Page 33 of His Every Move

This was wrong. This felt right. This could be explained later.

Eli’s hand locked with mine. He squeezed, pulled me forward, leaned up, and kissed me.

This was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

His tongue slid against mine, his lips making a perfect lock with mine. He tasted like heaven and sex and hell, all bundled together. A drug I needed more of. Something with the capability of making you addicted off the first hit.

I grabbed both his hips, rutting myself against him. I didn’t give a fuck that we were in public, kissing and rubbing together in a room full of other men. They all disappeared the second Eli’s lips touched mine. No one else mattered. The men could form a circle jerk around us and watch us fuck for all I cared.

There was something so primal about this. So fucking raw.

And he didn’t even know it was me. The man who’d spent almost an entire day with him, laughing and joking, bonding over stupid shit. The same man he’d hired to help him find the identity of an obsessive stalker.

The same man who’d followed him to this party, who had watched him through cameras he had helped install.

A stab of guilt cut through my horny fog. I pulled away briefly, catching my breath. Eli’s lips glistened in the low, golden light. His cock twitched. A streak of warm, wet precum painted my groin. I couldn’t hold back the growly moan that rose up from my throat.

He cocked his head. His smile slanted into a sultry smirk as his eyes raked across my face. For a brief moment, I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes.

Shit, shit, shit.

I should say something. Cut him off at the pass before he could say anything. That would lessen the blow of finding out my identity. I didn’t have to mention anything about the cameras, as shitty as that’d be. I just had to say I was invited to the party by a friend. That’s all. This was all pure coincidence.

Yeah. That would work. That’s all I had to say.

So fucking say it.

“Come,” Eli said, his hand back in mine. “Let’s find somewhere a little more private.”

Hmm. So maybe that wasn’t recognition in his eyes. Maybe… I should keep the facade up. Just a little longer…

I didn’t say a word as I allowed him to lead us out of the room. We entered the hallway, where one man was loudly deep-throating another.

Sex was all around us. Something about it felt freeing. Everyone here wanted the same thing: to have a great time with another person (or two or three). There was no judgment, no stress. Just boundless sexual energy amongst consenting and horny-as-fuck adults.

To top it all off, there was even an open bar. I was already four shots of vodka deep, not including the couple of shots I’d had before coming here, so my entire body was feeling loose. I considered stopping at the bar for another one, but Eli appeared to be on a mission, walking through the busy living room and into another hallway, up a curving flight of stairs, and down another, more narrow hall. Not a single word was exchanged between us. Body language appeared to be enough. My cock, still swollen and hard, swung between my legs with every step, same as Eli’s.

God, how big was he? He was definitely bigger than me. I wondered if he liked to top? I tended to be verse but leaned top in my past relationships, but that perfect cock of his was seriously making me consider bending over and becoming a lifetime bottom. So long as he went slow, took his time with me, opened me up, and stretched me with his thick cock.

I gave myself a stroke, feeling like a pressure valve that was set to explode.

Fucking hell, I was dripping precum. That’s how horny Eli was making me, literally fucking leaking as I walked, a string of it sticking to my thigh.

“In here,” Eli said, tugging me into an empty bedroom. I hadn’t even realized these were up here. The bedroom was gargantuan by New York standards. A full-size bed was in the center of the room, the walls covered in a deep blue wallpaper that almost had a velvet texture to it. I sat at the edge of the bed, the opulent green comforter sinking underneath me like a cloud.

I watched Eli, my heart thumping, my cock twitching. I grabbed the base in a loose fist. I wanted to speak, wanted to tell him how good his body looked in the soft light.

But I already teetered on a thin line of creeping him the fuck out if he found out who I was.

I didn’t want that. I was here to protect him but also to play around with him, and he clearly wanted to do the same with me. I wasn’t forcing anything, wasn’t coercing him.

He shut the door and locked it behind him. He turned around, rested on the door, spreading his legs. He rubbed his muscular chest, twisted a nipple. His cock throbbed between his legs. He looked so sexy in that white mask as he ran a hand through his blond curls.

Fuck. He was putting on a show for me.

Just for me.

Holy shit, I could have cum right then and there.

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