my bed. I grab a T-shirt and wipe down his chest, licking what the fabric misses.
He is soft, pliable, cum drunk in my arms, and I spoon him with one leg hitched over his and we fall asleep like that, lost to the world outside of us.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Elijah
“Oh my god. Jake owes me five dollars.”
I crack my eyes open and spy Roly at the bedroom door, one hand on his hip, tapping his foot against the plush carpet.
“What is it with you Martinezes and your bets?”
Roly explains as though it’s obvious. “We use betting as a way to keep it interesting. And I told Jake that I was sure you two have made up and are back to fucking. I was right, so now he has to pay up. Five bucks.”
“Surely, this kind ofchismeis worth more than five bucks,” I say, slightly miffed at the small amount. Nick grins and hugs me tighter when he hears the Spanish word for gossip.
“Oh, honey this is worth ahellof a lot more than five dollars. However, we decided early on to cap it at five dollars so that if something is lost, nobody’s in any real danger of being hurt financially by it.”
Nick grinds against me and holds me tighter. “Yeah, Roly. That works out in your favor, since you’re always wrong. You lose more bets than anybody I know.”
“Well, at least I’m good at being bad at bets.”
Nick inhales my scent, trying to ignore the man in his room. Our room. “Is there anything I can help you with, Roly? Because I’ve got a man in my bed, and I don’t plan on letting him out for quite a while.”
I blush at the open display of affection, not sure how I feel about it. I look over at Roly, and he’s rolling his eyes, smiling at me.
“Primo, don’t embarrass your boyfriend. That’s not cool.”
Boyfriend? I look over at Nick, hopeful.
Nick rubs his hands over my chest and kisses my jaw. “I just checked in with my boyfriend, and he’s doing just fine, thank you very much.”
“Okay then, my work here is done.” Roly dusts off his hands and turns to leave.
“Roly, seriously, what are you doing here?”
