Page 53 of Elas

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” I murmur as I slip that finger inside him. Tight heat surrounds me as I slowly push into him, and another pleading whimper leaves his throat. His face tucks into my neck, rutting against me like he can’t help it. “Does that feel good?”

He nods, the silky strands of his hair scratching my chin as his lips tease my throat. Everything about him is so soft. Not delicate or fragile, but gentle and full of light. Even the noises he makes are quiet, so unlike the growling, guttural sounds that come from me.

My cock aches in my leather pants, but I ignore it. This is about him, and about devoting every bit of my attention to his pleasure. My finger slips further inside him with each thrust until I’m knuckle deep. I savor each tight squeeze and needy flex of his body around me.

“You would be so pretty laid out for me to enjoy.” My nose traces along the shell of his ear and down the side of his neck. I press a kiss to the crook of his shoulder as he shudders. “Legs hooked on my arms, that cute flush on your cheeks as I fuck you. You’d make all those sweet noises for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” he moans, then whines when I slip my finger out of him and remove my hand. He pulls back and his pupils are blown as his hooded eyes meet mine. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Elas, please?”

A deep laugh leaves me as I press a kiss on his pouting lips. “Do you always beg so pretty?”

“No, I’ve never…” He trails off, those eyes so much softer than they were moments ago. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Something fundamental inside me cracks wide open at his honest admission, and I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “Me neither, baby. We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He nods, biting at his already swollen lip. My hand lands on his chest, right where his mark lies underneath his shirts, and he gasps at the contact. “You’ve got me.”

“Do I?” So much vulnerability shines in his eyes that it steals my breath.

“Yeah, August. Yeah, you do.” Our lips meet again, sweeter this time, but with no less need. My hand trails down his chest and over his stomach as his muscles tremble and bunch. When I reach the waist of his pants, I pull my thigh away and glance down at the outline of his cock pushing against the thin material of his scrubs.

“Doc’s got a big dick, huh?”

“Elas!” he whisper-shouts, and I throw my head back in a laugh as he slaps at my chest.

“Well, you do! Look at that beast.”

“Oh, my gods,” he groans, his face turning neon red. “You’re a menace.”

“Sweetheart, I never denied it.” I yank at the tie of his scrubs, loosening them around his waist, and his breathy whisper of my name is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. The green material bunches as I push his pants lower, exposing a patch of golden hair leading down from his navel. His cock fights against his pants until I give themanother shove and it pops free. Long, flushed pink, and so hard the head already pushes out from his foreskin.

My fingers wrap around him, and I shudder at the heat against my palm. “You are fucking perfect,” I murmur with a slow stroke. August’s entire body tenses and I swear he doesn’t breathe as I move my hand along his length. He holds his breath even as his lips part, and it all comes tumbling out in a stuttered sigh as I swipe my thumb over the tip.

His hips rock forward, and a low growl forms in my throat at the slide of his cock through the ring of my fingers. Another quiet whine slips loose from his parted lips, and he tucks his face back into my neck. I breathe in his scent as I explore lower, cupping his tight balls.

“These are so tiny and cute,” I tease as I roll them in my hand, and he scoffs and pulls back to glare at me.

“You can’t just say that,” he argues, though the heat of his argument is lost to the flush on his cheeks and the way he keeps rocking his hips.

I grin with a soft laugh. “But it’s true. They would both fit in my mouth easily.”

“Gods,” he groans, “you have absolutely no filter, do you?”

“You’d rather not hear about how I plan to suck on your balls, then? It will be just before I pin you to the bed and spread that beautiful ass to eat for dessert.” Another delicious sound comes from deep in his chest, and my grin spreads. “Maybe I’ll fuck you first and clean my cum out with my tongue before we start again.”

“Elas,” he moans, and I relish the heat that burns in his eyes as he slams our mouths together. His hand landson my cock, cupping me through my pants, and the groan that leaves me is damn close to feral. “You’re so big.”

“It gets even bigger,” I murmur against his kiss, and his eyes grow huge as he pulls away and gawks up at me. I grin as I spit in my palm, spreading the slickness over his cock until it makes an obscene sound. His hand freezes as he falls into the sensations, his hips jerking forward to meet the pump of my fist.

“We don’t have time for that right now, baby, but we will. When we can take our time, I will show you everything.” I release his cock and reach further, tapping my finger against his hole. “You’ll be so full of me that my scent will cover you for days. Over and over again, until you’re so thoroughly fucked, you can’t even think straight.”

“Please?” he whispers as I pick up speed, sliding my fist along his length. He rubs and squeezes through my pants, but he won’t make me come. Right now, that isn’t my concern, but I still fall into the sensation while barely suppressing the need to claim him right here.

Let them all hear my name on his cries and smell us merged as one. Let them see his flushed cheeks, and his kiss-swollen lips, and his rumpled clothing.

Let them know he’s mine.

I spit on my palm once more, squeezing tighter and pumping him faster. “Fuck my hand, baby.” His head thrashes in a nod as his hips jerk. His eyes swing up to mine, and the helplessness in them melts the last of my control. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

He nods again, and he’s unbelievably beautiful as he closes his eyes and gasps. “Elas, I’m close. I’m so close… I’m going to…” The sweetest moan leaves his lips as he drives forward, and his cock flexes in my grip before the muscles at the base begin to throb. “Oh, gods,” he gasps as his entire body trembles, curling in on himself as he jerks in short thrusts, bursts of his cum shooting into my hand.

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