Page 105 of Seven Minutes
“I know.” I pressed my mouth to his throat, my hand tightening on his hip.
I sucked hard on the scar that marred his throat, and that was the moment everything tipped. Eli’s breath fractured, and every broken sound that followed became surrender. He melted under the heat of my mouth, dissolving into a boneless puddle of need.
Eli thrust his hips, shoving his hard cock against me, hishands tightening in my hair. I took the unspoken hint and let my mouth trail down his body, lingering between his thighs. He wasted no time working his pants down his hips.
The air thickened into a humid furnace with every ragged breath. Want coiled around us as I sucked his wet tip between my lips. Pleasure tore through him, a fault line giving way. I licked around his head, my tongue tracing every pulse. His legs turned to water, unsteady under the force of my hunger.
He pushed himself further into my mouth, nestling into the velvet heat, and tipped his head back, lost to the pleasure. With my eyes locked on his face, gauging every reaction, I ran my lips up and down his hard length, sucking kisses that became a continuous motion. A guttural cry escaped him. Eli spread his thighs wider as I sank to my knees between them, licking at his dark curls and the smooth taint beneath them.
I listened to him unravel thread by thread between my lips, intent on breaking him with my mouth. I devoured him, a quiet storm gathering intensity with each lick and suck. The heat of my mouth became a command Eli couldn’t resist.
“Please!” he screamed, no longer begging nicely.
I bit back a satisfied smile and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard and fast down my throat. His choked cry was music to my ears. Hot precum seeped from his slit, flooding my tongue. Relentlessly, I slurped up and down his shaft until his legs bent and buckled, squeezing my shoulders between them.
His body trembled, abdominals seizing, veins rigid. The shudder rolled through his hips, his thighs, until his legs vibrated. My mouth became a warm cradle for his need.
Eli begged me to stop, begged for more, and I answered hisdesperate plea by forming a seal around his cock, a trap I had no intention of opening. I hummed low and felt him melt against my tongue. He tasted of salt and heat and…Eli. I could feel him trying to hold himself together, and I loved ruining that.
He watched through lust-drugged eyes as I pushed my jeans and briefs off. He grabbed his swollen cock and stroked once, twice. I mirrored the movement, stroking my cock, smearing the precum down my shaft. Usually, it would be enough, but I hadn’t fucked Eli in months.
“Don’t move,” I rasped.
In a flash, I returned with the bottle from our nightstand and spread the slick over my shaft. His pupils dilated as he continued to stroke, to watch me ready myself for him. Then I went to work on his tight hole, slipping my fingers inside, gently stretching him loose. When he began to fuck my fingers, I knew he was ready.
Bracing my arms on either side of his shoulders, I slid into him slowly, savoring the squeeze of his tight ass. My cock pulsed inside him, desperate to claim, to or reclaim, what was mine, but I took care with his healing body.
When I was fully seated inside him, Eli chased my mouth, sliding his tongue with mine.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he breathed over my lips.
“God, I’m an idiot,” I hissed as he squeezed around me. “I almost lost this.” I gazed into his half-lidded eyes. “Almost lost you. How could I have been so careless?”
Eli wrapped his long legs around my hips and drew me into his tight heat. “I’ll make sure you’re more careful in thefuture.”
I heard the tease in his voice, mixed with need.Never again, Elias. I’ll never jepordize our love again.
My pace was slow, pulling out and pushing back in to a litany of moans and sighs. He loved it, loved being filled again, loved the connection. Loved what only I could give to him. His husband.
It healed something broken inside me that still lingered.
“More,” he whispered. “I can take it.”
Damn, I hoped so, because I needed to move faster. I needed to see him fall apart and I only had minutes left before I beat him to it. Sitting back on my knees, I held his legs spread and pushed into him with barely disguised hunger. If his leg hurt, he didn’t show it. I took in his glassy eyes and dazed expression, the flush crawling up his chest and throat, and I pushed harder, faster.
He clutched at me as if I were the only thing keeping him from sliding off the edge of the world.
“Still with me?”
He nodded, voice raspy and small. “Don’t stop.”
“Not a chance.”
His body stiffened before a full shudder tore through him, followed by a curse. I grunted as I buried my load deep in his ass. I laid my head against his chest, wrapping him tightly, letting his heartbeat sync with mine.
He exhaled shakily, burying his lips in my hair. “Adrian?”
“Yeah?”
