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“You’re a bossy queen, huh?”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” he said in a tone that almost made me bust right then and there.
Elijah dropped his shorts, revealing a pair of light pink briefs that were already growing dark where precome seeped through the fabric. I gave an involuntary groan as he slowly pulled those down, too, the most perfect fucking dick I’d ever seen popping out.
“You next,” he said, a hand on the base of his cock. He licked his shining lips and watched me as I quickly pulled off my shorts, sitting back down on the toilet cover with my dick throbbing in the air. A clear bead of precome leaked from the tip as I gave myself a firm stroke, keeping eye contact with a mesmerized Elijah.
“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed out in a needy breath.
“Like what you see?”
He nodded and came back in for a kiss, his erection pressing up against me. I grabbed his hips and pushed him back, breaking the kiss so my mouth could focus on something else. We took that moment to take off our shirts, getting completely naked.
“God, Elijah, you’re so fucking sexy.” I gripped him in one hand, admiring how soft he felt and yet hard as a boulder. I pumped my fist up and down, looking up to see Elijah’s head dropping back, lips parting open. I couldn’t hold myself back—I had to taste him.
So I did.
Leaning forward, I licked his tip, savoring the salty sweetness that landed on my tongue. He was already practically gushing, and that only turned me on even more. I reached down and started stroking myself, circling my tongue around the head of Elijah’s perfect cock. His fingers twined through my hair, another turn-on for me.
“Suck it, Ry. Suck my big cock. Take it down your throat.”
The inferno in the base of my spine ignited into an all-consuming wildfire. Elijah talking dirty to me was an aphrodisiac greater than chocolates or pomegranates or oysters. My vision colored into a lustful crimson and tunneled in on one thing: Elijah’s thick and leaking dick.
One hand cupping his balls, the other squeezing on his ass, I pulled him to me and took him in my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw to make him fit, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Holy fuck was I not complaining.
Elijah tasted like heaven and hell. Sin and savior. Like honey and gold and sex. Sweat and musk and man and holy fuck, how was I ever going to stop sucking his dick?
“Oh shit, Ry, fuck, that’s it. Take it. All the way, just like that.” His fingers locked tighter, tugging my hair, pulling me so that his cock was buried down my throat, my nose buried in his pubes. I held it there, as long as I could, feeling bliss on a whole new level as Elijah filled my throat with his cock. My lungs demanded air, but I held down, swirling my tongue and feeding off the way Elijah began to writhe. Hungry, needy sounds echoed in the bathroom.
I had to come up for air, pulling off his cock with a string of saliva connecting us. I used it as lube, spreading it over his already soaked length. He continued to grunt, commanding me, his tone taking on an edge I hadn’t heard before. He stuffed himself back down my throat, starting to thrust his hips, fingers still threaded through my hair.
Tears started to slide down my cheek. The sounds grew wilder, the fire inside me burning out of control. My balls were tight, as tight as Elijah’s looked, and I had barely even touched myself.
I looked up, meeting Elijah’s passion-filled green gaze. He cupped a hand on my cheek before thrusting in, making me gag. I wanted more. I put him back into my mouth and worked him like I needed this more than anything.
“I’m gonna come, Ry. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Ohhh, Ry.”
My nickname on his tongue only made this moment sweeter, sexier, more connected. He started to twitch, his movements becoming jerkier. I could tell he was about to blow.
He stepped back, leaving me hungry for him. He opened his legs and gave his gleaming wet cock one stroke before he shouted, toes digging into the tiled floor. Come painted my face, splatting against my cheek and eyebrows and nose. He let it all loose, and I took it, wanting every last drop.
At some point during his climax, mine slammed through me. Come dripped down my chest, my chin, some of it on my thigh, probably on my ceiling.
I looked up at Elijah’s rosy pink face through a partially shut eye, an expression of bliss lighting up his face like a beam of sunlight had hit him from the inside. “Hot damn,” Elijah said with a chuckle. He grabbed a small hand towel and used it to wipe off my face.
