Without hesitation, he answered, “Yours.”
The same way he always had.
Everything felt the same, but I knew things were so fucking different.
“Seriously, Eli,” he mocked, interrupting my thoughts. “You’re really overthinking this.” He cocked a brow. “I mean, you’ve done this before, right?”
His voice sounded almost hopeful, like he wanted to have more experience than me when it came to the bedroom. I assumed it stemmed from his opinion that he was always one step behind everybody else.
Chuckling, I answered, “I’ve done it a few times.” I licked the side of his jawline. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. You’ll be more than satisfied when we’re finished.”
His hips bucked against mine. “We have to start if we ever plan on finishing. I need you inside of me, Eli. Now,” he stressed.
“I always knew you’d be a bossy bottom.” After that, I dropped my head to toy with his nipples. I remembered how super sensitive they were. Before long, he was writhing and whimpering…practically pleading with me to end his torment. Hell, we were both in torment. My cock begged to be inside of him. His leaked so badly that my stomach and chest were damp with his pre-cum.
Unable to wait much longer but knowing he needed to be properly prepared, I leaned away from him and said, “Hands and knees. Now,” I said, using the same urgent tone he’d used on me only minutes ago.
I felt a tremble go through his entire body but when he hustled so quickly to get into place, I knew I had to have imagined it. While he scrambled into position, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers with the lubricant. “Spread your legs wider,” I demanded, knowing I needed to see as much of him as I could—it was if I’d waited my entire life for this moment.
He obliged and looked over his shoulder. His grin was both sassy and worried. The piercing must really have him concerned. It need not worry him; I was about to rock his world. With my fingers coated, I snapped the lid back onto the lube and reached for his cheeks. I spread them wide and exposed his puckered hole. Fuck, he was perfect, just like I’d always known he would be.
“Eli?” he asked softly, his voice muffled by the mattress.
“Just enjoying the view, angel. Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck, I feel…weird,” he countered. His ass wiggled as he added, “Not used to people staring at that spot. How about your cock there instead of your eyes?”
“Hmmm…how about something else?” I answered. Before he could answer, I dipped my head and swiped the sensitive flesh with my tongue. He squealed in surprise, shocking me with the possibility that he’d never been rimmed before. Holy hell…how I wished that were true. I’d love to be the first anything. I continued to work my tongue on the outside of his opening, swishing all around, teasing and tickling until his whimpers and moans grew louder and even more uncontrolled. When it sounded like he couldn’t take anymore, I plunged my tongue inside him as deep as possible. His body jerked uncontrollably, and a scream erupted from his lips. I answered by pushing down on the center of his back and holding him immobile. After working him as loose as possible with my tongue, and enjoying every damn minute of it, I pulled out and immediately slid a lubed finger inside his tight opening. While my finger slid inside, making his internal walls clinch tightly around me, I also reached between his spread legs and pulled his hardened cock back between his legs. His dick was thin but long, so it was a perfect fit for what I had in mind. When I’d finished, I had his hole, balls, and the tip of his cock all lined up…ready for fun torture.
“Holy fuck, Eli!” he rasped as he once again raised up on his elbows since both my hands were in use and I couldn’t hold him down any longer. “What…what?” He searched for the right words but couldn’t seem to find them.
“Shoulders and chest flat against the mattress, angel. I want this ass as high in the air as I can have it.”
“Oh fuck,” he answered softly, but his body immediately moved to obey. A glistening drop of cum beaded at the slit of his cock and I dropped my head to lap it up. He screamed. I smiled. I’d always wondered how vocal he’d be in the bedroom, and it looked like I had my answer.
Very vocal.
For the next few minutes, I busied myself by stretching his hole with one finger and then two. All the while, I kept him distracted from the burn by mouthing his balls and the head of his dick. He busied himself by wiggling uncontrollably, cursing me with all the cuss word in his vocabulary one minute, and then pronouncing his undying devotion in the next minute. When I was finally able to work three fingers into his tight hole, I told myself he was ready to accommodate my dick.