Page 8 of Duke of Ruin

“It hurts,” he breathes.

“It’s supposed to,” I growl at him, and his dick flexes beneath me. “Just relax.” As I push deeper into him, his muscles relax around me. I push myself all the way into him through his cries, struggling to hold back my climax. I take his dick in my hand and pull back out before thrusting in again. His ring of muscles clamps down around me, and he cries out as I stroke his dick with my hand. “Tell me you like it,” I say, more of a command than a request. “Tell me you like my dick inside you.”

“I like it,” he says between gasps. “Fuck, I like it.”

I thrust into him again and start stroking him faster.

“Come for me, Eli.” I stroke him harder and time my thrusts to match. “I want you to come hard for me.”

“Oh fuck!” he cries out as I thrust into him again. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Say my name, Eli,” I growl. I’m so close to the edge, but I keep pumping his cock like my life depends on it.

“Oh God, Noah,” Eli gasps. “Fuck! Noah!” His muscles clamp around me as he spurts all over my stomach. I thrust one more time and then I’m coming, too. I empty myself inside of him as his spasms subside.

I feel drained as I pull my cock from his ass. He has yet to open his eyes, and is still struggling to catch his breath. I stand up and push my dick into his mouth. I pull his head onto my dick smiling at the fact its just been right up his fucking virgin ass. I’ve never been more tired on as he gags on my length.

“Take this in your throat for me and tell me you like it afterwards.”

4

ELI

Ilie on the bed listening to Noah in the shower. He left the door open, presumably in invitation, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to move. I feel empty and a little sore in my ass and in my throat. I’ve had sexual encounters with men before, but this was a first. I feel a strange mix of emotions. Every time before this we were drunk, with the exception of the short make-out session in the kitchen. This time there’s no excuse. I just had sex with another man—no, I just gotfuckedby another man, and I liked it. It was the most mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had. My body feels like lead, and I can barely move.

I’m slightly unnerved by the way Noah immediately got up and walked out, but that may just be my paranoia. He’s obviously much more experienced than I am. He handled everything like a fucking pro. A nagging sensation tugs at the back of my mind. Is this all I am to him—just another fuck, another notch in his headboard? He doesn’t seem like the type, but damn, he knew exactly how to give me the best orgasm of my life.

I hear the water shut off in the bathroom, and a couple minutes later Noah walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes slide over his glistening abdomen and linger on the V that trails from his hips to beneath the towel. His eyes narrow as they settle on me, still in the same position where he left me.

“Are you alright?” he asks gently, a far cry from the man who demanded I say his name just a few minutes ago. I give him a weak smile.

“Better than alright,” I murmur, and he seems to relax. I lift myself up onto my elbows. “You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.”

Noah’s lips curl into a smile. He looks away from me with a chuckle. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Noah, I…” I start, but then stop myself and shake my head.

“What is it?” he asks as he steps closer to the bed. He smells like soap, while I still smell like sex. It makes me a little self-conscious, a feeling I’m not exactly familiar with.

“Never mind,” I say quickly before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m going to shower.” I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I turn the water on and step inside. It’s already warm from Noah’s shower. I grab his soap and wash myself, trying to unravel my turbulent emotions. Ican’tbe in a relationship with a man. That’s not something my family will accept, and they’re more likely to end me in some “accident” than allow me to tarnish the family name. They already have me set to marry a Moretti girl once I graduate, like some fucking feudal lord. It’s a match that makes sense for the family.

How the hell am I supposed to explain that to Noah? Especially after what we just shared? I can’t even pretend he’s not what I want. But what am I supposed to do? Convince him to be my secret lover? Iknowhow ridiculous that sounds. Fuck. Maybe I can run away with him across the country. That would be a tempting idea if it wasn’t completely asinine. We barely know each other.

I roll my shoulders against the stream of water, though it’s already getting cold. I’ve always had my reservations about my place in this family, but I’ve never felt this trapped. I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. When I push through the bathroom door I’m greeted by the aroma of brewing coffee.

“I made some coffee,” Noah says as I walk into the room.

“Thanks, that sounds great,” I answer as I gather my clothes. I look over at him. He’s wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt, and my dick automatically twitches in response. He’s so fucking sexy. The pants show off his perfect ass, and his shirt seems to be struggling to contain his chest. I have the sudden errant thought that he’d be hot as fuck in a fight.

I put my clothes back on and sit in his desk chair. His muscles tense at my movement, but he finally turns to me.

“Eli, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” he asks. Concern is written all over his face, and my heart twists in my chest.

“No, Noah, not at all.” I force an easy smile as I brush off his question. “You were fucking amazing.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, though he seems to relax slightly.

“Noah, what…what is this?” I ask, and his shoulders stiffen again.

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