I want to come.God, do I want to come. He’s fisting his cock, and I’m fucking him without breaching him, and it feels fan-fucking-tastic. I drop my lips to his neck and suck and lick and?—
Creeeek…
The sharp screech of a floorboard grabs my attention. I snap my head up, eyes swinging left—still caught mid-rock between thoseverytight cheeks.
I believe we have company.
Moaning unintelligible words, Elijah continues fisting his cock, filling the silence with sloppy sounds as I carry on with bouncing against his ass. The slide feels incredible, and with each pass of my flared head over his slippery hole, I add a little pressure, wanting so badly to push inside, but never would I ever…
Creeeek…
Another sound sets my eyes darting between shadows and shapes, locked in on the hunt for our little Peeping Tom. He’s here—I know it.
I squint, narrowing my focus, allowing my eyes to adjust to the patchy shadings of light. And… ah… there you are. Tucked into the corner by the fridge, eyes pinned directly on us.
I see you, Gabriel.
And you’re about to get the show of a lifetime.
I slam my hips against Elijah’s ass and can’t help but smirk as my dick barrels between his cheeks, harder, faster, steadier, extracting such beautiful fucking moans in Spanish that have me leaking like crazy.
It’s smooth sailing, and I punch my hips forward, sending my cock jetting through the center of his perfect ass. He’s got a good grip on his own cock, and he pumps it rapidly, palm coasting over his flared tip.
“God. Fucking godddd…” He pants as I slide right past his hole again and again and a-fucking-gain.
Heat rushes across my face, and sweat drips from my forehead. I swipe it away with the back of my wrist while snapping my hips forward to show our visitor that I’m the fucking man! Out of breath, out of control, and out of my fucking mind, I crash my hips against his ass, and my dick slams into his hole and?—
“Fuuuuck!”he yells, sending his voice ricocheting through my brain.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
I’m in.
And I need to get the hell out.
“Elijah!” I huff, pulling out of his ass so fast it causes him to draw in a heavy breath through tightly clenched teeth.
Fucking hell. What have I done?
I cringe as he fists my shirt, holding me in place while he’s still pressed face-first on the countertop. Not knowing what his intentions are, I mentally prepare myself for whatever is about to happen—like him kicking my feet out from under me and sending me crashing to the floor. It’s not a move I’d ever think he’d do, but it surely is one I deserve. But he shocks me by yanking my shirt so hard that my hips collide against his ass, and he grunts before demanding…
“More... Please, Alex. More.”
He’s out of his mind—has to be. I’m not sure who’s crazier—me or him? It’s too close to call. But ifmoreis what he wants, thenmoreis exactly what he’s getting.
I slam back in and fuck him like a maniac. Picking right up where I left off. Like I have something to prove. Harder. Faster. Sweatier. Dirtier. Hips flying fast and furious.
My mind is reeling?—
You made a promise, goddamn it!
Doesn’t matter. He wants this. He begged for it.
Right?
Fucking right?
