Page 93 of Devilry

I clutch onto his ass, and lift his hips off the bed. Spreading his cheeks, I give a quick, tantalizing swipe of his hole.

“That,” he cries out, arching his back. “Fuck, Cole. I want youthere.”

The desperation in his voice is enough to have me come apart. Push me over the edge.

Dropping him on to the bed, I climb over him and slam my mouth to his.

I get lost in all the beautiful things about Elijah. His sweet taste. His unfiltered need. His unrestrained desire. I give him everything I have to offer, one sex filled drop at a time.

Pulling away, I lean over him to reach the nightstand. Opening the drawer, I quickly grab a condom and the bottle of lube. Throwing them onto the bed, I move back between Elijah’s legs and sit on my knees.

“Are you sure?” I ask through labored breaths. “There’s no rush.”

He grabs the lube from beside me and hands it to me. “There’s only one person I trust enough to be my first.”

Knowing we were headed in this direction, I hoped to be his first, but now he’s voiced it? I’m slowly realizing, I don’t want to just be his first… I want to be his only.

I place a hand on his knee and push his legs apart. Leaning down, I kiss behind his ear and whisper. “I promise I’ll make it good for you, baby.”

He grabs my face before giving me a chance to move away, his green eyes imploring me to listen. “I’ve waited my whole life to feel this,” he starts. “To have a strong, beautiful man pound into me with his thick cock. To have every thrust drown out the years of noise. I want to see the fucking stars with you, Cole.”

Not for the first time, Elijah has rendered me speechless. I can feel my blood working overtime, thumping in my veins, trying to quicken the flow and to restart every part of me.

With his heart in his eyes and that desperate plea on his lips, I don’t just want to show him the stars. I want to show him the sun, the moon, and all the wonders of the goddamn world.

“Cole,” he whispers.

I swallow down the foreign onslaught of emotions wending their way into my heart and give Elijah my full attention. “Yeah, baby.”

He runs his hand through my trimmed beard. “Are you okay?”

I press a soft gentle kiss to his lips. “Better than okay.”

“So, you haven’t changed your mind?” he asks nervously.

“About having sex with you?” He nods vehemently. “Not a fucking chance.”

Returning my lips to his, I lick the seam of his mouth till he opens up for me. Caressing his tongue, I work through the plethora of unknowns, the only way I know how.

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” I tell him in between kisses. “And now, you’ve asked me to show you the stars.” I slip my hands between us and grab his heavy cock. “Elijah. Sweet boy, I’m going to show you the whole fucking constellation.”

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Elijah

Sealing his declaration with a kiss, Cole’s mouth begins to make its way from my mouth down to my chest and past my abdomen. My body breaks out into goose bumps; the lower he gets the harder the waves of anticipation crash underneath my skin.

He sits back on his haunches and squirts a generous amount of lube onto the tips of his fingers.

Louder than I thought, his eyes perk up at my sharp inhale.

“You lead the way okay? You say more or stop, and whichever it is I’ll do immediately.” He juts his chin out to me. “Now, I want you to wrap your hand around that pretty dick of yours and show me how well you can fuck your fist.”

Harder than I’ve ever been before, it’s almost a relief to start stroking myself. It doesn’t take long for the pearls of pre-come to reappear and my balls to tighten.

Big, strong hands raise my hips and spread my cheeks. “Don’t stop until I tell you to, okay?”

Unable to talk, I continue, my movements slow and methodical. My muscles begin to tighten as the urge to release creeps up the base of my spine.

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