“Then explain it to me.”
That catches me because he genuinely means it. I stare at him, not knowing how to articulate it.
“I don’t know how to be someone’s good thing.” The words feel too raw, too exposed.
CJ’s expression breaks slightly. Then he steps closer. Not touching me, just waiting.
“Eli,” my name is quiet on his lips. “You don’t have to be anything except yourself.”
My lips close the distance, and I kiss him, hoping I don’t somehow ruin this. CJ’s hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me there like he’s reminding me I’m safe, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
His lips brush mine as his tongue teases the seam of my lips. I open for him as his kiss deepens. CJ has a way of kissing that makes everything else disappear, rolling into my mouth and exploring every single millimeter.
My tongue dances with his, and he pulls me tight to him.
He turns me and pushes me gently against the door. His thigh moves between my legs. My hips start to move against his thigh, my breath coming in short bursts as the friction sends sparks through every nerve. I chase the feeling of him, and he meets me there, moving with me like we’ve done this a hundred times.
My body reacts to him, every nerve awake as CJ’s lips trail down my neck. I lose myself in the feeling of him, in the way he holds me like I’m worth keeping.
His lips move to the spot just beneath my ear, and a quiet sound of need slips from me before I can stop it. He kisses hisway to the other side, slow and deliberate, then moves down to my collarbone. Every touch makes me feel wanted.
Chosen.
His hand moves between us, and I feel the intention behind every touch. He isn’t taking; he’s learning. Being touched like this feels new, terrifying, perfect.
My breath catches at the way he looks at me: like I’m precious, like I’m worthy.
“CJ,” I moan.
His eyes never leave mine as his hand moves between us, pulling my briefs down until they sit just below my hips. He pulls his cock free and wraps his hand around both of ours.
Oh my god, his fingers.
His hand grips us together, and my world narrows to just him. He holds me like he knows exactly what I need: no fear, no hesitation. His eyes hold mine, his forehead pressed to my temple, our breath mixing as I catch the familiar scent of coffee and toothpaste, something so ordinary, yet so intimate. His hand stays steady as he strokes us.
“Baby Boy,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Look at me. Stay with me.”
My vision blurs. His voice pulls me back from the edge, steady and sure.
We move together, lost in the moment, both of us chasing the same thing. My body shakes as I groan his name, the release feeling like I’m breaking open in his hands.
Everything narrows down to him: his hands, his voice as he calls me Baby Boy.
His.
Mine.
The feeling builds and tightens until he strokes us both to climax. My hands grip his shoulders tight as my cum coats his hand, which he uses as lube to stroke himself over the edge.
“Eli…”
My name leaves his lips as he throws his head back, his cum hot as it lands on my chest. The sight of him unraveling steals my breath.
The intensity running through me leaves me breathless, clinging to him as the overwhelming need settles into something peaceful.
My mind can’t process anything except CJ. The world disappears. CJ pulls me closer, his forehead resting against mine.
“Baby, come back to me, Eli.”
