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Only he hadn’t known it would feel like fireworks going off inside him, shooting sparks of pleasure right to the tips of his fingers and toes. “Elio…” he gasped.
James’s hands opened and closed, needing something to hold onto as waves of ecstasy drove everything from his mind.
Elio claimed his lips, pressing their bodies together. James rocked helplessly against the textured denim of Elio’s jeans, the contrast on his naked cock driving him wild. He could feel Elio’s erection now, thick and heavy, lined up against him. Whatever that implied about what was actually in Elio’s jeans, James was hungry for it now.
What would it be like if Elio was fucking him?
Elio kept stroking him with those magical fingers. “Think you can come just from this, Daddy?”
James made some sort of noise. He didn’t think so, but with Elio, he had no idea what was possible.
He wanted more. He wanted to come. And he didn’t want it ever to end.
James was going crazy. “I need… Want you to fuck me.” There had been some decision point about this in his mind, and he was already flying right past it. Then he remembered. “I mean… can you do that?” James went in and out of recalling that Elio was trans. Not that he ever totally forgot, just that it didn’t always seem relevant when Elio was already mastering his body, those ropy muscles and deep voice feeling all man.
“Oh, Daddy. I can fuck you so good you won’t be able to move tomorrow. I’ll ruin you.”
James had the sense that he was already ruined. He probably had been since the moment they met.
“But are you sure that’s what you want?” Elio asked. “Virginity is a construct, but first times should still be special.”
“This is special,” James panted. He couldn’t imagine that it would get any better. He could still barely even fathom that this young, handsome, confident guy wanted him. That Elio had somehow ferreted out all the half-formed fantasies that he’d shoved to the back of his mind, and was making them all come true. “Please,” he added, as Elio kept thrusting inside him.
“Turn around,” Elio commanded, but by the time the words came out, he was already pulling out and manhandling James into place. James was off balance, pants still around his knees, arms now crossed above his head as he dangled from the tree branch.
Turned out, he loved being manhandled. There was something that made him feel small and secure, even with that thrilling hint of danger. He’d never known that he wanted that, and now he couldn’t get enough.
There was the squelching sound of lube, and then Elio’s fingers were back, demanding entrance but with three fingers this time.
That burned, but he was ready for it now.
“So good, Daddy. Let me in.” Elio’s words were warm at the back of his neck, interspersed with open-mouthed kisses and the drag of teeth. Those slender fingers twisted inside him, stroking against his prostate at every pass.
Elio twisted and spread his fingers a little wider, making James howl.
“You ready for this?” Elio whispered against his neck.
He needed to answer. “Yeah.”
“Unh-uh,” Elio disagreed. “I wanna hear you beg. Say, ‘Elio, please destroy me with your cock.’”
James should have known this was coming. How could he feel so uncomfortable and so turned on at the same time? He could hear Elio moving behind him. A zipper. The lube.
He started out at a whisper, forming the words in his head before he could say them out loud. “Elio, please,” Oh God. “Please destroy me with your cock.”
“I’ve got you, Daddy.” Elio was suddenly nearer, pressed against his back, one hand sliding under his shirt in the front. The other hand nudged at his ass, followed by the smooth glide of what could only be Elio’s cock. Nudging at his hole. Making him whimper because it was so close, but not there yet. “Let me give you what you need.”
And then Elio was sliding home. There was the stretch and burn. Too much, too fast. Overloading all his senses.
James adored it. Somehow, this was exactly what he needed. He needed to be pumped full by a man half his age, who was absolutely owning his body in the middle of a forest.
Elio drew slowly out, and then plunged in again, raking across James’s prostate this time. James screamed.
He should probably be embarrassed about making so much noise, but he couldn’t pull it back. Elio was inside him.
One hand tweaked his nipple, while Elio bit along his neck. “Love to hear you. Let me hear how much you want it.”
There wasn’t any answer for that. Not with words, anyway.
