I could spend all night with those lips traveling across my body.
“Then please do. My lips would love to explore your body, Alex.”
He chuckles lightly, and I want to curl up and die from the embarrassment of blurting out my thoughts.
Unaffected, Elijah stands and flicks off the fireplace, holding his hand out to me. For a brief moment, I hesitate—knowing if I stay the night, I’ll be crossing that line from straight to something new. I’ve only known this man for less than twenty-four hours, and yet I’ve already dipped my toe into gay heaven… and damn, do I want to dive back in. I want to leap across that line that divides our sexuality—sign up foreverythinggay heaven has to offer. A full membership. All-inclusive.
Decision made, I exhale my final breath of resignation and take his hand.
6
ELIJAH
A sliverof moonlight drifts like dust across my bedroom
“Elijah.” Alex’s voice is breathy as I lead him over to my bed.
Turning to face him, he stands almost stoic, bathed in that sliver of moonlight. He’s stunning, and I can’t believe he’s agreed to stay the night.
I sneak my hands underneath his shirt and feel him shiver at the contact of my palms sliding up his chest, taking his shirt with me.
I meet him on the other side with a slow-burning kiss, letting the butterflies settle before I deepen it. His lips are warm, familiar now, yet each touch feels like discovering something new.
My hands travel across the wings of his eagle tattoo, tracing each feather, memorizing every curve and line, like a map of his story etched into his skin.
A soft moan falls from his lips when I pinch his nipples, then flatten my tongue over the perky pink nubs.
I slide my palms over his shoulders and down his arms, lingering to massage each muscle before finally resting on his hands, tracing the lone puzzle piece on the inside of his left wrist.
“Elijah.” He exhales, shattering my sultry thoughts. I take a seat on the bed, gently pulling his rigid body toward mine. Once again, he stands perfectly still.
I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of his pants, tugging lightly to loosen the string. With a slow, deliberate motion, I drag them down to his knees, and his dick springs free, slapping against his lower abs.
What a beautiful sound.
And the sight? Nothing short of amazing.
My mouth waters.
“Mmmm,” he moans, deeper than before, sending a shiver through me. He gives himself a nice languid stroke before resting that gorgeous dick against my waiting lips. His spongy head drags across my mouth, painting precum like lip balm against my parted lips and my face. It’s sloppy and mindless; there’s no method to his movements.
I chase after the salty wetness with my tongue.
“Ahh, Elijah...”
I’m addicted to his sounds. Need to hear more of them. Feel them vibrate through me.
I guide his dripping cock back to my lips, licking a thick band of cum from the tip. A string of moans rolls through his chest as I lather his head with saliva. His cock twitches when I run my tongue along the underside of his plump ridge. I pause, letting him breathe, allowing the heat between us to build with each shallow inhale.
Then I part my lips and suck him into my mouth. His cock slides like butter across my tongue, and I swallow around his velvety tip as it slips down the back of my throat, eliciting another deep, drawn-out moan.
I pull back, smiling with his cock resting against my lips. Then slip my hand underneath his balls, gently raising them so my tongue glides seamlessly down his shaft and over his sac. My finger traces his taint.
“Fuck, Elijah… fuuuck,” he chants, breathless, as I drag my tongue back up and deep throat his cock again. His fingers slip into my hair, and he yanks my head forward, fucking into my mouth. I suck harder, tightening my lips, feeling his veins bulge against my tongue.
“Elijah, Elijah. Oh god. Oh, fuuuck?—”
I swear. One more moan from this man and?—
