“Go ahead of me and get ready,” I order him, nodding towards the stairs.
He blinks slowly again, eyes focusing back on me, before biting his lip and worrying the tender flesh a little between his teeth. With a nod, he tugs out of my grip and heads towards the bedroom with a purposeful stride. My watch says it’s just shy of six in the evening, so I stand and stare at the ocean as I give him a fifteen-minute head start. The sun is at just the right angle tobe sending an orange glow over the water as the waves break against the shore.
I watch the seagulls fly above the beach for a while, letting myself get distracted. I try not to think about this being the first time I’ve fucked someone that isn’t Marcus since my twenties. If I think about it too much, I might not be able to go through with it.
Once fifteen minutes creep slowly by, I head into the house, and up to the bedroom. The image that greets me takes my breath away, like a punch to my chest. I open the door to find Eli spread out on the bed, knees bent, putting on a filthy show for me.
“Fuck,” I say out loud. I don’t think my cock has ever hardened so fast. Just from the sight of him. Sweaty and waiting for me on the bed, his lip caught between his teeth.
“I couldn’t wait,” he whimpers as he glides a lube-slicked hand up and down his cock. “But I didn’t finish prepping myself because you said you want to do that.” Eli huffs a little as his hips thrust up into the tight grip of his fingers. “Please get over here. Please touch me.”
His breathy plea goes straight to my cock. Every single ounce of control in my body snaps. I hurriedly hop around to remove my pants, underwear, and then finally my shirt. A relieved sigh escapes him when I join him on the bed, letting our naked skin finally touch.
His hair is messy from the day, but also from his head dipping back on the pillow in pleasure. The tight corkscrew curls hide half of his lust-blown gaze from me.
Running my hands up his thighs, I pull them further apart so that I can fit myself between them. For a while I sit there and just watch him touch himself.
His cock isn’t particularly big, but it’s nice sized, and I liked the feel of it in my hand this morning. I know I’ll like the feel ofit in my mouth too. The idea of sucking him has me clenching my jaw with want. My mouth practically waters at the idea of it weighty and swollen against my tongue. Fuck.
“Stop touching yourself,” I demand, voice husky.
Eli lets out a little whimper but stops. He pants as he stares up at me from under his eyelashes. I grab the lube from beside him, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers.
“Flip over.” I use my hand to help guide Eli onto his knees, then I spread his gorgeous cheeks. God. I can’t wait to be inside him. I rub lube over his hole, gently pressing a finger in, teasing him just a little. He’s so fucking tight. A little gasp escapes Eli at my touch. I can tell that he’s trying to keep me from hearing his sounds.
“Let me hear you and don’t lie to me. If something hurts, tell me. If you want me to stop, tell me. If you want me to do more of something, tell me too. You have to tell me what you want.”
Eli lets out a frustrated noise. “What I want is for you to stop talking, get lube inside me, and then fuck me. That’s what I want.”
I slap his ass once and smile at his pleased inhale. I do as he says though because I know not everyone is a fan of lengthy prep. Once I’m done getting him ready, I put a condom on, slick myself up, and kneel behind him. I run a hand up his bare back, feeling the bumps of his spine beneath my broad palm. He’s not a tiny man but he’s on the thinner side, easily eclipsed by my larger body.
I slowly push into him, watching as I disappear into the tight vise of his body. He takes me easily, as if he was made for me, and I try to not think about that too much. I take a steadying breath once I’m fully inside, my hips flush against his ass. I stay there for a moment so he can adjust, but again, I’ve underestimated him. Eli shoves back against me with another annoyed grunt.
“Come on, Colby.” There’s an edge of petulance to his voice that calls to something inside me that I haven’t thought about for years. “Please,” he says even more softly as his fingers tangle in the rumpled bedsheets.
I take mercy on him and start to move. The glow of sunset fills the room, turning Eli’s sweat-slick skin a beautiful shade of burnt orange. His enthusiastic moans, my breathless whines, and the sound of our skin meeting … it’s more than I can bear. It’s been too long since I’ve been with someone like this, since I’ve felt the thrill of having someone underneath me. Giving someone pleasure while taking my own.
I tug him up until his back is pressed to my chest, so we’re both on our knees. I can reach my hand around his neck perfectly. His face is gorgeous from this angle, his parted lips, and firmly shut eyes, he’s so fucking beautiful. Turning his face as I continue to thrust deeply inside him, I press my mouth to his parted lips. He moans into my mouth as I thrust into him even sharper, nailing the spot inside him that makes him see stars, and that’s when I’ve got his number.
My Eli likes it just on the edge of pain. But I think maybe he might like something else more.
“We’ll talk about this later,” I whisper against Eli’s sweat-slicked cheek.
“Whatever,” he numbles before letting out a moan when I roughly slap his thigh.
“You’re a bad, bad boy.”
He nods fervently against my shoulder. “So bad.”
“But you’ll be good for me, right? You can be my good boy.”
Eli lets out a stifled cry. His thighs quake and his lips tremble in need against my own. Oh, he likes that too. I wonder how often he gets called a good boy, how often he gets praised. I will make it my mission the next few days to make it just a tad rough, but tell him how good he is too. A beautiful dichotomy.
I bite his neck hard as I reach down to take his cock in my hand. I can feel the rising tension in his body, feel that he’s close to the edge, and I decide to not tease him tonight. I’ll get him there fast and let him come. Because I’m a nice guy. I speed up, gritting my teeth against my own impending orgasm, and tug harder on his cock.
He tenses against me and goes limp as he comes into my hand with a muffled shout. I know not everyone likes to be fucked after they come, so I pull out and roughly shove him onto the bed. He goes happily, blinking up at me in the dazed way that makes me feel decidedly possessive. Leaning over him, I take off the condom to tug rapidly at my cock.
“Yeah,” Eli eggs me on while biting his lip. “Come all over me. I’ll sleep with it on me. I’ll wear you on my skin so everyone knows I’m yours. I’m yours. Aren’t I, husband?”
