Page 87 of His Every Move

He growled. “Always have been.”

Every inch of skin was touched, every moan was earned. I kissed a trail down his chest, licking over his nipple and biting gently. His hips bucked. I could feel a streak of pre-cum paint my belly.

I took my time worshipping him, intoxicated by the way his skin tasted and by how his body reacted to my touch. So wet, so hard, so fucking hot.

When I finally reached his cock, I gave him one long, slow lick that made his head fall back with a grunt. I took him deep, slow, wanting to taste every inch. He threaded his fingers through my hair and whispered my name like a prayer.

He tasted like heaven and hell and everything in between. He gave me life with his cock. He gave me what I needed, what I craved.

He made me crave evenmore.

When I pulled off, he was panting.

“I need to be inside you,” I said.

Benji spread his legs and reached into the nightstand. “Then take me.” He handed me a bottle of lube, his body splayed out for me to enjoy.

“Oh, I will.”

I took my time with him, dragging slick fingers down the curve of his ass, teasing over his entrance until he was panting and begging for me to enter him. He was sofuckingresponsive—every gasp, every shudder, every slow grind of his hips was a drug I wanted another hit of. I watched him unravel, bit by bit, offering himself up to me without hesitation. His thighs trembled. His toes curled. His moans grew louder, more unhinged as I stroked him with one hand and circled his hole with another.

“I need you to fuck me,” Benji said. “Please.”

My cock throbbed. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I pushed back and got on my knees, lining myself up with him. He lifted his legs and I put them over my shoulders.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Mhmm,” he said, already fisting the sheets.

When I finally pushed inside, slow and deep, his whole body arched. His eyes locked on mine—wide, hungry, raw—and he gasped like he’d been waiting his whole life for this. The connection hit like lightning.

“Jesus, Eli,” he choked out. “You feel... fuck, you feel insane.”

I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. “Yeah?” I growled against his neck. “This what you needed?”

He cried out, his hole clenching around me. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. The rhythm built—deep, deliberate, passionate. Skin slapped, breath tangled, the sound of his need pouring into my ear like gasoline, feeding the wildfires that roared inside me. I was burning. We both were.

We’d be nothing but ash by the end of tonight.

His legs locked tight around my head as I fucked him harder, deeper. Sweat slicked between us. I kissed him like I needed his mouth to breathe, like if I let go of him I’d shatter into dust.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” he breathed, his voice broken, eyes glassy with lust. “I’ve always been yours.”

I reached between us, grabbing his cock. It was soaked in pre-cum, thick and flushed, twitching for release. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, our bodies locked together in a rhythm only we knew, only wecouldknow.

His back arched. “Eli—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m?—”

“Let go,” I whispered, pressing our foreheads together. “Come for me.”

He did just as I asked.

He shouted my name, loud and guttural, as his body convulsed. Cum splashed between us, across our stomachs and chests. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The way he clenched around me sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit like a fist to the gut—I shoved in hard, spilling everything I had inside him, mouth open in a silent cry.

We collapsed together, shaking and destroyed and made whole again.

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