Page 63 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Alexander whispered, kissing his way up Elliot’s chest. He fucked his finger in and out of Elliot, not stopping as he journeyed up the man’s body. It felt like his lips touched every square inch of Elliot’s body, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside Elliot. To claim him in a way no one would ever claim him again. To fuck the hurt out of him until Alexander’s cum marinated him from the inside out, bathing him in Alexander’s truth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whimpered, rocking back on Alexander’s finger, practically begging for it.

“I’m going to slide another in. Are you ready?”

The second finger slid in with ease, thanks to a heavy gush of Elliot’s natural slick. It trickled down, coating his entire palm. Alexander wanted to taste more of his Elliot. He leaned closer, licking a half-ring around the place where his fingers and Elliot’s body were connected. Elliot clenched in response, sending a rush of adrenaline down his body, to pool in his cock. He rose to his knees, his eyes never leaving Elliot’s.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Elliot whispered, and the sound of fear in his voice stopped Alexander’s tracks. Elliot’s eyes were closed, probably scared to show his colors to Alexander. He had good reason to be worried; if Alexander saw the slightest hint of sad blues or frightened reds, he’d call off the whole thing. He wouldn’t hurt Elliot again.

“Open your eyes for me, baby,” Alexander coaxed. “Please? Let me see your colors.”

Elliot shook his head. “I can’t.”

Alexander touched his cheek. “You can. I promise. You don’t have anything to be scared of. It’s just you and me.”

Hesitantly, Elliot’s eyes flickered open, and there was a new color swirling in the corners. Alexander thought he knew all Elliot’s colors. They flashed pink-pink-pink when Elliot’s heart was so happy it couldn’t contain his excitement. Red was anger, and orange, nervousness. When Elliot was being a cheeky scamp, they would turn yellow. He hadn’t seen much blue since reconnecting with him, because Elliot hadn’t had a reason to be sad. This new color, though—this bright, iridescent silver light shifted hue each time Alexander tilted his head—Alexander had no idea what it meant.

“What does silver mean?” Alexander asked, stroking Elliot’s face.

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before.” He placed a hand over his heart for emphasis. “Big feelings. Bigger than anything I’ve ever felt.” He sniffled, his eyes wet with emotion. “I want you. I want all of you.” He reached for Alexander’s hand and guided it to his shaft. “Make me feel good when you enter. I think it might help.”

Alexander nodded, slowly stroking the man he loved. “Of course.” With one hand wrapped around his shaft, Alexander fisted the other around his cock. “Are you ready? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I promise, baby. I won’t be mad.” When Elliot nodded, mumbling a plea for him to continue, Alexander aimed his cock at his entrance, teasing the hole with his cockhead. “Open up for me, baby.”

As if the words were a kiss of life, Elliot’s resistance fell, and Alexander sank into him. He moved slowly, trying not to hurt Elliot. Their eyes were locked, and thankfully, Elliot didn’t seem to be in pain. He looked confused, but Alexander didn’t know what he could be confused about.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s . . . I think it feels good.” He blinked a few times, like he was trying to test the statement’s validity. Elliot’s back arched and he slid further down Alexander’s shaft, not stopping until they were connected completely. Elliot craned his neck, trying to look past his belly to where Alexander was embedded inside him, but he wasn’t bendy enough. He had a half-smile on his face like he was worried smiling any wider might tempt fate. “Can you move a little? I want to see if it still feels good.”

Alexander leaned down, careful not to place his weight against Elliot’s bump, and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Slowly, he pulled out until only the head was inside, then sank back into Elliot’s tight warmth. He repeated the action, feeling proud when he saw the new silver light in Elliot’s eyes shift into the brightest pink he’d ever seen.

“I love this,” Elliot admitted, tears spilling down his cheek. He covered his mouth with both hands, unable to look away from Alexander. “I didn’t know it could feel good. Alexander, I—I didn’t think I’d ever . . .” He wiped his tears away with his palm. “Thank you.”

The look he was giving Alexander made his heart skip a beat. He was acting as if he was just handed the most precious thing in the world. Perhaps he had. Perhaps, by making love to Elliot, Alexander was providing a glimpse into their future. A life without pain. A world without fear. Alexander wanted the expression to remain etched onto Elliot’s face, timeless and solidified, unfaltering.

“I love you,” he breathed, sliding out, then fucking his way back in. “I love you so much, Elliot.”

Elliot pressed a hand over Alexander’s heart. “I love you, too.”

Alexander picked up the pace, watching Elliot’s eyes for any sign of nervous orange lights. Every thrust felt like a declaration, and the sense of completeness only made Alexander thrust harder—deeper—into Elliot.

“You like that, baby? Does that feel good?”

Elliot knocked Alexander’s hand away from his shaft and took charge, stroking himself. Pre-cum flew from the tip, spattering Alexander’s chest in inconsistent patterns. He nodded emphatically, meeting each of Alexander’s thrusts in with a thrust of his own.

“So much. More, Alexander. More?”

“I’ll give you as much as you need. Just keep riding that dick, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” He leaned over Elliot’s belly and latched onto his mouth, sucking fiercely. He wanted Elliot to clamp down with his teeth. To draw blood. Maybe even to scar him so he could never forget this moment. He touched Elliot’s nipple, and the moment they connected, Elliot let out the loudest cry he’d ever heard. “You’re so responsive for me, sweetheart. Fuck. I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a wonderful job.” His tongue slipped into Elliot’s mouth, tangling as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He was getting close, and he knew it wouldn’t be long, so he pulled their mouths apart and touched their foreheads together. “I want to come inside you, Elliot. Are you ready? You want me to make you mine?”

“God . . . Yes . . . Please.” He was a whining, writhing mess of a man, and Alexander loved every second of it.

“Here it comes. Fuck. Elliot. Baby, I’m—I’m . . .” Alexander reared back his head and howled out his pleasure like a wolf baying at the moon. His cries were raw and animalistic, a stark contrast to the reserved businessman he usually presented as. With Elliot, he didn’t have to be Alexander Davenport, heir to an empire. He could be wild and wicked. He could take his pleasure when he saw fit.

Alexander pulled Elliot’s hand away from his cock and shook his head. “You’re not going to come that way.”

Elliot stared at him like he’d just stolen the only happiness Elliot had ever known. Alexander didn’t care. He had a gift for his precious boy. Trailing a finger through Elliot’s slick, he coated it around Elliot’s cock. In one fluid motion, Alexander pulled out of Elliot’s hole and straddled his lap, careful not to place pressure on the baby. Reaching beneath himself, he held Elliot’s cock, aiming it at his entrance.

Elliot’s eyes bulged. “What are you doing?”

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