Page 59 of Elas

“Yeah, doc, like an accordion. It’s nature’s way of making sure I’m breeding you deep enough to make sure it takes.” My cock flexes in his grip at the mental image, and he releases the sweetest whine as he drags his eyes back to mine.

“Can I… well, I want to…” He trails off again, and I huff my impatience.

“None of that embarrassed bullshit, August. Not with me. Can you what?”

“Suck on it? Because I’ll be blunt, Elas, I’d very much like to do that. Right now.”

My grin turns downright filthy at his stammering, and my thumb that was casually stroking his jaw tugs his chin until his lips pop apart. “Do whatever you want to it, August. I’ll warn you if I get close… although something tells me you’ll figure it out on your own.” He grins and nods, inching forward as my entire body tenses in anticipation. He stops to lick his lips, and my pulse hammers. If he makes me wait any longer, I might pass out.

His jaw hinges wider, and the wet heat of his tongue presses on the underside of my cock before his lips close around it. Another sweet moan builds in his throat, muffled this time, and I wonder if he’s aware of all the noises he makes. August isn’t loud, but he makes no secret ofwhat he enjoys. He takes me deeper, drawing his cheeks in as he slides the pink ring of his lips along my length.

“God, look how good you take me,” I murmur, moving my fingers into his hair and raking through the dirty blonde locks. I can’t look away—transfixed by the way his lips flare ever so slightly when they hit the raised rings around my shaft. My heartbeat pumps in my chest so heavily I’ve grown a pulse in all my extremities. Fingers and toes thud in a dull beat, my tongue tingles inside my mouth, and my too-full balls are pulsing.

The need to pour myself into him crackles through my limbs as I watch him bob his head, taking me until I bump the back of his throat. My body aches. Every muscle clenches and swells as he loosens his lips and swirls his tongue, tasting the slick that coats me. The leftover desire from watching him come in the file room mixes with the frenzy caused by my first release. It builds into something potent that’s damned near explosive in my veins.

My dick pops out of his mouth with a wet slurp as he pulls back and stretches his jaw. “Seven hells, Elas, I’ll have to work to get these muscles in shape. I’m out of practice.”

“Practice on me any time you want, doc,” I say with a wink, and he rests his cheek on my thigh and grins up at me. It’s so natural with him. Socomfortable. The closeness, the teasing, the casual intimacy… all of it feels as though we’ve been doing it forever.

The sight of him kneeling naked at my feet, with his swollen lips and slick chin and hard cock bobbing between his legs, might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His fingers wrap around my length, but instead of takingme back in his mouth, he pushes my cock up and ducks his head.

“No wonder he thinks mine are tiny,” I hear him mumble, and I choke on another laugh that morphs into a groan as his tongue finds the sensitive skin of my sac. He sucks one of my balls between his lips, and my hips slide forward as I find friction against his palm.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, all composure gone as he draws on one side, then the other. The slow, rhythmic pump of his hand along my erection never stops as the heat of his tongue drags across my balls. My eyes burn with the need to blink, but I don’t want to miss a single moment. My unwavering, rapt attention is glued to every detail—how he quietly moans as he sucks on my skin and how his eyelids flutter closed in pleasure. The way his cheeks flush as he nuzzles his nose against my cock, and the tiny, involuntary thrusts of his hips.

He releases my balls, panting as he drags his tongue up the underside of my shaft. Hazel eyes find mine, hooded and fluttering, and godsdamned beautiful. An image flashes through my mind of August laid out beneath me, giving me that same sultry gaze as I thrust into him.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, and he shifts from sensual to surprised as my cock extends. The muscles fill with boiling blood as my body rebels, telling me it’s tired of waiting. The rings around my shaft extend until the skin aches with the stretch, making me hard as fucking steel as my balls tighten. “You make me want it too much, baby. I can’t control it. I’m going to come.”

He snaps into action, fisting my length at the base and burying me inside the heat of his mouth. Cheekshollowed, he sinks his head until he meets the flesh of his fist, then draws back and starts over again. Loud, desperate sounds climb from my throat, growing in volume as my thighs start to quake.

August’s other hand reaches between my legs and cups my balls. Eyes still on mine, he rolls his fingers and sucks,hard. For a blissful moment I’m floating in the clouds, every muscle drawing tighter until it all becomes too much.

My hips snap forward with a groan, and my core gives a final tightening squeeze, contracting until the pressure breaks. Pleasure rushes my body until my vision becomes dotted with pinpricks of white and my ears buzz. Heavy beats pulse through my cock, hammering against August’s lips as he draws them tight.

He moans as he shuttles his hand along my throbbing dick, giving my balls another squeeze as my release pumps into his mouth. Droplets leak from his lips, forming a creamy trail that runs down his chin. The sight makes another wave of ecstasy erupt from deep inside me. I come so hard my legs tremble, and I don’t stop thrusting until it becomes too sensitive.

My cock shines with spit as he releases me, and August is the definition of ruined. Cheeks flushed, lips puffy and wet, while cum and spit soak his chin. Desperation clouds his eyes as his hips jerk in tiny motions, and I chuckle at the sight of my mate humping the air for some relief.

“On your feet,” I demand, my voice nothing more than a growl, and he scrambles to stand. August gasps as I pick him up and wrap his legs around my waist. His cock slides against my stomach as he curls his face into myneck and jerks his hips forward. “Such a needy mate, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, and his nails claw at my back as he grinds against me. My fingertip presses against his hole, quickly breaching him and slipping inside.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Even after seeing how big I get?” Completely mindless, he thrashes his head in a desperate nod as he thrusts faster. Pre-cum slicks my stomach, and his thighs and ass flex as he chases his pleasure. “Gods, you’re perfect. Who knew the good doc secretly wanted to be bent over and fucked until he cries?”

“Please, Elas,” he mumbles, his body tightening around me as his motions become jerky. My finger pushes deeper, slippery from slick and spit, and I add a second as he moans in my ear.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” He nods again as I pump my fingers inside him. “Where do you want to come, baby? On my stomach like this or in my mouth?” His only response is a muffled moan as he rocks his hips faster. “Too desperate to do anything other than hump me, are you?”

“Yes,” he whispers, and I chuckle as I revel in the feel of him in my arms. The unbridled way he takes what he wants from me, and the way he’s let himself go.

“Take it, baby,” I murmur as I curl my fingers, and he jolts against me.

“Shit,” he gasps, his entire body tensing for a moment before he digs his nails into my back, rutting against me faster.

“Such a good mate.” I thrust against that same spot, and he mewls and trembles in my arms as he loses all control. “So perfect, taking what you want from me. Fuck me harder. Make yourself come.” After a few frantic swings of his hips, he moans, louder than I’ve ever heard. Warmth spreads over my stomach as his cock jerks between us, and his body pulses around my fingers. He gasps against my neck, his lips trying to kiss me while all those sweet noises fight to break free.

My cock fills again, awoken by the feel of his cum painting over my skin, but August sags against me with a relieved sigh. He’s exhausted himself. Carefully, I slip my fingers loose as he nuzzles into me, and I carry him to the bed and place him on the blankets. His face is the picture of blissed out relaxation as I pull back, though he blushes when he spots my stomach.

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