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“No.” Dark and delicious words followed. “On yours. I want you inside me tonight.”
“You—what?” The foil packet dangled from Justin’s fingers. He’d heard Eli, but wrapping his brain around those words? Wasn’t happening.
“Have you topped before?” Concern. Gentleness—and that was so utterly Eli, too.
“Yeah.” Not recently, not since he’d discovered how much he liked to submit.
Eli raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to start counting?” The devil’s smile sent a shiver down Justin’s spine. Proof Eli was still a Dom.
“No.” Somehow, he managed to rip open the package, get his fingers to work long enough to roll the latex over his painfully hard cock. He was supposed to fuck Eli? Still couldn’t grasp the concept, but there Eli was, beneath him. Waiting.
God, he’d missed this. The tumble of nerves, the coil of need that Eli built and stroked and commanded from him. Justin reached for the lube. “Prep?” He barely pushed the word out of his dry throat.
Eli nodded, his smile wavering slightly. “It’s been a while.”
That didn’t help in many ways, given how spun up he was. But knowing Eli was nervous? The tension in Justin’s shoulders eased. “Hands and knees might be easier.”
“Not on my leg.” Eli stretched his arms and folded his hands behind his head, the picture of relaxation. “Besides, I want to watch you while you fuck me.”
Jesus.Those words moved like molten heat down Justin. He opened the lube with trembling hands. He wanted to watch Eli too. Wanted to see what happened when he pressed a finger into Eli just like—that.
Hard to tell who gasped louder. Seeing Eli’s eyes widen and his head tip back? Beautiful. He pressed in harder the second time, twisting as he went. God, he was tight. Relaxed, but so firm around his finger. Couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have Eli around his cock.
That grunt came from the back ofhisthroat, not Eli’s.
Itwasfollowed by a huff of laughter from Eli. “You’re a bit bigger than that, you know.”
Of course Eli knew his girth. Justin’s cock had been in Eli’s hand and in his mouth. He pulled his finger out, added lube, and thrust two in, pistoning Eli until he groaned and twisted the bedsheets in his fists. Justin leaned over and took the head of Eli’s cock into his mouth, savoring the salty fluid pooled at the tip.
“That’s more like it.” Eli’s fingers scraped Justin’s scalp, urging him farther down. Justin complied and heard the heavenly sound of Eli gasping for breath. He added a third finger, stretching Eli, teasing his sweet spot.
Eli pulled Justin off his cock. “Fuck.” Half a moan to that. “I want you inside me when I come, not the other way around.”
That was an order he was more than willing to obey, and Eli was as prepped as he was going to get. Justin pulled his fingers out and slicked his cock, then pressed the crown against Eli’s entrance and slid in.
They both gasped and groaned as he stretched Eli open. Justin paused to let Eli adjust and so he could catch his breath. Still hard to comprehend that it wasElibeneath him and around him.
Eli rocked his hips. “Don’t you stop.”
“Don’t intend to.” Not until Eli said, not until they both came. Justin pulled back and pushed in deeper this time. Eli met his stroke with a pleased grunt. Another stroke, quicker this time, then another and another, until he was lost in the rhythm and motion of their bodies grinding against each other.
Each time Justin moved forward, Eli met his thrusts in a way that drove Justin higher. “You feel so—” Justin lost the word when Eli’s nails bit into his arms. Amazing, the sharp flick of pain on top of Eli’s tight heat. He didn’t want it to stop, this connection, the light in Eli’s eyes when they met again and again.
Justin couldn’t tell if he was fucking or being fucked. So not in control. Didn’t matter. Never mattered, not here in Eli’s bed, where their bodies met and the world vanished. Justin leaned down as Eli reached up. The sharp pull of Justin’s hair only fueled the fire already tangled in his blood, his soul. Eli’s mouth met his and their tongues twined. Moans blended. Heaven. Hell. Both.
He’d been a complete fool to run from Eli. Submission was a gift, but so was this—the control, the pain.
“More.” A command between bites and kisses and the delectable agony of Eli’s grip on Justin’s hair.
As if heneededa command to fuck Eli harder. Wouldn’t last long at this rate anyway, not after all that had happened tonight. Might as well give Eli what he asked for. Justin shifted angles and drove deep into Eli, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could manage, shaking the both of them.
Eli’s grip in his hair slacked and his head fell back on the pillow. “Oh fuck, Justin!”
The profound ecstasy on Eli’s face—he hadn’t come, but fuck, something had unlocked in Eli and made him surrender to Justin. For a moment, Justin couldn’t breathe. He closed his eyes and gave everything he had and took all that Eli offered.
All those years, and he hadn’t understood how love was supposed to work.
Fingers brushed Justin’s cheek and he blinked to find Eli focused on him. They met, lips, mouths, fingers, bodies. Neither had the upper hand, or they both did. That thought was too much to take in.
