Page 126 of The Build-a-Boyfriend Project

“That’s it, that’s my good boy.” Eli continues his motion, up and down Peter’s length, drinking in the whines that spill from Peter’s lips. “Now, I want to try something else, okay?”

Peter nods, and Eli can feel his own arousal peeking back up at just how badly Peter wants this. He wonders if Peter can feel him against the small of his back, feel the wetness there.

“And you’re going to keep being my good boy, right?”

He nods again, his eyes closed.

“Say it, Peter.”

“I’m going to be a good boy.”

“Good.” Eli traces his nails along Peter’s thigh, running his fingers along the faint stretch marks, kissing Peter’s shoulders where he’s tattooed in much the same way. He moves his free hand up, cupping Peter’s breast, his fingers ghosting one of Peter’s erect nipples, encountering the rushing thud of Peter’s heart as it beats wildly underneath the soft flesh. He traces Peter’s neck, his jawline, feeling that slight chafe from where Peter recently shaved, before he holds his fingers up to Peter’s lips.

“Suck,” Eli orders. And Peter obeys.

He takes just one at first, working his way down Eli’s index finger, licking at the space between before he takes the middle finger, and then Eli’s ring finger.

Eli feels powerful at the way Peter shudders underneath him.

“Are you ready?”

“For what?” Peter dares to ask.

“I want to finger you,” Eli says simply. He knows better than to mince words when the situation could turn uncomfortable at the drop of a pin. “Is that okay?”

Peter seems to hesitate, and Eli hopes that he doesn’t feel pressured to say yes. But he finally nods. “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” Eli maneuvers, his wet fingers tracing Peter’s back. The angle is still awkward, given the height Peter has on him. “I’m going to go in slowly.” Eli’s lips are right against Peter’s ear. “You’ll be a good boy and tell me if you want me to stop, right?”

“I’ll be a good boy,” Peter repeats. “I promise.”

“You’re learning well.” Eli can’t help but smile. “Try your best to relax, okay?”

Eli slides his index finger into Peter, past the firm ring of muscle. He goes slowly.

“How does that feel?” Eli asks.

“A little weird . . .” Peter winces, the words coming out in hushed gasps as Eli continues to play with Peter’s cock, pumping slower and slower, second by second. He just wants this to last for as long as it can.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no,” Peter says, impatient. “It’s a good weird, I promise.”

“Okay.” Eli kisses Peter’s neck, biting softly as he adds another finger, twisting carefully inside Peter, searching desperately for the thing he knows is there.

“Ohhh . . .” Peter gasps, his whines a song to Eli’s ears as he crooks his fingers inside. “Oh, God . . . Eli.”

“Close already?”

“Mm-hmm!” Peter nods feverishly.

“I don’t know if you deserve to come yet, Peter.” Eli slows his pace. He wants to edge him in just the right way, to leave Peter desperate. Wanting.

Hungry.

“Please, Eli . . .” Peter gasps, letting out a high-pitched whine as his back arches, Eli’s fingers reaching in deep.

“No, I don’t think so,” Eli whispers, applying pressure to the head of Peter’s wet cock.