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We stumbled our way down the hall and into Ellis’s room. The second we’d crossed the threshold, he shoved me backwards, toward the bed, and I scrambled onto the mattress as he shut the door behind us. He grinned wickedly and stepped closer before stopping to tug his shirt off and toss it aside.

I let out a sharp exhale at the sight of his body, strong lines, lean muscle, his arms covered in ink, and then he stepped out of his paint-stained jeans and his boxer briefs and my mouth went dry. My hand went to my cock, still hidden beneath layers of denim and cotton, and I touched myself through my clothes, my hips rocking up as I sought friction.

Ellis groaned and gripped his own erection, which was leaking from the tip, and stroked himself once before gripping the base tight. He tipped his chin at me. “Jeans. Off.” His voice was low and husky and his words came out insistently.

Another tight breath escaped me and I hurried to do as he’d asked, lifting my hips off the bed and shoving my clothes off and to the side. For a moment, neither of us moved, both of us staring at the other, taking it all in.

I inhaled raggedly and reached for him. “Come here.” When he moved closer, I pulled him down onto the bed next to me and as soon as he was down, I moved one leg over his body until I was straddling him.

Ellis looked up at me with lust-drunk eyes and smirked. “Now what?” He bucked his hips, his cock thrusting against my ass, sending a wave of desire through me.

“Not yet.” I dropped down and kissed him, hungry and open-mouthed, desperate for Ellis to see just how much I wanted him. Moving lower, I kissed my way down his neck and throat, down his chest, and lower still, until I reached the soft trail of body hair that worked its way down to his groin. I looked up at him from between his legs and raised my eyebrows, an unspoken question.

Ellis nodded. “Yeah.”

With that, I took his cock in my mouth, making him moan softly and arch his back as he thrust into my mouth. I lowered until my nose was pressed against his small patch of neatly trimmed hair and then drew back gradually, sucking and bobbing my head as I did.

Ellis moved his hands to the back of my head, gentle pressure urging me on, and I picked up the pace, using my free hand to stroke and tease his balls. I loved having him in my mouth, the way he tasted and the way he smelled filling my senses, his thick cock stretching my lips, and I never wanted to stop. Moaning around him, I dragged my tongue across his slit, his salty precum making my mouth water as I ached for more.

“Fuck,” Ellis murmured. “You have to stop.”

I looked up at him with wide eyes, pulling off but not releasing his cock from my grip. “What’s wrong?”

He chuckled softly and shook his head. “I won’t last long enough to fuck you if you keep doing that, and I absolutely need to be inside of you tonight.”

His words sent a shiver of lust through me and I moaned quietly. “Now?”

“Now.”

I nodded and worked my way back up his body, pressing a quick kiss to him before I moved to the side to allow him to get up. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom and my stomach fluttered in eager anticipation, a surge of need pulsing through me.

Ellis lay next to me and opened the bottle before hitching my leg high on his hip. A moment later, he poured lube onto his fingers and eased a hand around to my ass and dragged his fingertips along my crease. When I moaned eagerly, he kissed me while moving his fingers against my hole and teasing the muscle there for several long, torturous moments. Eventually, Ellis pressed the tip of one finger inside of me.

I rocked back against his hand, groaning when the slick slide of his finger didn’t stop at the tip. He kept pushing into me until he was buried deep and then withdrew, easing out in a slow, steady motion. After a few thrusts with just the one, he added a second finger, stretching me open just a little. My cock, pressed between our bodies, was leaking heavily, leaving smears of precum on his stomach. Every tiny movement made my nerve endings light up, between his fingers in my ass and his cock sliding next to mine, and I was lightheaded with the desire to have his cock inside of me.

“Ellis, I—” My voice caught in my throat.

“Almost there,” he murmured reassuringly. He added a third finger alongside the other two and I groaned at the slight burn and stretch. “I need to be sure you’re ready.”

I wanted to tell him I was ready, to beg him if I had to, feeling as if I would burst into flames if he didn’t fuck me soon. At the same time, I’d never had a partner take such gentle, deliberate care of me, never had a partner who wanted to go slow and want to make me feel this good. I never wanted it to end.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and reached for the condom. He ripped the package open and eased it on, my breathing ragged already. A moment later, he added more lube to the outside of the condom before looking at me with a dark, lust-filled gaze.

“How do you want it?”

I swallowed hard, barely able to control my voice. “I don’t care. Just want you.”

He nodded and pulled me to him, shifting us until I was straddling him once again. One of his hands went to the base of his cock to hold it steady and I moaned, lining up and slowly sinking down onto him. As I settled down, my ass pressing against the flat of his pelvis, Ellis sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Having him stretch and fill me was such a welcome relief I let out a broken groan that sounded like a sob.

I wanted to go slowly but I knew I wouldn’t be able to make myself do that once I started, even in this position, where I had control of the pace. I leaned forward and kissed him, Ellis’s tongue sliding along mine as I slowly lifted my hips and thrust back down onto his cock. He moaned into my mouth, making precum pulse from my tip.

Ellis reached between us and wrapped a hand around my erection, stroking me as I began to fuck myself on him, his hand matching my pace. His other hand went to my hip, gripping hard, fingertips digging into my muscle and I couldn’t tell whether he was guiding me or just holding on. Either way, I wanted more.

I fucked myself on him faster, harder, until my orgasm started to build deep inside me, my heart racing, heat banking in my gut and spreading through me.

“I’m close,” I murmured.

“Thank fuck,” Ellis said through gritted teeth. He finally opened his deep brown eyes and looked directly at me, our gazes meeting.