Page 17 of Festive Fugitive
I meet his gaze, but his eyes shut when I suck his dick in halfway, sucking it so intensely, the slender body twitches under me, begging for more.
I can’t wait a moment longer.
“I’ll fuck the memory of any other man you were with out of your system,” I rasp, crawling onto the bed, on top of him. As I predicted, it’s child’s play to move him around, especially now that he’s so overcome with pleasure. Still, he’s working with me, and moments later, he’s holding himself open for me, thighs pressed to the chest. I approach him with intent, a wolf ready to consume the lamb that chose not to run from him, and spit on his hole while I spread my slick pre-cum over the head of my shaft.
I know there must be something in the house we could use as lube, but I can no longer think straight, and when Eli’s glossy eyes meet mine, I know he can take me this way too.
More than that—he wants it.
I press my cockhead to his hole, and I don’t know whether to look at the perfect picture it makes, or to his red face and tongue darting out to lick his lip. I’ve been with submissive guys in bed, but this is something else.
He seems to have completely surrendered to me. In my cabin. Hunted by cops. He hasnothing. Only me. And while I’d never abuse his weakness, it’s a thrill to know that I’ve done well enough to deserve this.
I push in with a grunt of pleasure. He’s so damn tight it’s as if his body is hugging my dick.
Eli makes a few whines that sound so animalistic, I’m even more turned on. He lets go of his ass to grab my arms, and we both still as my shaft sinks inside him.
“Mine,” I mumble, staring at him from behind my lashes. “I won’t let anyone else touch you, smell you, taste you. You belong with me.”
Eli’s pupils expand as if I rubbed coke into his gums, and he nods, making those little whines with every inch of me he takes.
“Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes,” he utters, brows drawn, when I’m balls-deep in his inviting hole. He’s gripping my arms so hard his nails dig in, but I don’t mind. I want him under my skin.
“You like that?” I whisper, pressing my hips even harder against him, to push every bit of my shaft inside him. His eyes roll back just before I draw my hips back, gently rocking back and forth. He feels velvety, tight, and so damn warm I have no doubts I won’t be able to last tonight. But that’s okay. There will be another time to enjoy this at a slower pace.
“Come closer,” Eli begs, pulling on my arm. This neediness of his is endearing. It feels like seeing the real him. I’ve peeled back the layers of the Eli he shows to others to get to the core that only I will own. He’s panting, and the scent of his sweat is an aphrodisiac. “Fuck… you’re big… but I like it.”
“Secret size queen?” I rasp, lowering myself over him. And as my elbows sink into the mattress, I taste his perspiration, overwhelmed by its musky aroma. I move in gentle, long strokes, and since his body is still in theprocess of yielding, each thrust makes him feel more familiar.
“Ah, fuck you. I just like to feel it.” Eli chuckles and I sense the tremble of his body on my dick. This is how close we need to be. One body. I’m gonna fill him with so much of my DNA we’re gonna fucking merge.
The friction is almost too much to handle, and I withdraw from him. The warm air of the heated room is fragrant with the aroma of wood and arousal, but when he whines in protest, I’m quick to add more spit on my cock. When I enter him again, there’s no hesitation in my actions, and he makes the sweetest of gasps, trembling as if he were already on the verge of climax.
He wraps his long legs around my hips, trying to pull me closer, and while it’s tempting to play with him like a cat might with a mouse, I also want to come. Now. Inside him. Listening to his soft cries.
Shifting my position offers me way more leverage, and I lean over him, withdrawing, only to push back in, searching for the right angle. “Tell me when I hit the spot,” I whisper and lick him from jaw to cheek as he wraps his arms around my neck.
He looks so out of it when our eyes meet up close. Fucking gorgeous. A unique beauty from pretty eyes to his bone structure. And every time I pump my dick in, I can see it on his face. Eli gasps, his nostrils flare, his dark eyebrows draw close.
I watch each minute expression, and I know I’m there before he even says it by the way his eyes widen, then roll back, and his moan turns into a helpless mewl.
So I speed up.
I was brought up to be a killing machine, but I might as well use that muscle control in bed. With him.
“Fuck! This! Here! Fuck me like this!” Eli begs, pulling me close.
His wish is my command and I become fucking relentless in the way I pump my dick into his needy hole. My mind is pulsing with the need to get him off mixed with my own greedy lust. It’s like a beast inside me that has only one primitive purpose—to breed. Instinct drives me to his neck and I close my teeth on it without much force, just to hold him in place.
I need it with my entire being, and when my lover twitches, tightens his legs around me, and shudders, uttering a series of choked grunts, I know he’s ready.
His warm, sweaty body milks my cock, as I let my weight rest on top and plow him mercilessly, just like I imagined.
It’s too fucking good.
How could anyone get into bed with this man and not itch to worship him in every way? I would move mountains for him. Protect him with my own body, and pleasure him as many times as he wants.
He’s mine. And now I’m his too.
