Page 44 of Just Business
That, he wanted to bury in Justin. Right now.
Eleven. The chains shook and Justin’s voice cracked. A woman somewhere behind Eli moaned.
Twelve. Pause. Breathe.
Justin shook like a leaf. He opened his eyes and found Eli in the reflection and mouthed one word.
Thirteen.
Eli snapped the cane out, harder and faster than before, and the sharpness of Justin’s cry shattered against the roof of the room. But it was the expression on Justin’s face that nearly undid Eli—transcendence. Eyes closed, mouth open, face relaxed. Joy. Rapture.
“Thirteen, Mr. White.”
Justin sagged in his bonds. Eli dropped the cane and strode forward to pull him back up. “I’m here.”
“Eli.”
Fuck, he needed inside Justin. “Yes.”
“Want—”
Eli scraped his teeth against Justin’s shoulder and gripped Justin’s shaft. “I know what you want.” He rocked his bulge against Justin’s crack, driving another moan from him. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me. Please. I need you.”
Eli couldn’t dig the condom out of his back pocket fast enough. Thank fuck he’d had the sense to slip that and a small container of lube into his pants before he’d started flogging Justin.
He held the foil between his teeth just long enough to undo his pants and free himself, before he ripped it open. Hard to roll it on with shaking hands and nearly impossible to think with Justin moaning, “Please, please, God, I need you,” over and over. Lube next, over the condom, on his glove, then he was against Justin’s entrance, pushing in as Justin shoved back.
Fuck.So tight and hot. He gripped those slender hips and thrust in deeper, savoring Justin’s cry, the brilliance of joy in his blue eyes, the tears on his lashes, and all that smeared eyeliner.
Deep and hard strokes, forced breath from both their lungs. Justin arched and stretched up onto his toes, elegant neck exposed. Beautiful. All his. Eli thrust in and held Justin on his cock, delighting in the trembling around his shaft, the rattle of the chains holding Justin, and those lovely hoarse cries from deep in Justin’s throat.
“This what you’ve been craving?” He licked the back of Justin’s ear. “My cock inside you?”
“Yes.” Almost a hiss. “Feels... so good.”
He drew back and slammed in again. “I bet you want to come. Empty your balls in front of all these people for me.”
Justin tightened and whimpered and Eli nearly spilled himself, desire wrapping sharp tendrils of need into his spine and balls. He pushed the rising tide of chaos and need back down.
He slammed into that tight hole again. “Not an answer, Mr. White.”
Even tighter.Fuck.Eli pressed his hand against Justin’s belly and wrapped the other around his dick.
“God, Eli.” This time, the plea was edged in desperation. “I—yes. Here. With everyone. For you.” The words tumbled out of Justin’s mouth, one on top of the other. He shook and rocked and tried to find the movement Eli denied him.
Justin gasped and moaned. Chains rattled down into Eli’s bones. “Please!”
The cry filled the room.
So much pleasure written in Justin’s body. So much pain. The need and desire. Liquid heat in Eli’s spine. Sparks raising the hairs on his skin. Eli’s doing—and Justin’s gift back to him.
Eli pulled out and pushed in with short, tight, hard strokes. A rough, fast fuck. Neither of them would last through anything more, but he would take Justin to the edge. Make him hang there. Beg. He loosened his grip on Justin’s cock and stroked with the same tempo.
Justin’s whole being shook, his breath turned into moans that put everyone else’s to shame. Deep, powerful, and from the soul. So close—he must have been so close. “Don’t you dare come yet, Justin. Not until I say.”
“I can’t. I can’t.” Justin’s head lolled back against Eli, the rest of his body taut as a bowstring.
