Page 34 of His Every Move

“You know,” he said, voice low and full of desire, “you caught my eye from pretty much the moment I walked in.”

I offered a smile, stroked my cock. Body language was all it took to communicate on a night like this.

“I can’t explain it, but damn, I felt a connection.” He crossed the room, every step like striking flint against my core, the fire catching and spreading outward. I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on. My balls were tight, my cock a hard length of steel in my grip. “I hope you did, too.”

I feel it, Eli. I do.

He stopped in front of me. The sounds of the music from downstairs drifted in through the threshold. The vibrations of the bass tickled at my feet. The air between us felt charged with something powerful, electric. I reached for him, cupping his face, pulling him down for another kiss.

He climbed onto my lap and pushed me backward. I fell onto the bed, Eli’s body weight encasing me. A delicious feeling.

I thrust upward, my tongue swirling with his, our cocks rubbing together. He moaned into the kiss as I squeezed his hips, pulling him harder onto me.

This was it. This was all I ever wanted.

Could I have been a little obsessed with Elijah? Yes, I could admit to that. But was obsession not just another flavor of passion? Of connection? Of love?

This wasn’t dangerous; it wasn’t wrong. Nothing that felt this good could truly be wrong.

No. Eli and me being together was simplyright.

I reached between us and stroked. He was hot and hard in my grip.

I was right, too. He was bigger than me. Thick, long, pink. I felt like I had to taste it. My mouth watered at the thought.

I pulled his hips upward. He must have gotten the hint because he crawled higher up the bed. He brought his cock to my mouth, kneeling on either side of my head. This view, this angle, would forever be imprinted in my brain as one of the hottest fucking moments of my life.

Precum beaded on his tip. I lapped it up, the drug that was Elijah Grant officially being introduced into my system. I instantly had to have more. I opened my mouth and took him in, being rewarded with a moan of pure pleasure. I stretched my jaw as Eli stuffed more of himself down my throat.

My nose was almost to his pubes before I needed air. He pulled back. I stroked his wet, glistening dick with one hand, admiring how beautiful it was. How perfect the head was, how he had two beauty marks dotting his shaft, how his balls were tight and so damn sexy. These were details I didn’t really get to see online.

Fucking hell. Elijah was flawless. It took everything I had in me to not say it out loud.

I got back to sucking him off, bringing my wet fingers down between my legs and playing with my hole. This guy was doing something to me. He was turning me into a hungry bottom. My body ached to be filled by him. To take him down to his balls, feel him unloading inside me. It was an urge that nearly made me cry out for it. Give it all up, just so I could tell him to fuck me.

Instead, body language would have to do. I took Eli’s cock out of my mouth with an audible pop. I buried my nose in his balls and took in a deep inhale as he jerked himself off, grinding down on my face. I licked his balls before I maneuvered myself out from under his legs.

“God, you’re so sexy. What’s your name?” he asked.

Still, I couldn’t speak. What was I going to say? I could offer him a fake name, deepen my voice and hope that threw him off, but then that would be actively lying to him, and I didn’t want to do that.

I flipped him onto his back instead.

“Oh,” Eli said, smiling up at me, looking like a mask-wearing bandit moonlighting as a porn star. “No name, just dick. Got it.”

I want to give you my name. Want to give you a whole lot of things, Eli.

I got onto his lap. He licked his lips as I came down for another kiss. That way, he could see how good he tasted. His cock pulsed underneath me, matching the way my hole twitched for him.

I reached behind and grabbed his cock. He was still slick and wet from my blowjob. But he was thick, and I was tight. I’d need a little more than that.

Thankfully, this was a sex party, and the host was very considerate. They had left a bottle of silicone lube on the nightstand. I leaned over and grabbed it, popping the cap opening and squirting a generous amount in my palm.

“You’re hungry for this big dick, aren’t you?” Eli said.

I nodded, reaching for his cock again, this time spreading the lube up and down. He shut his eyes and put his hands behind his hand.

That’s it. Relax. Let me use your body, and you use mine.

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