“Mm, yes.”
His stubble scratches as he plants little kisses on the back of my neck. I can feel my … oh hell, who am I kidding? I can say cock … my cock straining through my sleep shorts.
“Will you touch me? Please.”
“Can you be quiet?”
“Yes. I’ll be good.”
When Elias traces his fingertips over my stomach under my shirt, I have to bite my lip to stop from making a noise. My breath catches when he reaches the waistband. He pauses, making me wait. In my head, I whine. My head falls back.
He slips his hand into my shorts. I don’t even care how embarrassingly hard I am. Or how much I’m already leaking through my underwear.
Elias’ fingertips ghost so gently over the cotton that my toes curl.
“God, so good,” I whisper.
“You are so much fun to tease.”
I smile. “You’re having fun?”
“Yes.”
I have to bite back a complaint when he takes his hand away, but it’s only to pull my shorts down to my knees. I wriggle my hips and help him when hemoves on to my underwear. The sound of the elastic being yanked down sends a thrill through me. I roll my lips to keep my moan in.
In another moment, Elias’ hand is back on me, this time firmer, spreading precum down my shaft with his thumb.
I have to press my face into the pillow as little hums and moans try to push through my clamped mouth. Elias plays with me like he has all the time in the world. His thumb circles my head, pressing gently into the slit, before smearing my own juices down the shaft. My body is threatening to overhead. A trickle of sweat drips from my armpit. The smell of bodies mingling consumes me.
Elias shifts to put his arm under my head and I lean back into his weight and the solidity and safety of his strong chest.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.”
I push back while he works his hand over my cock. Grinding my ass against him, my head spinning with how hard he is. For me. The bed starts to creak as we rut desperately.
Elias’ hand stops, eliciting a whine of complaint from me.
“Shh,” he whispers into my hair. “We’re going to stay still.”
I follow his order automatically, though I’m not sure what he means.
“Do you have condoms in here?”
I gulp. “Yes. In there.” I point to the drawer beside the bed and Elias leans over me.
My heart thunders as I lay very still, listening to him open the condom and put it on. It’s dark and I’m facing away, but that only magnifies every sound. I canseeEliasin my mind’s eye, rolling the condom over the head of hisbeautiful cock, the slippery, rustling sound of it tightening, fitting him like a glove. My whole body throbs in anticipation. I’m so at peace, I could melt into the bed.
I tell myself I don’t even need him to touch me, until his slick fingers slide between my cheeks and a rush of pleasure hits me as he starts to ring my hole.
He’s slow and achingly patient as he toys with my body. The bicep under my head flexes as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. My leg is propped up on his thigh while Elias works his fingers inside me. My subconscious tells me I should be embarrassed about the sounds my body is making. Yet, embarrassment couldn’t be further from what I’m feeling right now.
Only when I start pushing back and grinding on his fingers does he slide them out of my body.
A little whine escapes and he laughs softly, planting a kiss in my sweaty hair.
“I’m going to give you something a little bigger now, is that okay?”
