Page 82 of Try Line Hearts
Then Eli ducked his head again, mouth warm against Lucas’s skin, and whatever careful conversation Lucas thought he needed after that dissolved completely.
It was warm and sure, unhurried, like he was taking his time on purpose. Lucas let his head fall back, let go.
And then Eli stopped.
Not pulling away. Not retreating. Just… stilling.
Lucas lifted his head, breath already unsteady. “Eli?”
Eli leaned back just enough to look at him, curls falling into his eyes, expression suddenly serious in a way that made Lucas’s stomach dip.
“I’ve got a favor to ask,” Eli said quietly.
Anythingleapt to Lucas’s tongue before caution could catch it. “Anything.”
Eli’s mouth curved—not playful, but a sly, hungry invitation that sent a shiver down Lucas’s spine. “I need it rough tonight, Lucas. Make me yours. Break me open.”
Lucas’s heart thundered, a surge of protective fire and scorching lust coursing through him. He adored this man—the utter trust in Eli’s surrender, the way their bond deepened with every shared breath. Lucas sat up and seized Eli’s lips in a punishing kiss, tongues battling fiercely, savoring the lingering taste of the city night on his skin.
They stood, still kissing and his hands claimed Eli’s body, fingers bruising into his hips, yanking him tight until their frames molded together, heat pulsing like a vow.
With a deep rumble, Lucas tore his mouth away, dragging his lips along Eli’s throat, sinking teeth in deep to brand him—crimson welts rising like declarations of devotion. Eli bowed into it, a sharp cry slipping free as Lucas’s bite skimmed his collarbone, then dipped lower, latching onto a nipple with a harsh suck. His tongue lashed the hardened bud while his fingers clamped the other, twisting until Eli jerked against him, his dick stiffening, a bead of pre-cum glistening.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Lucas rasped, emotion thickening his words, his palm sliding down to grip Eli’s cock. He rubbed hard, pulling a ragged groan that made Lucas’s own cock strain. But Eli’s hunger drove this, and Lucas would deliver—every brutal surge of control laced with the love that anchored them. He let go of Eli, swallowing the needy protest, gaze fixed on Eli’s heated expression as he forced him into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress.
Lucas’s solid build towered over him, his heavy cock jutting out, throbbing with urgency. He grabbed Eli’s jaw roughly, tilting his head back, and spat directly into his open mouth, watching Eli swallow it down with a desperate moan, eyes locked on Lucas in pure submission. “That’s it, take what I give you,” Lucas growled, his voice laced with affection. Then, he slapped Eli’s cheek lightly with his thick dick, the wet smack echoing as pre-cum smeared across his skin, marking him further. Eli’s mouth fell open in quiet satisfaction as he moaned, his voice breaking as he begged, “Use me. I’m just a hole for you tonight—yours to wreck.”
Lucas snatched the lube from his travel bag, slicking his fingers thickly before dropping to his knees on the mattress between Eli’s parted legs. “Say you crave it,” Lucas ordered, his voice a silken demand threaded with warmth.
“God, yes—fuck me hard,” Eli pleaded, tone fracturing, gaze shining with raw affection as he lay back.
A single finger invaded Eli’s ass, sliding in steady and unyielding, sensing the flutter and yield as Eli relaxed. Lucas hooked it, grazing that inner bundle of nerves, sending Eli’s frame into a spasm, profanities tumbling out. “Such a snug hole for me. I’ll stretch you wide, have you pleading for my dick.” He pushed in a second digit, spreading them wide with rough twists, loosening the hot channel while his other hand clamped Eli’s thigh, keeping him splayed like an offering.
Eli’s pelvis bucked, seeking the sting, the stretch—the intensity of Lucas’s stare, brimming with tenderness amid the relentless prep. Perspiration dotted Eli’s forehead, his torso rising and falling rapidly as Lucas thrust a third finger in, pumping swift and deep. “You belong to me,” Lucas breathed, bending to press a kiss to Eli’s quivering quad, a gentle foil to the savage drive of his fingers. “Every part. Exposed and ruined for me.”
Eli’s reply came as a strangled sob of bliss, his shaft jerking free of attention, pre-cum dribbling over his belly. Lucas held back no longer. He pulled his fingers out, coating his length with lube, the tip prodding Eli’s rim. With a firm hand on Eli’s hip, he guided him to flip over, pressing his chest down into the mattress until Eli was face down, ass up, knees spread wide on the rumpled sheets, presenting himself completely.
Lucas positioned himself behind, one hand gripping Eli’s waist to steady him, the other aligning his slick cock. He eased forward—deliberate at first, relishing the way Eli’s muscle yielded around him, then drove in fully with a savage lunge that seated him balls-deep.
Eli wailed, face buried in the pillow, hands fisting the sheets as he writhed, his ass clenching around the invasion. Agony and rapture warred on his muffled features, but his body beggedharder. Lucas paused, sheathed in that blazing clench, their exhales intertwining as he leaned over Eli’s back, cradling his jaw briefly to whisper, “Fuck yes—you love this, don’t you?” Then he withdrew nearly all the way before slamming back, establishing a ruthless tempo that rattled the headboard.
Every drive was precise, powerful, Lucas’s hips colliding with bruising force against Eli’s cheeks. He clutched Eli’s waist tight enough to mark, angling to nail that prostate on each invasion, transforming Eli’s cries into howls. “Shit, you swallow me so perfectly—little slut, take it all.” The vulgarity spilled with a worship that swelled Eli’s chest even as his form fractured.
Stretches and physio paid off here; Lucas brought his right leg up and placed his foot on the side of Eli’s face, applying just enough pressure to pin him in place while he began to mercilessly pound his ass. Eli stuffed a wad of the comforter into his mouth as he began to moan and cry out, his breathing becoming staccato from the brutal rhythm of the absolute onslaught being brought to bear on his body.
“Did I say you could fucking cry?” Lucas said in a low growl, his voice turned to gravel.
Their skin gleamed with sweat, forms gliding in a storm of desperation. Eli’s dick flopped against the sheets below, leaking steadily, the drag of the fabric teasing it with each bury. Lucas’s sack smacked Eli’s cheeks with wet, insistent thuds, the foot holding him down adding to the dominance, keeping Eli locked in submission.
“I’m gonna come—fuck, Lucas, keep going,” Eli panted, muffled through fabric, tears carving paths down his nose from the overload.
“Spill for me. Squeeze my cock with that hungry ass.”
The directive shattered Eli. His muscles locked, passage convulsing around Lucas as spurts of cum erupted onto the sheets, streaking hot and messy. The vision—the vise—shredded Lucas’s restraint. He pounded through the ripples, pursuing his climax, until with a guttural shout, he rooted deep and unloaded, pumping thick jets of seed into Eli’s depths.
Lucas slowly slumped over onto the mattress, chest sweaty and heaving.
Eli remained in place for a moment or so, breathing heavily and then slowly turned over and laid back to put his arm over Lucas’ chest feeling his heart race.
