Page 81 of Elas

His pupils are blown as he twists in my arms and stares up at me. “Elas, I need you to fuck me,” he whimpers, and I groan at the needy way he claws at my neck. He’s damn near climbing me, clutching my shoulders and lifting on his toes. His cock is obscene against his pants, pre-cum creating a damp spot on the fabric.

I slide my hand down his front, hooking his waistband as he shudders. “Wait,” he gasps, and snatches my wrist. “Wait… if you touch me, I’ll come.”

“Fuck, August,” I groan, gripping my cock through my pants, and a shudder works my spine as I give it a stroke. Slick drips down my thigh, all the way to the curve of my knee. Both of us are sparking, barely contained bundles of need, and fighting it is almost impossible. I’m desperate to grip his cock and feel him pulse in my hand. Want to force him to lose control then start all over again.

“Please, Elas, let’s go home.” He tugs my wrist as he takes off in a hurry. He glances over his shoulder and meets my eyes, realizing too late he’s running from a predator.

A very worked up,verydesperate predator.

His breath catches and he turns, feet thudding against the pavement as he runs. I groan, watching the flex of his ass and knowing it’s my prize for catching him.

One…I count, taking a deep breath.

Two…My muscles coil, preparing for the chase as my prey gets further away from me.

Three.

I bolt after him, and he gasps as he hears me behind him. His feet pump faster as he increases his pace, hismuscles flexing in the moonlight. Gods, he’s fucking perfect, perky and bouncing in all the right places.

It would take nothing at all for me to catch him, but I hang back, pacing myself as I bathe in the exhilaration burning me alive from the inside out. Panting, he rips open the door to the barracks and runs towards our apartment, but he realizes his mistake as he reaches it.

He doesn’t have the key.

“Gotcha,” I mutter as I pin him against the door. Instinct runs the show as I reach between us and undo my zipper, working my aching cock free. I shove his pants and underwear under his ass and thrust.

It only takes one.

Long, deep moans leave my throat as my entire body pulses, slick pumping between his cheeks and soaking his ass. “Elas,” he moans, and I preen, wondering if anyone else in this building can hear him calling my name. My hips drive forward again, my cock catching on his hole, and he gasps as I push inside him.

“That’s it,” I purr as he writhes in my grip, his cries getting louder and wilder as I bury myself deeper. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be caught… wanted to be fucked.”

“Yes,” he moans, arching his spine so another inch can sink into his heat. “Yes, please. More. Give me more.”

I hum my approval in a low rumble, my slick making the thrust wetter as his body yields for me. “How much do you want it?” I reach down the front of his pants, fisting his cock.

“Oh, gods,” he wails as I jerk him in a few slow pumps, until I’m sunk inside him and he’s shaking in my arms. “More… I need… I f-fucking need you, El.”

I chuckle as I give a deliberate thrust. “Listen to my poised little doc cursing because he wants to be fucked properly. You just need this tight hole filled?” He nods as I reach into my pocket to unlock the door. As much as I take a certain satisfaction in the neighbors hearing him moan my name, I want him all to myself.

“I love that I’m the only one who does this to you,” I murmur as I kiss his neck. “I love that you’re mine.” My cock slides out of him as we walk inside, and somehow I remember to kick the door closed.

He whines, his body loose and pliant as I wrap my arms around him. His back is flush against my front, and my thrust lands between his thighs, frustrating us both. My hand on his shoulder bends him forward, guiding him to the couch. “Knees on the cushions.” He nods as he kneels, arms folded over the back of the couch as his cheek rests on top of them.

His perky ass pops out, and I groan at the shine of my slick coating him. I should take the time to undress him, worship his body in the patient way he deserves, but I’m not entirely in control of myself right now. I kick his knees wider and kneel between them, lining us up and driving forward. My name leaves him as a groan as I bottom out, skin meeting skin with a wet slap.

My tongue drags across the back of his neck, stopping to nip at the curve of his shoulder. “Is it too much?” I ask as I thrust again.

“No,” he insists, shaking his head. “You’re never too much for me, El.”

I snarl as a potent rush of emotions hits me with the power of a hurricane, and just as devastating. “I love how you take me,” I murmur in his ear, snaking my hand under the front of his shirt and pressing on his stomach. “Do you feel me here?”

He nods again as I pull back and snap forward, my balls already tight. The sounds that leave his throat are better than any drug, and he only gets louder and less restrained as I fuck him harder. My cock aches, and the familiar sting is a delicious tension as it grows and stretches inside him.

“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Shit, you’re big.”

“Give me your hand.” He slips an arm off the back of the couch, and I guide it to his belly. “Feel how deep I fuck you.” My hand holds his in place as I thrust again, and he groans at the feeling of me moving inside him. My other hand pushes into his pants, cupping his tight little balls before wrapping around his cock.

Something charged rushes between us, even the air seeming to get thicker as we move together. He’s soaked, my slick making obscene noises as I drive forward and pull out. Clear liquid drips down his ass and collects on his pants, darkening the fabric where it’s tucked aside. I release his cock and drag my hand through the mess before gripping him again.

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