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Chapter 12

Benji Morrison

My heart pounded against my chest. I felt like a live wire, every part of me on high alert. This was hotter than any fantasies or sex dreams my psyche could cook up.

Eli was pressed against me, completely naked. My cock pulsed against his smooth ass. My breaths came quickly. I wondered if he could feel just how fast my heart beat. Could he feel my pulse through my erection?

Did he know it was me who had come to save him?

No. I doubted that. He didn’t appear to have recognized me. I chose this mask specifically for that reason. I wanted to remain anonymous. How would I have explained myself if he knew?

I hadn’t even been planning on interacting with him. I knew I was crossing a big, bold line by following him to this party. I wanted to watch him from afar. Same as I’d do when he cammed. I had set that boundary for myself before I even laid eyes on him tonight.

That big, bold line vanished into thin air the moment I saw him.

How could I keep myself away from such a perfect man? His naked body was even more impressive in person. I wanted to kiss the divots of his hips, run my hands over his stomach, down past the trimmed crown of dark pubes, wanted to feel the weight of his full balls and thick, uncircumcised dick in my hand.

So I kept an eye on him. Even when that long-haired twink was trying to drag me off somewhere more private. I excused myself and followed Eli, noticing him bristle when that man appeared to corner him. A protective rush of energy swept through me. I felt like a male lion, ready to roar and fight to the death to protect my object of affection.

At first, I was going to ignore that protective flair. This wasn’t my place to intervene. Maybe Eli wanted him. Maybe he was here to just empty his nuts and move on? Who was I to stop him from doing that?

Then I heard Eli turn the red-velvet-masked man down, but the man clearly didn’t take no for an answer.

That was enough to push me into action. I moved behind Eli, standing over him, placing a protective (and possessive) hand on his hip. The man’s dark eyes looked us over, and he realized he was far out of his league. He gave a grunt and turned to watch the two men fucking in the center of the room. The sounds of their sex mixed with the heavy bass that filled the air, vibrating through my lungs.

Eli turned. He said thank you, his eyes finding mine even though mine were obscured by the mesh of the mask. My breath hitched. Our cocks rubbed together. We were both rock hard. I looked down, amazed at how sexy Eli was, how good his stiff dick looked next to mine.

Fuuuuuck. I’d been dreaming about this moment. Wanting it.

Craving it.

I should tell him who I really was. I should have lifted the mask and revealed myself before things went any further.

But I couldn’t think straight. Logic went out the window, barreling down toward Central Park. Pure lust made it difficult to differentiate right from wrong.

This was wrong. This felt right. This could be explained later.

Eli’s hand locked with mine. He squeezed, pulled me forward, leaned up, and kissed me.

This was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

His tongue slid against mine, his lips making a perfect lock with mine. He tasted like heaven and sex and hell, all bundled together. A drug I needed more of. Something with the capability of making you addicted off the first hit.

I grabbed both his hips, rutting myself against him. I didn’t give a fuck that we were in public, kissing and rubbing together in a room full of other men. They all disappeared the second Eli’s lips touched mine. No one else mattered. The men could form a circle jerk around us and watch us fuck for all I cared.

There was something so primal about this. So fucking raw.

And he didn’t even know it was me. The man who’d spent almost an entire day with him, laughing and joking, bonding over stupid shit. The same man he’d hired to help him find the identity of an obsessive stalker.

The same man who’d followed him to this party, who had watched him through cameras he had helped install.

A stab of guilt cut through my horny fog. I pulled away briefly, catching my breath. Eli’s lips glistened in the low, golden light. His cock twitched. A streak of warm, wet precum painted my groin. I couldn’t hold back the growly moan that rose up from my throat.

He cocked his head. His smile slanted into a sultry smirk as his eyes raked across my face. For a brief moment, I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes.

Shit, shit, shit.

I should say something. Cut him off at the pass before he could say anything. That would lessen the blow of finding out my identity. I didn’t have to mention anything about the cameras, as shitty as that’d be. I just had to say I was invited to the party by a friend. That’s all. This was all pure coincidence.

Yeah. That would work. That’s all I had to say.

So fucking say it.

“Come,” Eli said, his hand back in mine. “Let’s find somewhere a little more private.”

Hmm. So maybe that wasn’t recognition in his eyes. Maybe… I should keep the facade up. Just a little longer…

I didn’t say a word as I allowed him to lead us out of the room. We entered the hallway, where one man was loudly deep-throating another.

Sex was all around us. Something about it felt freeing. Everyone here wanted the same thing: to have a great time with another person (or two or three). There was no judgment, no stress. Just boundless sexual energy amongst consenting and horny-as-fuck adults.

To top it all off, there was even an open bar. I was already four shots of vodka deep, not including the couple of shots I’d had before coming here, so my entire body was feeling loose. I considered stopping at the bar for another one, but Eli appeared to be on a mission, walking through the busy living room and into another hallway, up a curving flight of stairs, and down another, more narrow hall. Not a single word was exchanged between us. Body language appeared to be enough. My cock, still swollen and hard, swung between my legs with every step, same as Eli’s.

God, how big was he? He was definitely bigger than me. I wondered if he liked to top? I tended to be verse but leaned top in my past relationships, but that perfect cock of his was seriously making me consider bending over and becoming a lifetime bottom. So long as he went slow, took his time with me, opened me up, and stretched me with his thick cock.

I gave myself a stroke, feeling like a pressure valve that was set to explode.

Fucking hell, I was dripping precum. That’s how horny Eli was making me, literally fucking leaking as I walked, a string of it sticking to my thigh.

“In here,” Eli said, tugging me into an empty bedroom. I hadn’t even realized these were up here. The bedroom was gargantuan by New York standards. A full-size bed was in the center of the room, the walls covered in a deep blue wallpaper that almost had a velvet texture to it. I sat at the edge of the bed, the opulent green comforter sinking underneath me like a cloud.

I watched Eli, my heart thumping, my cock twitching. I grabbed the base in a loose fist. I wanted to speak, wanted to tell him how good his body looked in the soft light.

But I already teetered on a thin line of creeping him the fuck out if he found out who I was.

I didn’t want that. I was here to protect him but also to play around with him, and he clearly wanted to do the same with me. I wasn’t forcing anything, wasn’t coercing him.

He shut the door and locked it behind him. He turned around, rested on the door, spreading his legs. He rubbed his muscular chest, twisted a nipple. His cock throbbed between his legs. He looked so sexy in that white mask as he ran a hand through his blond curls.

Fuck. He was putting on a show for me.

Just for me.

Holy shit, I could have cum right then and there.

“You know,” he said, voice low and full of desire, “you caught my eye from pretty much the moment I walked in.”

I offered a smile, stroked my cock. Body language was all it took to communicate on a night like this.

“I can’t explain it, but damn, I felt a connection.” He crossed the room, every step like striking flint against my core, the fire catching and spreading outward. I didn’t think I’d ever been this turned on. My balls were tight, my cock a hard length of steel in my grip. “I hope you did, too.”

I feel it, Eli. I do.

He stopped in front of me. The sounds of the music from downstairs drifted in through the threshold. The vibrations of the bass tickled at my feet. The air between us felt charged with something powerful, electric. I reached for him, cupping his face, pulling him down for another kiss.

He climbed onto my lap and pushed me backward. I fell onto the bed, Eli’s body weight encasing me. A delicious feeling.

I thrust upward, my tongue swirling with his, our cocks rubbing together. He moaned into the kiss as I squeezed his hips, pulling him harder onto me.

This was it. This was all I ever wanted.

Could I have been a little obsessed with Elijah? Yes, I could admit to that. But was obsession not just another flavor of passion? Of connection? Of love?

This wasn’t dangerous; it wasn’t wrong. Nothing that felt this good could truly be wrong.

No. Eli and me being together was simply right .

I reached between us and stroked. He was hot and hard in my grip.

I was right, too. He was bigger than me. Thick, long, pink. I felt like I had to taste it. My mouth watered at the thought.

I pulled his hips upward. He must have gotten the hint because he crawled higher up the bed. He brought his cock to my mouth, kneeling on either side of my head. This view, this angle, would forever be imprinted in my brain as one of the hottest fucking moments of my life.

Precum beaded on his tip. I lapped it up, the drug that was Elijah Grant officially being introduced into my system. I instantly had to have more. I opened my mouth and took him in, being rewarded with a moan of pure pleasure. I stretched my jaw as Eli stuffed more of himself down my throat.

My nose was almost to his pubes before I needed air. He pulled back. I stroked his wet, glistening dick with one hand, admiring how beautiful it was. How perfect the head was, how he had two beauty marks dotting his shaft, how his balls were tight and so damn sexy. These were details I didn’t really get to see online.

Fucking hell. Elijah was flawless. It took everything I had in me to not say it out loud.

I got back to sucking him off, bringing my wet fingers down between my legs and playing with my hole. This guy was doing something to me. He was turning me into a hungry bottom. My body ached to be filled by him. To take him down to his balls, feel him unloading inside me. It was an urge that nearly made me cry out for it. Give it all up, just so I could tell him to fuck me.

Instead, body language would have to do. I took Eli’s cock out of my mouth with an audible pop. I buried my nose in his balls and took in a deep inhale as he jerked himself off, grinding down on my face. I licked his balls before I maneuvered myself out from under his legs.

“God, you’re so sexy. What’s your name?” he asked.

Still, I couldn’t speak. What was I going to say? I could offer him a fake name, deepen my voice and hope that threw him off, but then that would be actively lying to him, and I didn’t want to do that.

I flipped him onto his back instead.

“Oh,” Eli said, smiling up at me, looking like a mask-wearing bandit moonlighting as a porn star. “No name, just dick. Got it.”

I want to give you my name. Want to give you a whole lot of things, Eli.

I got onto his lap. He licked his lips as I came down for another kiss. That way, he could see how good he tasted. His cock pulsed underneath me, matching the way my hole twitched for him.

I reached behind and grabbed his cock. He was still slick and wet from my blowjob. But he was thick, and I was tight. I’d need a little more than that.

Thankfully, this was a sex party, and the host was very considerate. They had left a bottle of silicone lube on the nightstand. I leaned over and grabbed it, popping the cap opening and squirting a generous amount in my palm.

“You’re hungry for this big dick, aren’t you?” Eli said.

I nodded, reaching for his cock again, this time spreading the lube up and down. He shut his eyes and put his hands behind his hand.

That’s it. Relax. Let me use your body, and you use mine.

“Want to ride it, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

I allowed myself that. A single sound of affirmation. I wanted this, bad. More than he could possibly know.

I guided him to my hole. He pushed up slowly, pushing inside me. My mouth dropped open as a soft burn flashed into a wave of pleasure. My cock throbbed as he stretched me open.

It was intense. I paused, acclimating to his girthy presence. He grinned up at me, his tongue running along those pearly white teeth. “That feel good? Want more?”

I gave him a nod.

Of course I wanted more. That was all I wanted. More of him. More, more, more, more.

He thrust upward. Hard. I gasped, leaned forward, arched my back. He found a rhythm and started to fuck me.

I couldn’t hold back the moan, the deep and chesty moan that dragged with it four words I should never have said.

“You’re so fucking big.”

Those four words were enough to make Eli freeze, the entirety of his cock still inside me. He dropped his hands from my hips, head tilted to the side, recognition settling into his deep blue gaze.

“Detective? Is that you?”

Fuck.

This wasn’t good.