Page 17 of Bend
He was hot in my hands, like the desert sun had gone deeper than the burnish on his skin, all the way to his bones. I couldn’t stop touching him as he licked and sucked me. The top of his head with those fine strands that felt like expensive silk in my fingers, the faint beat of his pulse at his temples. The stubble that scraped down his jaw and over his throat and moved between my fingertips when he swallowed around me, making me moan. I slid two fingers under the tie, tightening it that much more around his neck, and he gave me an answering groan that moved through me in waves of desire.
I let my head fall back, losing myself in the feeling of his hands and tongue, the quick, light flicks over my tip, the rough tug to my balls, and when it stopped, I opened my eyes and looked down to find him staring up at me, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips. “You want me?”
I loosened the tie, let it hang freely, and walked my fingers up the side of his neck, tracing my thumb along his jaw to the wet curve of his lower lip. “Like nothing else.”
“Mmm.” Eli made a pleased rumble of sound and climbed into my lap, tugging my jeans lower on my thighs and fisting my cock. I teased my fingers between his cheeks and found the warm tract of skin behind his balls, stroking the ring of muscle until it yielded to the tiniest pressure. When he started squirming, I snapped the band of his jock and he let out a sharp, surprised noise that dissolved into a lusty chuckle. “I had a fantasy about that once, back on the train. Maybe a few times since.”
“About getting a jockstrap snapped against your ass?”
He nodded, squeezing my cock all the tighter and forcing me to suck in a hard breath, closer to the edge than I wanted to be. I snapped the strap a couple more times for good measure, each little sting against his skin making his fingers pulse around my cock.
“Fuck,” he breathed out slowly as I slid my fingers inside him, and the fact that he was already slick and ready for me turned me on all the more. He gave me a knowing smile and rode them slowly. I pulled his mouth back to mine, sliding my tongue over his, greedy for the soft gasps that slipped out as my fingers fucked him and he jerked me off. I thought about him all the time when we were apart; he wasn’t the only one with fantasies. The potential filled my mind even now, made my cock leak as I considered: bend him over the desk or chair? Press him up against that full-length window? On his back in the bed, his knees spread wide and pulled up, all of him exposed to me? Or maybe me on top, his cock buried inside me while he thrashed and thrust into me, dragging furrows down my back with his fingertips in that way that made me crazy.
But in the end impatience won out, and I pushed up from the chair with Eli still wrapped around me and put his back to the nearest wall.
“Oh god yes,” he whispered, locking his arms around my neck as I cupped his ass cheeks and spread him.
“Right here?” I flicked my gaze up to find the smolder of his as I nudged my tip over his entrance.
“You fucking better.” He tried to sound petulant about it, but the emphasis got lost in a groan as I sank inside him on a sudden thrust, and he bowed toward me, drawing me in deeper.
“Always so goddamn worth the wait,” I murmured, then kissed the corner of his smile. I had a hard time restraining myself, wanting to draw it out but losing myself quickly to the heat of him around me, the tight grip on my cock and the weight of him in my arms as I thrust into him.
Eli hissed out a curse and closed his hand over the hard bulge in his crotch. His tip poked from the top of the jock, leaking precum all over his stomach, and the sight of him squeezing it to stave off his orgasm while he went wild on my dick was too much. I came on a hard rush of pleasure that ran through me in jolts and shivers, opened my mouth in a roar, and left me fumbling to brace against the wall when my knees went loose and wobbly.
It was a relief to drop down to them, to peel the waistband of Eli’s jock from his hard stomach and escort it to the tops of his trembling thighs. His eyes locked to mine as I licked slowly around the crown of his cock, then took him deep into the back of my throat, my nerves and synapses still firing haywire and hot from my orgasm.
“You want my mouth or my ass?” I sucked up the side of his shaft and waited for the answer as his hips shifted against me, restless and wanting. I loved asking just as much as I anticipated his answer. It came preceded by a near whimper that made my spent cock twitch.
“Definitely both, but it’ll have to be a two-parter, because…oh…” He sighed out as I rubbed my thumb over the notch under his crown.
“Might make you put the suit back on.”
He nodded faintly, letting his eyes fall shut as I licked the base of his cock, and then his eyes fluttered open. “I’m tempted to make good use of that tie to… Jesus…” His hands flew to my temples, fingers curling through the ends of my hair as I sucked him inside my mouth again. His hips punched forward and sent his cock deep down my throat in a rush of salty precum and hot skin. I swallowed and he moaned, then kept on moaning as I gripped his sac, rolled my thumb over the skin, and pinched.
I loved being on my knees for him and getting him off as much as I loved it the other way around, and the way he held me tight as he fucked my mouth kept my pulse in my throat and left a breathless sensation of dizziness and possession whirling through my body. Another thrust and he tugged on my hair as he flooded my mouth and sank back against the wall, then all the way to the floor where our mouths met again in an exchange of flavor, me intermingled with him. A satisfied hum tickled my bare chest as I pulled him down on top of me.
An hour later, we lay tangled together in bed, one of Eli’s legs thrown over my hip as we faced each other. I ran my hand down his thigh, the taut line of his calf to his ankle where I squeezed gently. “Still treating you right? I shoulda asked that first, I guess. I got distracted by the suit.”
Eli let out a sleepy chuckle and slid a hand around my bicep. “You ask me that every time, and it’s still fine.” He leaned in to kiss me again and then twisted around to put his back to me and assume his usual position. He liked me surrounding him, always at his back. I didn’t mind it one bit.
“I made the reservations for Napa,” he said in a sleepy murmur.
“Yeah? What’s the place like?” He’d wanted to take on the whole trip-planning process, which was fine with me since he was more familiar with the area. When we did our Appalachian Trail run in the fall, though, I’d be planning that one.
“Mmm.” He burrowed against me, and I pulled the covers up over his chest and wrapped an arm around him. “It’s quaint. A little bed-and-breakfast with themed rooms. Supposedly it’s haunted.”
“By a homophobic pastor?”
He snickered. “You know I did some more research into that bell tower after we left and know what I found out? Legend has it that the bell rings for fated lovers.”
I leaned up on one elbow and peered down at him. His eyes were closed, a little smile playing over his lips. “You’re yanking my chain.”
His smile broke wide, and he cracked an eye at me. “I am, but I’m pretending it’s true anyway. You know, for my own romantic purposes.”
“I dunno, I kinda liked the idea of pissing off someone in the afterlife.”
“Nah, it’s much more fun doing it to someone in this life.” He fumbled behind him to trail a light touch over my thigh that became a stinging pinch. When I swatted his hand away, he laughed and gripped my forearm. “Still mine?”
He asked it every time we were together, and even on the phone. It’d become our version of good night, and lately sometimes I remembered to beat him to it, enjoying the happiness I could hear in his voice when I did.
“Still yours.” And I suspected it’d be that way for a long time coming.
Eli Warner, that fucker.
He’d gone and made me fall in love with him.