Page 34 of Close Quarters

I knew going from zero to a hundred was asking for a struggle but even still, for one tense moment, I was convinced I wasn’t going to be able to get into him. Only for Elliot to brace himself against the wall and shove his ass back. He let out a hiss of pain as the head of my cock finally breached him, and a couple of inches to boot. His enthusiasm had backfired on him, but I was lost in his tight heat gripping me.

“That’s better,” I told him as he let out a slow breath, sliding my hand up to hold the back of his neck. “Now arch that back. I’m going in.”

I took great pleasure in watching him arch his back, pushing even more of me into him when I refused to move with him. I wasn’t without a sliver of sympathy. I’d been on the receiving end of a dick with zero prep. That didn’t seem to be a deterrent for him, however, and he stayed there, hunched over with half of my cock opening him up.

“Good boy,” I said in a low, barely controlled voice, gripping his hip while holding onto his neck.

“Fuck you,” he said in a tight voice.

“No, I’m going to be the one fucking you,” I told him with a growl, pushing even more into him. His groan was definitely pained, and his legs began to quiver slightly, but not once did he make a move to stop me as I managed to bury the last few inches. His cheeks were pressed against my hips, squished as I made sure to get every bit of my cock inside him.

It worked in his favor that I needed a moment to get myself under control. There was no way this was going to be a marathon, not after being so pent up, getting so riled up, then getting a phenomenal blowjob only to now be entirely buried inside him. The heat surrounding my cock was intoxicating, and the grip of his ass was still incredibly strong and driving me crazy.

After finally getting myself to the point where I wasn’t going to lose it immediately, I reared back and shoved my entire length back into him. His body shook, his fingers curling against the wood walls. On the next thrust, I pulled him back, thrilled at the hold he had on me and still loving the way I could feel him beginning to loosen up.

Once it felt like I wasn’t going to ruin him completely, I didn’t waste any time beginning to really fuck him. Doubling my grip on his hip and his neck, I held him in place as I picked up the pace, making a point to pull out almost completely before slamming back in. The grip around my cock might have eased, but at no moment did the pleasure stop building inside me.

Elliot whimpered as I pounded him, his body jolting roughly each time I buried myself fully. I could tell he was struggling not to cry out and barely managing to keep himself upright. With an annoyed grunt, I yanked him away from the wall, briefly holding him against me, hand around his throat. Elliot gave a small cry as I kept him upright, still slamming into him without mercy or hesitation.

I pulled out for a moment, smirking when he groaned in protest. It didn’t last long, though, and I bent him over the bed, shoving his face into his pillow as he gripped the blanket. Making sure he was still bent over, on display for me to see, I gripped the base of my cock and shoved it back into him. As expected, he cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow, but at least now I could hear him.

Gripping his hips with both hands, I no longer had to hold back. The sounds of my hips slamming against his ass was harsh, almost drowning out his muffled cries and moans. It didn’t, though, and he met each slap of our skin meeting harshly with a grunt or a cry. Even if I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing him, I could feel his dick now and then, flung around and still rock hard with every thrust.

Then, the tone of his cries became different, and I could feel his stomach tightening under my fingertips. I was amazed at the new development, but it didn’t stop me pounding into him. I could feel him beginning to tighten around me, forcing me to use more strength to bury myself inside his ass.

His hands gripped the blanket with a white-knuckled grip, no longer crying out but panting. The thought of what was going to happen was too much for me, and the little control I had was ripped from its moorings. Hunching over him, I gripped him hard, my thrusts losing all rhythm and control. He cried out once more, and I felt his body go rigid. With a growl that came from deep within my chest, I thrust once, twice, and then buried myself as ecstasy filled me, a white flash clouding my vision as I poured into him.

My senses returned little by little, and I released my hold, my cock slipping free. Legs shaking, I stumbled back, dropping onto the only chair that hadn’t been knocked over in the brawl. Breathless, I watched as his dick, now half hard, swayed beneath him as he stayed bent over, dripping slightly in a sign that I had been right. He had come.

With a groan, he picked himself up enough to shuffle around the end of the bed and drop onto it face first. From that angle, I could see him perfectly as his legs hung off the bed, his ass in the air. It didn’t look like I had torn anything, which was a slight relief, and I felt a shiver of barely there excitement when I watched some of my cum leak out onto his thigh.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered into the bed. “What the hell was that?”

The question sent a new emotion through me, settling into my gut with an icy sharpness as the full realization of what we’d just done hit me. Yeah, what the hell was that, indeed?

God, we’d really fucked up.

ELLIOT

I was still feeling hazy and a little fuzzy by the time we got ourselves back in one piece and heard the dinner bell ring. Not that I was complaining. My entire body was buzzing with a high I hadn’t felt in a long time. Hell, even before I’d got myself locked up, I hadn’t had sex as intense and phenomenal as what we’d just done.

“God, this place is a mess,” I said as I watched Reno adjust his clothing for the umpteenth time. I liked to think it had taken him a while to actually get around to dressing again because he was having a hard time walking. It would have been disappointing if I was the only one with wobbly legs, but considering how hard he’d fucked me, I’d be surprised if his legs and stomach muscles didn’t end up nearly as sore as my ass.

I had only gotten a brief chance to admire him before he’d dressed. Even well-fucked and after a good orgasm, I wasn’t immune to the sight of him in that chair. His well-developed legs with a dusting of red hair, the bruised sight of his stomach as he leaned back, knees apart. And, of course, the sight of his cock as it sat half hard between his legs left me wondering how long it would take for my ass to recover to make another go of things.

He had been…quiet, though, and I wasn’t sure how to take that. Sure, he could be quiet when left to his own devices, but after what had just happened? I’d expected him to have a meltdown, yell at me, or shit, try to say we should never do something like that again.

I was oblivious, but I wasn’t foolish. I saw how shocked he had been when I became aware of how hard he was. I mean, I was surprised too. Who the hell gets hard after an all-out brawl with someone? Apparently, Reno. But it wasn’t like I could stand around and pretend like I hadn’t goaded the situation from random, weirdly timed boner to full-on fuckfest.

“We can clean it up when we get back,” he said, looking me over. “You going to change?”

I had managed to pull on my underwear, but other than that, I was only wearing my dirty socks and the stained, torn shirt from earlier. Then again, if Reno was any indication, putting on clothes wouldn’t help much. We had both done an absolute number on one another, and there was no way in hell we wouldn’t draw attention.

“So uh,” I got up, yanking off my shirt and tossing it into the trash. I considered changing my underwear, but since I was going to need to shower when I got back, I left them on. I pulled on the jeans for the same reason and a new shirt from the drawer. “We’re uh…kinda obvious.”

“What does that mean?” he asked sharply, snapping his attention toward me.

I rolled my eyes at his sudden paranoia. “I’m not talking about the sex. Jesus, you think people are going to look at us and imagine sex did this? No, they’re going to know we had it out.”

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