Page 83 of To Catch a Firefly

His head lifts, eyes meeting mine. “Wasn’t guys.”

My breath catches all over again. “Only me.”

He nods, shifting, causing his cock to drag ever so slightly against my rim.

“Luck,” he rasps.

“Yeah,” I answer, gripping him tight. “Move, El.”

He drops his head to my shoulder, tugging my hips until my ass is nearly off the table. I don’t for a second worry about falling. Not when Ellis is holding me. His lips find my skin, and slowly, he starts fucking me, his hands moving to my shoulder blades and anchoring. My head falls back as he sucks at my neck, sensation bursting to life in my cock and balls and at every point in which we’re connected. I’m not going to last, but I don’t thinkEllis is, either. Not with the way he’s rutting into me now, his careful handling abandoned as he loses his composure.

If I could, I’d make this moment stretch until the end of time. I’d feel the way Ellis’s muscles bunch beneath my fingers. Feel the press of his lips against my pulse. I’d feel the way he’s burrowing inside of me, making a home for himself there. I’d feel every spark and cascade of pleasure as the length of him drags into me again and again. His damp hair against my cheek. The sound of his pants and grunts and whimpered moans. His fingers digging into my skin and his stomach contracting against my cock.

“El, I’m—”

He drops me carefully down to the table, one hand on my hip as the other circles my dick. My ass is hanging off the edge of the wood, but Ellis has me. And as he jerks me off, fist twisting on the upstroke, I detonate.

The world whites as I come, a blinding flash. I grip the edge of the table, fingertips digging into the wood and back arching as Ellis’s cock rubs against me just right. I lose my breath, my entire core drawn tight, my dick pulsing and heart pounding, and I canfeelit. I can feel the force of Ellis’s affection as he drops down over me, body cocooning mine, lips finding mine as he starts to come. I can feel the wash of his release inside my body, feel the near anguish of his groan, can feel the relief in it and the joy and all the words he’s never said being pressed against my mouth. I can feel it, and I wrap myself around him, holding tight as my body pings with aftershocks, as Ellis stills, his muscles relaxing beneath my touch.

His lips don’t leave mine. We share air as our chests heave against one another, as Ellis’s cock jerks once more inside my body. I moan against him, a small sound, everything in me sensitized yet floating at once.

Neither of us speaks for the longest time. Neither of us has to.

When Ellis finally pulls back, his eyes catch mine. For just a moment, I can see the boy he used to be inside the man he is now. I can see the way he used to look at me—the way he still does. It’s not lust or even attraction that fuels that familiar expression. It’s…understanding. Comfort. A want that runs deep. It’s companionship.

Love.

I skate my fingers over his brow, his cheekbones, his red lips. I take in the stubble and the slope of his nose and the notes of honey in his eyes. I see all the facets of the person who stepped into my life fifteen years ago and who—unintentionally—made me fall in love. And it hits me. This is my best friend. The person I know most in this world. And he isn’t going away.Thisisn’t going away. Not ever.

I knew that; deep down, I did. But I was still scared. Terrified, even, about what this sort of change meant for me and Ellis.

I’m not scared anymore.

Ellis doesn’t pull out of my body, and his cock is still at least half-hard.

“Okay?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

He nods.

“Gonna stay put?”

He nods again.

I huff a laugh, stretching out my back. “I’m falling off the table.”

I’m not really, but the corner is starting to dig into my ass. Ellis shifts, lifting my hips as he slides me up the table. He steps forward at the same time, and my eyes slip shut as his cock moves inside my body.

“Fuck, El,” I groan.

When I open my eyes, his gaze is locked on mine, and my heart stutters.

“You’re mine now,” I whisper. “I hope you know that.”

He leans down, elbows on the table. His hips are still pressed to my ass, and my legs are still around his body. He catches my lips with his own, kissing me once, twice.

“Always yours,” he says.

And as the fireflies twinkle above, our mouths dance.

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