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“Wait. Fuck, wait.” He shoved my hips down and I went still. Goddamn, he was demanding. “I want you inside me.”

I blinked at him as he angled a look over his shoulder to find my eyes. “You sure?” My size had been an issue in the past, so I never took it as a foregone conclusion that anal was an option.

Eli chuckled and swiveled around, warm ass sliding over my wet cock as he lowered his tempting mouth to hover in front of mine. “We’ll go slow, won’t we?” He dipped his hips and thrust his cock against mine. “We’ll go inch”—he gasped as I pressed my hand low on his back, increasing the friction as he moved—“by inch. Fuck that’s amazing.”

I closed my other hand around the nape of his neck and drew his lips to mine, kissing the salty flavor from them.

Sliding my fingers inside him again, we thrust together until we were both breathless, and then I rolled from beneath him to grab lube and a condom from my bag. Eli sheathed my cock while I slathered his ass liberally. Then he took a deep breath and braced his arms on either side of my head, locking eyes with me as he lowered.

Sweet fire blanketed the head of my cock and raced down my shaft. Eli closed his eyes, mouth falling open as he stretched around me.

“Too much?” I asked, and he shook his head vehemently.

“No.” Another inch swallowed in heat, and my breaths grew shallow as Eli whispered, “Oh god no, it’s so good. So fuckinggood.”

Rocking slowly, he took me deeper on each backstroke, keeping his weight in his elbows and smearing artless kisses along my jaw when I was fully inside him.

For a moment, we held there unmoving, and I saturated myself in the connection thrumming between us, the heat of his body against mine, his weight on top of me, and our racing pulses throbbing palpably.

Eli twined our fingers and pressed them down on either side of my head, leaning back a half inch. “Is it strange that I’m feeling accomplished right now?”

“More so that you’re telling me.” I started to laugh, but he clamped down on me and the sound tapered off in a groan.

Eli shuddered as he rose up my length and then eased back down. His eyes fluttered briefly shut as he sighed, swept his lips over mine, then murmured, “Now, show me how you well you drive this thing.”

In any other situation, I would’ve laughed out loud again, but the teasing challenge in his gaze had me rising up, easing him onto his back, and pushing inside him again.

Eli locked his arms around my neck, breath coming in throaty rasps as I began to move inside him, keeping it light and shallow until I could feel him taking me easily.

“Goddamn,” I muttered as he clenched around me, another arc of pleasure shooting up my spine like sparks rising from a bonfire.

Then something ignited. Eli wrapped his legs around me, one arm dropping from my nape to clench my ass. He urged me deeper.

“I can take it. I want it.” He was like a furnace, and flames licked through my body, my groin, every place our skin touched.

So I let go and gave it to him.

9

Eli

Iwoke hours later cocooned in the toasty warmth of Mars. I lay there for a second, revisiting the hours before, feeling the twinge in my knees from where he’d bent me over the chair, licked and sucked and touched me until I was dazed with the assault and begging him to fuck me, and the phantom ache in my ass from when he did. Hard and fast and slow and grinding, a possessiveness in his grip on my hips that sent a zing of arousal through me even now.

I chuckled quietly to myself. After copious fucking on the floor, we’d laughed about the perfectly good bed next to us, then collapsed into it in a tangle and had immediately fallen asleep. Now, I traced the shape of his big hand spread over my chest and luxuriated in the firmness of his body behind me. It’d been so long since I’d shared a bed with someone else, and I was in no hurry to get rid of him, though he’d told me he’d have to leave before the crack of dawn to get Les and Evan to breakfast with the winners of some radio contest. I planned on enjoying every second of this night in case it never happened again.

I burrowed deeper, pushing my bare ass against Mars, and felt him stir with a quiet exhale against the back of my neck. He trailed his fingertips down my stomach, then back up again. Over and over until I found myself chasing his touch, wanting the friction of his hand on my cock. “Feel good, baby?” He pressed his lips to my ear, the sleepy Southern drawl of his voice and unexpected endearment making me exhale a shuddery breath as I reached behind me and locked my arm around the back of his neck.

“Just fucking right.” The brush of his thumb over my glans, another shiver climbing by body like slow-catching fire. “Goldilocks touch,” I whispered, and he exhaled a low rumble of laughter that vibrated against me as I begged, “Keep going.”

His stiff cock slipped between my thighs, thrusting and sliding over my sac as he slid his other arm beneath me and splayed it over my sternum, holding me there as he fisted my cock and let the lazy momentum of his body pushing against me rock us both toward a mellow orgasm. I came on a breathy gasp, coating my stomach and his hand as his arm around me tightened and I felt his release flood the inside of my thighs.

The next time I woke, I was alone. The absence of Mars behind me made the room feel cavernous, but I left the bed with a smile and tugged open the curtains to let the sunlight spill in, then headed to the shower to rinse the stiff residue of last night off my body.

We were set to continue on toward New Orleans at noon, with two more stops for shows along the way, and when I boarded the train again and dropped my bag in my cabin, I smiled, spying the little conversation heart lying on my pillow. I picked it up to discover Mars had taken a fine-tipped sharpie to the back to write “Ur alright.”

I snickered to myself and set the thing on the tiny bureau, then headed toward the dining car and found him eating with Evan, Les, and Sam. He tipped me a nod as I passed to sit down with my crew, his eyes dancing with a private mirth I knew was for me.

I snuck off later and left him a Sharpie-modified candy heart in return. “MORE PLZ”