I pressed myself against him, lifting his legs slightly, pushing my leaking cock against his hole. I leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. An urge to sink my teeth in overwhelmed me. Same urge that was pushing me to bury my cock in his ass.
I wanted to claim him. To make every inch of him, inside and out, mine.
His green eyes were lit with the same fiery passion that burned a path up from my balls to my brain. It left nothing behind except a singular focus: to fuck Eli until I left him a sweaty and trembling mess, begging for my load.
I looked down at him, his face flushed, his eyebrows dipping down in pleasure. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said, tracing a thumb over his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked me in. I groaned, my cock aching to push inside him.
“Do you want me to fuck you tonight?” I said, my thumb still in his mouth. His hard dick pulsed, pressing against my abs. There was a part of me that felt like fucking Eli had the potential of ruining us both, of turning this intrigue and attraction into a full-blown obsession.
I didn’t care. I wanted him. Wanted to become one with him until we both unraveled.
But did he want the same thing?
Chapter Fourteen
Auditory-Megaphonaly Support Group
ELI
I wantedGabe to fuck me like I wanted to hit the winning numbers in the Powerball drawing.
I wanted himbad.
The one-word answer that would have changed everything almost slipped from my lips. My judgment was clouded by Gabe’s dripping cock pressing up against my hole. Inearlysaid “yes” and lay back for him, letting him take me.
Flashes of my last relationship played across my thoughts as if my brain had been hijacked.
You don’t turn me on lately.
I’m not into it.
Go jerk off, I’m beating this level.
You’re a walking fuckup.
You can’t even cook us spaghetti without messing it up. What can you do right?
Words I hated to hear coming from someone who I loved dearly and who claimed to love me back. Maybe I should have seen the relationship crashing from a mileaway, but then again, a massive iceberg could take out an unsuspectingTitanic, so could I really be to blame?
It wasn’t that I ever imagined Gabe saying those things to me, but the fact that I was eventhinkingabout them was a bad sign. I was already projecting my fears onto Gabe, as if he were my boyfriend—something that wouldneverhappen. No matter how flirty and hot we were together.
I knew that if this man pushed himself inside me, it would be game fucking over. I wouldn’t be able to come back from that. I’d imprint on him like a damn baby duckling fresh out of an egg. I wasn’t in the headspace to do that, to be hurt again. Because a secret relationship with Gabriel Sanderson would absolutely ruin me. I needed to find myself and my own happiness first before I started to spiral about someone else.
Which was why I swallowed my first one-word answer and instead used another.
“No,” I said. “Not that I don’t want to. Not that at all.”
“It’s okay,” Gabe said as he pulled back.
“I’m just not ready for it. Gotta give a guy at least a fifteen-minute head start to prep.”
Gabe chuckled at that and leaned down, locking me in a kiss that wiped away all my anxiety. “I’ll give you all the time you need. Besides, I have a feeling we can have fun in other ways.” He shifted on the bed so that he was straddling my legs, his cock jutting in the air like a damn flagpole. He spat in his hand and grabbed us both in a firm grip.
I hissed out in pleasure and dropped my head back as Gabe started to jerk us off. It was an insanely good feeling, made all the better when I opened my eyes and took in the most beautiful man on Earth. He was everything I loved in a guy and so much more. He had broad shoulders and a sculpted chest dusted in a smattering of beauty marksunderneath the trimmed hair. His face could be on the cover of magazines and have them sold out by the end of the day. Those piercing blue eyes and pink, slightly pouty lips and dark eyebrows and rounded nose and slightly larger-than-average ears, and… “Holy fuck, Gabe, that feels so good.”
His saliva had mixed with both of our precum, making our cocks slick and wet. His closed fist glided over us while he played with his nipple. I thrust up into his grip. The toe-curling pleasure of having my dick pressed against Gabe’s sent shock waves through my system.
“That’s it, buddy,” Gabe said. The word did something to the primal center in my brain that was controlled primarily by my cock. I groaned and gripped the sheet, second-guessing my decision about not fucking him. “Yeah, thrust into my hand. Rub that hard cock against mine.”
