I extract my finger and push it back in, relishing in the heavy panting and small grunts it earns me.
When I have two fingers buried deep inside, scissoring him open on every other thrust, Elijah begins trembling aggressively.
I run my free hand up his spine, dancing my fingertips over his skin.
“You’re taking them so well, angel,” I tell him, and he cries out quietly.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I love you, Elijah.”
Elijah pushes back against my fingers desperately, so I add a third and angle the pads of my fingers to brush that sweet little spot inside of him. He convulses harshly, moaning loudly.
“T-there!Hngh, Row, right there.” He sounds as if he’s dying under the weight of his pleasure, and that notches my lust even higher.
I find it adorable that he tells me where it is, as if I don’t already know. As if I didn’t know every inch of his body from the moment we met.
“Take it, baby. Take what I give you.” I rub that spot relentlessly, holding his hip up as his legs begin to give out.
“I-I’m going to come,” he whines, and I slow my movements, pulling from him completely. “Nooo!”
“Shhh, I’m going to fuck you now. I just need to get a con—”
“No!” Elijah repeats, jumping up, his back pressing to my chest as he uses his newfound burst of energy to keep me with him. “No condom. I… I haven’t slept with anyone else but you since we met. And I… I want to feel—”
“Okay.” I kiss his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. “Okay, angel. I’ll fuck you raw.”
“Yes,” he whimpers, and I push him forward until his chest is pressed into the mattress again.
His abused hole is clenching around nothing once more, opening and closing impatiently as I stare unabashedly. Once again, I simply cannot help myself.
My tongue easily pushes inside, as deep as possible, and Elijah protests loudly.
“Noo! I need younow!”
Chuckling, I lean back up to my full height, pouring the cold lube over my swollen cock.
I line my head up with his entrance, and seeing the difference in size between the two makes me dizzy with desire andexcitement. No amount of prep will stretch him enough to take me without a significant amount of burn, and that gives me some sort of sick satisfaction.
“Here I come,” I warn him, and then I press into his tight hole. Elijah tenses, and I knead at the meat of his ass as I push my way into him. “Let me in, baby.”
Slowly, he relaxes enough for me to slip in, and we both exhale in unison as I sink further. As my thighs hit the back of his, I stand still, giving him a moment to adjust.
Elijah pants and groans from beneath me, his eyes clenched shut against the burn.
“So… full,” he mutters, and when I lean over his back, he gasps. “F-fuck.”
“You’re okay,” I tell him. “Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck youhard.”
It’s a threat and a promise, and Elijah shivers.
“I’m ready,” he assures me. I doubt he fully is, but Elijah is the puppet master here. I follow his every command.
I pull out until just my head rests inside of him, and then I slam forward.
Elijah’s body rocks with the force of it, and his hand shoots out to grip the blanket beneath him.
“God!” he yells, his eyes wide as tears begin to fall once again.
