Page 64 of Choke Up

He's the one about to take my cock in his tiny hole that I’ve already split open once, but he's reassuring me. Make it make sense.

Achingly slowly, I line myself up and push inside. Once I've pushed the full crown of my cock through the first ring of muscle, I hold still, searching Ellis' eyes for any signs of discomfort. With a small smile, he tilts his hips, encouraging me further. It's an agonizingly slow process, as I feed my cock into his hole inch by inch in small, incremental thrusts, letting us both accommodate every time I sink a little deeper. Every muscle in my body aches from how tense I am, fighting to control every tiny movement. I try to focus on anything except what it feels like to have my cock inside him. It's impossibly tight and hot, and I feel like it's sucking me in, trying to swallow me whole. It can have me. Fuck.

At just over halfway in, Ellis is breathing differently. A little farther, and his eyes are clenched. I move to pull back, but he locks his ankles behind my back. I have to push back against his hold so he can't force me in faster.

"Don't you dare stop," he says firmly. "I can take it."

"You have to relax, baby. Bear down and let me in," I coax him gently, remembering some of the tips I read about online.

With a slow, deep breath, I feel the tension inside him give away, relaxing so I can sink further inside. As I do, Ellis releases a low, breathy moan. My pelvis locks against his, all the way seated. I lean my forehead against his, taking my own slow, deep breaths.

"You're fucking perfect, Ellis. Everything about you… just… perfect."

I'm starting to wonder if having the lights on was a good idea after all, because being able to look into his eyes as I start to move inside him is doing something to me I can't explain. It feels fucking amazing. Bolts of electricity zip up and down my spine with each slow thrust. But it's more than that. The raw love and trust in his gaze is violent. It cracks my chest open, and I'm bleeding out everywhere. It hurts and I've never been more terrified in my life. But it's also euphoric.

Entire chunks of who I am break off and rearrange to fit a new reality. Crucial parts of me dissolve and evaporate, making the air in the room stifling and humid. Sweat is pouring off both our bodies, and we're sucking in deep lungfuls of thick air. Most of my weight is held up on one elbow, my hand threaded in Ellis' dark hair. My lips are fused to his. My free hand roams everywhere, touching, caressing, kneading his flesh. When I grip one side of his ass, hiking his leg higher on my waist, he gasps.

"Oh, God… Gabe… There…" He pants, and I roll into him gently, the new position pegging his prostate. "Fuuuuck. Gabe! Come with me."

"With you?" I repeat.

"Yes!"

Fuck.

I lose a little of my composure, thrusting into him in short, fast strokes. He cries out with each hit, nails digging into my ass as he encourages me.

"More! Fuck! Yes!"

The sound of his cries, my impassioned grunts, and skin slapping against skin echo through the room as the first pulse of Ellis' orgasm tightens the muscles around my cock. He reaches down and pumps his cock as he shoots thick streams of cum all over his stomach and chest.

"Oh, FUCK! Ellis—Nnnyynng."

Unintelligible sounds and words escape me. I'm pretty sure there's a declaration of love in there somewhere, possibly a mention of him having my babies. I'm not responsible for whatever comes out of my mouth. All I know is that his ass is clenching around me so hard it almost hurts as I thicken inside him and a brilliant white light flashes behind my eyes. I press our bodies together, rolling us so Ellis is on top, because I can't hold myself up. My eyes roll back, hips thrusting up as dizziness threatens.

"Oh, God," Ellis moans, meeting my upward thrusts with rolls of his hips. My cock hits his prostate hard in this position, and he shouts as his cock spurts a few more times.

When it's over, he collapses on top of me. I hold him tight, overwhelmed with emotional aggression, and I don't want any cum to escape yet.

My hands rub up and down his back and sides, murmuring how perfect he is, how good he felt inside. Eventually, our heart rates slow and breathing returns to normal. I'm a little woozy, but in a love drunk sort of way.

"I know I'm going to have to get up soon, but I don't want to," he mumbles sleepily against my chest.

Reality sets in, and I chance a glance at my alarm clock. It's getting close to the time I thought Elliot might get home, but it could take them longer. We can take a few more minutes.

Once I have my bearings, I slowly and carefully roll us again. Pressing against the backs of Ellis' thighs, I get a good look at my cock inside him, at his hole stretched around me, red and raw. I pull out gently, drawing a hiss from Ellis, and then watch in rapture as the cum trickles out of his gaping hole.

"Jesus Christ, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I could watch my cum drip out of your ass for hours." I watch until he begins to close, desperately wanting to open him back up with my tongue.

"As long as you still love me when I'm covered in stretch marks from carrying your babies," he jokes.

I drop my head to my chest, both amused and embarrassed as I think back on some of what I said.

"Don't sulk," he laughs. "I rather enjoy all the weird, filthy stuff that comes out of your mouth."

"Oh yeah? What about weird, filthy stuff that comes in my mouth?"

CHAPTER 27

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