I nod my head softly. Without a second to waste, I move my tongue past his lips as he opens up for me, accepting all that I have to give him.
I feel his mouth pull into a smile, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. Gripping his waist, I walk him back into a nearby table.
“Holy shit,” Elijah gasps as I grab him, hoisting him up onto the table and moving myself between his legs. I run my hands firmly up his thighs and squeeze his hard-on through his pants. “What if someone walks in?” He laughs, dipping his head back.
I lick up the column of his neck, nibbling on his chin.
“Who cares?” I smirk, holding his face in-between my hands.
I kiss him deeply, melting into his embrace. It feels so good being wrapped up in him. As though he holds me down to the earth when I float out too far.
My body feels at his mercy. It makes me feel alive in this dimly lit room, surrounded by his love.
“I want you.” I pant, unbuckling my jeans. “Right now. Just like this.”
He swallows deeply, looking over at the door. “But—”
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I slip my pants down to my ankles. Elijah looks down at my swaying dick. “Okay, you win. Fuck me.” He agrees, rushing to undo his own.
I quickly help to slide down the bundle of his pants and boxers, leaving them around his ankles as his legs wrap around me. There’s no time to take them all the way off.
Pulling him close to me by his thighs, I align our dicks against each others. “Damn,” I sigh, soaking up the connection. “You’refun,” I say, rubbing us against each other.
He huffs out a laugh, joining his hand with mine, stroking us both. “I’ll give you what you want,wheneveryou want it. You know that, right?" He asks breathlessly. “I’mallyours, T.”
I pull away, watching his hard dick flop against his waist. He props himself on the table with his elbows, spreading his legs wide like a platter of my favorite food.
I suck in a breath, my eyes refusing to look away as I lower to my knees.
“Come here,” I mutter, sliding him to the edge of the table."I need to taste you."
“Ohshit,” he gasps, propping his legs over my shoulders. I lick my tongue across his asshole, lapping up his rim hungrily, like I’ve never been fed before. Elijah lets out a desperate groan as his body squirms in response. Stroking myself at the same time, I can’t help but moan against his soft, delicious skin.
“I love the sounds you make for me.” My voice comes out heavy and breathless as I sink a finger into him. “More. Let me hear you.” He’s turning me on so much, I can’t stop myself. His hips slowly rock back against my finger as I pump him leisurely.
Blood rushes to my groin as he does what he’s instructed to do. The sound of my sloppy kisses mixed with his wrecked moans fills me with a blinding lust.
I stand back up, admiring the gorgeous sight in front of me. With his hair, a tousled mess, brows drawn together, and mouth slightlyagape as he lazily strokes himself, I could come just from watching him.
“Dammit, T. Get inside me before I come,” he begs, sitting up, hand closing around my cock and pulling me closer. I groan as my tip teases his entrance, inching inside him.
“Shit, E… but, I don’t want to hurt you.” I cup the back of his neck, pressing my forehead to his, watching every subtle twitch as I circle his rim. “We don’t have any lube,” I growl, teeth catching my bottom lip.
“Oh, fuck it. I don’t care.” Elijah grunts, taking my hand off his neck and spitting a generous amount of saliva into my palm.
His urgency shatters my last restraint. I slide my dick through my slick fist before thrusting inside him, knocking the wind out of us both. He drops his head back, groaning, as I start a steady, unrelenting rhythm, every stroke pulling us closer to the edge.
Soon the room is full of loud smacks of my thighs against his ass, mixed with the screeching of the table across the floor.
Elijah quickly pulls up his shirt, revealing his bare torso. “Tell me you’re all mine. Say it,” he says before stuffing his mouth with the edge of his shirt.
“All yours,” I stammer. I’m losing control. “Every inch of me.” I gasp. The pressures becoming too much.
Gripping the edge of the table with one hand, he strokes himself with the other.
“Fuckyes. Come with me,” he shudders. I feel his ass clench around my dick like a vice.
His eyes roll back as white ropes spill from him, coating his clenched stomach—my favorite part.I can’t hold back any longer; I erupt inside him, filling him completely. I groan, pressing deeper, grinding my hips against his a few more times, riding out the heat between us.
