“Oh yeah?” I asked, getting harder. Eli was inches away from me now.
“Yeah.” He swallowed. His eyes locked on mine. There was a freshly cleaned pine scent in the room, but all I could smell was Eli’s sweat, and musk, and skin, and cologne, and shampoo, and fuuuuuck. I wanted him. So fucking bad.
And I was determined to have him.
There was no stopping the collision course I set my lips on. I hit my target and swallowed Eli’s delicious moan asour lips met in a devastating kiss. I’d been wanting to do this since the moment I laid eyes on him that first night I met him. Funny how he had already had his hand wrapped around my erect cock, and yet somehow, this kiss felt more intimate and erotic than that moment.
My hand went up to the back of his neck, feeling the soft tickle of his curls against the tips of my fingers. My grip tightened. I pulled him closer to me. He tasted just as good as he smelled. I inched backward, still kissing him, until I felt the mattress press against the back of my knees.
I dropped backward. Eli fell with me, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. If this lasted an entire eternity, then I’d be happy.
With our lips were still locked, our hands began roaming underneath shirts and inside pants. I rutted against him, feeling both our hard cocks rubbing together between us. It was pure fucking bliss.
But I wanted more. So much more. I’d gotten a taste of the appetizer and now wanted to devour the entire five-course meal, all in one bite.
I reached between us and unzipped my pants while my tongue swirled around Eli’s. I tugged off my jeans. Eli looked down and let go of a tiny moan as he palmed my soaked briefs. “Jesus,” he said. “That’s a lot of precum.”
I grinned and tilted my hand back as Eli’s hand worked me over my wet underwear. “It’s a… me thing.” Fuck. In my lust-filled stupor, I nearly just revealed one of my deepest secrets to him. I was close to saying it was a “were” thing but managed to course correct just in time. That would be a conversation for another day, if that day ever came. “Do you not like it?”
“Are you kidding me? I love it.” Then, as if to emphasize his point, he got down on his knees and replaced his handwith his face, rubbing himself against me. My cock pulsed against the confines of my briefs. I could feel more precum dripping from my tip. He slowly pulled off my soaked Calvins and let my dripping wet cock spring free.
His eyes opened wide with a reverence that transformed my blood into fire.
“Damn, you have such a nice cock,” he said, holding it at the base.
“It’s all yours,” I said.
“Good.” He leaned in and licked the tip, lapping up the precum that glistened on the head. I moaned and dropped my head back, sinking into nirvana. He cupped my balls and licked up and down the shaft, kissing it, tasting it. He stroked me before he wrapped his lips around my cock.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so wet and warm. God, Eli.”
He continued to suck me into his mouth, taking more of me. He was greedy with it. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. He clearly had wanted this and was showing me just how badly. He took me down halfway before he had to come back up for air.
I throbbed in his grip. His lips were shiny under the warm light of the hotel room. He went back down, trying to take as much of me down his throat as he could. I was bigger than average but was pleasantly surprised by how much Eli was able to take.
I propped myself up on my elbows, spread my legs, and let him work. His slurps mixed with my groans of pleasure. He looked up at me with most of my cock in his mouth now.
Fucking hell. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his head. He moaned as I squeezed my thighs around him, pulling him down, making him swallow more of me. I heldhim there, his tongue swirling and saliva dripping. My toes curled, and my eyes rolled back.
I let him go, planting my feet back on the carpet. He pulled up with a gasp, smiling as he wiped his lips. “You taste like heaven.”
“Take off your clothes,” I said, my tone more commanding than I meant it to be.
Eli stood up and listened, pulling off his sweater, his hat falling to the floor and revealing a messy head of loose brown waves. He took off his shirt as I took mine off, tossing them onto the pile. His sweatpants bulged with his erection. He dropped those to his ankles.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who leaks,” I said, smiling at the wet spot in his boxer briefs.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him close. I kissed his stomach, tracing a line over his abs with my tongue. He had a dark brown happy trail leading down toward his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t wait any longer, yanking his underwear down and revealing the hottest fucking dick I’d ever seen. It was a damn work of art. Nice and thick, uncircumcised and pink, a little veiny. I leaned in and gave him exactly what he gave me: pure and unadulterated pleasure.
His hands moved to my head as I took him into my mouth. His salty-sweet pre coated my tongue as I lapped him up. He tasted as good as he smelled. I didn’t hold back, blowing him like I was working toward the gold in the Winter Oral Olympics. His sweet and half-throated sounds of bliss urged me on.
But again… I found myself craving so much more.
I stopped blowing him and stood, gently guiding him down on the bed so he was the one lying down. His naked body was on full display, splayed out like a fine art piece. He was so toned and muscular, with a defined chest and asolid six-pack. I’d seen him in the locker room and showers, but in those moments, I had worked extra hard to avoid looking at him for too long.
Not tonight, though. I wanted to etch every freckle, every beauty mark, every muscle into the back of my brain.
I got onto the bed and caged him between my arms, leaning down and kissing him again. I loved body contact, and having it with Eli was absolutely no exception.
