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Chapter 27

Benji Morrison

I had to be dreaming. None of this could be real. Was I really this fucking lucky?

I messed up, but I owned it, and Eli appeared to have accepted my apology. He wasn’t kicking me out or raising his voice. He wasn’t smiling, either, but who was I to complain about anything? At least there was a chance for me to earn that smile back. That’s all I needed.

A chance.

“I’m sorry again. Really.” I tested the waters by reaching for his hand. He didn’t pull away.

“Just please, Benji, don’t fuck this up.”

“I won’t,” I said, smiling. His lips twitched, curling at the corners. I was getting there, breaking through the invisible wall that had been erected between us—all because of me. “And I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better. That’s a whole lot of making up.”

“I fucked up. I really, really did. But I’m awake now. I can see what needs to be changed. And I’m going to change it—for myself.”

“Good. You need to make sure you’re open to changing. It’s not going to be an easy road, but I know you can do it.” His hand squeezed mine. His lips curled up a little more, his blue eyes glinting in the light shining from the floor-to-ceiling window. We were on the thirtieth floor of the hotel, giving us a picturesque view of the city. Yet, no matter how beautiful the view could be, I found that my eyes wouldn’t drift away from Eli’s.

I got him back. I thought I was going to lose him, but this may have just made our bond even stronger.

“And,” Eli said, “I’ll help however I can. I doubt you can take Lucky with you, so I’ll be sure to watch him.”

That touched my heart. He didn’t need to go out of his way to make any of this easier. “I think he’ll be happy about that. Lucky seems to love your lap for some reason.”

“I mean, can you blame him?” Eli teased, brow arched.

I chuckled. “No, no, I definitely can’t.” The warmth in my heart began to spread outward, tendrils of heat stretching toward my fingers and toes, pooling around my gut. I wanted to lean in and kiss him but was unsure if that would be too much, too soon. Was the connection between us healed enough to give in to the primal lust that stirred inside me, or should I silence it and keep things simple for the night?

Eli, as if reading my mind and deciding to answer my question for me, leaned in. I didn’t hesitate or flinch. I matched his movement, leaning forward, lips crashing together, my good hand rising up to cup the back of his head. The kiss started off at a hundred. Our tongues lashed together, his taste filling me up and making me hungry for him. The heat in my core roared to life, exploding, burning through my nerves and turning my body into a taut live wire.

During a brief break for breath, I looked into Eli’s eyes and tried to search for any hesitation. “You don’t need to?—”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

I smiled and did as he asked, kissing him hard. We fell back on the bed. Eli climbed on top of me, grinding down on my stiffening cock. I moaned into the kiss. He was already rock hard. I could feel his need for me straining against his shorts. I wanted them off.

Needed his skin against mine.

Craved the heat of his cock, the taste of his precum.

I reached down and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. He lifted up slightly and pulled them off, revealing he hadn’t been wearing anything underneath. No wonder I could practically feel every vein, every twitch of his rock-hard dick.

“Get up here,” I said, pulling his hips toward my face. He finished kicking off his shorts and inched upward, his cock already dripping wet as he brought it to my hungry mouth. I licked the precum first, squeezing his cock at the base to try and get more. A clear bead dripped out. I ran my thumb over it, took it between two fingers, and spread them, watching the clear and sticky precum stretch between my fingers.

“Fuck, I love how wet you get,” I said, looking up into Eli’s eyes as I sucked my fingers clean.

“Let me have a taste,” he said. I stroked him again, drawing out more of that tasty precum. I collected it on my thumb and brought it up to his lips. He sucked my thumb into his mouth, smiling, cock twitching. Part of me still expected to wake up on the floor of my apartment with empty bottles of vodka littered around me, Lucky giving me judgmental stares from his perch on the couch. How could any of this be real? How could I really be underneath my dream man after almost losing him the day before?

Whatever. I wasn’t in a place to question anything. I had to let it go. Sink into this moment and enjoy it with Eli. We were back together again. He didn’t want me to disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Suck it,” Eli said, pushing his cock forward, painting my lips with his precum. I smiled up at him and massaged his balls, leaning up so I could bury my nose in the crook between his leg and cock, inhaling his addictive scent. He groaned and twined his fingers through my hair, pushing my head down onto his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in, enjoying the way he twitched as my mouth enveloped him. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed before reaching behind and rubbing my cock through my pants. My full balls ached for his touch. He started to pull down my zipper but was having a little trouble, so I let go of his balls and helped him, his cock still stuffed down my throat. I lifted up and tugged my pants and underwear off.

“Damn, look at that big cock,” he said, stroking me while I continued to suck him off. “Here, let’s sixty-nine.”

Fine with me. He pulled his cock from between my lips and turned around, his legs on either side of my head as he positioned himself above me. He slowly lowered down. I took him in my mouth as he took me in his. The pleasure felt insane. He knew how to suck dick, swirling and hollowing his cheeks and taking me to the back of his throat without hesitation. It felt even better with my moans being stifled by his throbbing dick. He tasted so good, too. Salty, sweet, heavenly.

We worked each other for a blissful amount of time, the entire world disappearing and leaving nothing behind but the two of us. After everything we’d been through, this was exactly what I felt was needed to push through it. A reminder of the absolute euphoria our connection created. This shit transcended beyond sex. It was pushing into spiritual territory.

Eli pulled up for air, gasping and groaning as I continued to blow him. Just two men, exploring and connecting and playing with each other. Pure passion and sex. We were here for each other, pushing us up to the heights of absolute fucking ecstasy.

“God, this feels so good,” Eli said before going back down and taking me between his lips, his heat encasing the head of my cock first before he opened his jaw and took more of me.

Eli gave a thrust, his cock pushing deep, his smooth and tightening balls resting on my nose.

That’s it, baby. Use me like a fuck toy.

Eli started to face-fuck me while he continued to deep-throat my dick. It was nearly too much. I felt close to blowing, and we hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet. This was just the appetizer.

I reached up and pressed gently against his hips. He stopped his thrusts and pulled out, a string of saliva still connecting me to my man. “Fuck, baby, I’m already getting close.”

Eli lifted himself off me, turning around to meet my gaze. His blue eyes were blown wide, lips red and swollen. He looked primal, beautiful. His blond curls were shining in the sunlight, one rogue strand falling down onto his forehead.

“I want you inside me,” I said, almost breathless, the words tumbling from my lips. I needed him to fuck me like I needed air in my lungs.

His lips curled into a delicious smirk. “Fuck yeah, I’ve been wanting to sink this inside you.”

He grabbed the base of his thick cock, slick from my spit, and rubbed it against mine. “Do it, please. I need it.” I reached out, my hand sliding around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss. Our bodies aligned perfectly, and I felt his erection throbbing against my thigh. Eli groaned softly into my mouth, a sound that sent sparks straight to my twitching and leaking cock.

Eli reached into the bedside drawer, grabbing some lube. “Always be prepared.”

“That’s why I l—like you.”

Whoa. That was close.

Eli smiled and slicked himself up. I opened my legs and squirmed as he used his lubed-up hand to stroke me. I grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my lower back, making it easier for the both of us. My heart hammered with anticipation as he positioned himself between my legs, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. His eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed inside, a guttural moan escaping both our throats as the head of his cock slipped in.

“Fuck, Eli,” I gasped, gripping the sheets as Eli hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. I welcomed the stretch, the burn that melted into pure bliss as he sank into me balls-deep.

“You feel incredible,” Eli whispered, kissing my ankle, kissing my foot. He began to move, hips rolling sensually at first, each stroke deliberate and slow, driving me to the brink of near madness. Every nerve ending in my body ignited, every piece of me so hungry for this man. “So fucking good.”

He increased his pace, slamming into me deeper with every thrust. Sweat began to bead across our skin. I grunt with every thrust, Eli looking down and watching his cock disappear inside me. Our rhythm grew frantic, desperate, each movement filled with passion, apology, forgiveness, and pure fucking bliss.

“That’s it, baby,” I said, my toes curling, the sound of skin slapping skin nearly drowning me out. “Pound my tight hole. Make me yours.”

“You’re mine. You’re mine, Benji.”

“I am. I’ll always be. Fuck yeah, oh fuck.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Benji,” Eli breathed, voice strained with pleasure as he grabbed my cock, stroking me in sync with his thrusts. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, losing myself entirely beneath him. His cock pounded into me, hitting every perfect spot inside, sending white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins. “Fill me up, Eli. Please.”

He cried out, burying himself deep as he exploded inside me, flooding me with his warmth. The feeling pushed me over the edge, my own orgasm erupting in thick ropes across my stomach and chest. Rope after rope of it. Felt never-ending. Stars exploded in my vision, my legs twitching and shaking, still lifted up on Eli’s shoulders. He looked down at my load with an impressed look.

“Holy fuck,” Eli said. “That was incredible. You came so much.”

“Think this could be a record.”

“Hot,” Eli said. He ran his fingers through a streak of cum across my chest and brought it up to his lips, sucking and smiling.

“Shit, Eli, you’re so insanely sexy. It’s almost unreal.”

“Says one of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on.” He leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue, which made my still-swollen cock twitch and leak. I looked up and felt myself becoming lost in those eyes. He hadn’t pulled out yet. I felt full, complete, wanted and needed and happy and…

“I love you.” The words had left me before I could even think about what I was saying.

Eli’s eyes went wide. He blinked a couple of times, his mouth in the shape of a surprised O, dick still inside me.

Well… fuck. That wasn’t exactly the reaction I’d been hoping for.