Page 34 of Broken
“Get your hole ready for me,” I tell him before ducking my head under his shirt to lick and suck on his nipple. He shudders and moans, cupping my head to his chest. The lube bottle clicks open, and he adjusts on my lap to get his fingers to his hole. I bite at the flat nipple and slide my hands under his skirt to cup his ass cheeks, spreading him open. His hand is moving quickly, thrusting his fingers in and out as he rides them.
I smack one delicious cheek and love the feel of it bouncing in my hand. Pulling my head out from under his shirt, I watch him take his pleasure. The flush of his skin, the long tender column of his throat with his head dropped back.
He’s a mess of moans and whimpers, and it’s exactly how I want him. Crazed.
Finding the lube, I slick up a few of my fingers and slide them along the crack of his ass to his opening. While he abuses his hole, I push one of my thick fingers inside too. He gasps, holding on to my shoulder for support, and pushes back onto it. I let him get used to it, fucking himself on our digits before adding a second.
“Such a good boy,” I say against his throat. “How many fingers are there, baby?”
“Four,” he whines as he sinks back onto my hand. “Fuck, please.”
“You take those fingers so well.” I nip at his throat, and he shivers. “Is your dick wet? Are you leaking for me?”
Eli nods quickly, his face creased with concentration as his body stretches. His skin is hot against mine where he’s bare. I love the tease of his clothes. The skirt fanned out to cover our laps, hiding the obscenity I know is lurking.
“Give me a taste.” I want all of him. To know what every inch of him tastes like and smells like, but I can’t have it all tonight. Eli’s thrusts stop so he can sit back enough to reach his dick. I keep my eyes on his as he swipes his finger over his tip, then drags it over my bottom lip. I quickly lick it off and growl at the bitter bite of him. “Ride me, Eli. Show me how well you can take it.”
He slams his lips to mine in a hot quick kiss, both of our fingers leaving his body, then he finds the condom and slides it over me. Eli adds more lube, then lifts and adjusts until my dick disappears under his skirt and presses against his puckered hole. His face slackens as he sinks onto me. He bears down, and the perfect squeeze of his ass around me almost makes me close my eyes, but the need to watch him is stronger.
I slide my hand under his shirt again and play with his nipple as he bobs on my cock a few times. He works his way to sitting on my lap and stays there for a moment. His eyes are glassy as he starts to move—up, down, grind, repeat. Oh fuck, I’m not going to last long.
“Look at me,” I demand, and his eyes snap to mine. It’s fucking perfect. So much more than I thought possible. I’ve had anal sex before, with women, but that’s not this. They weren’t Eli. This is more than our bodies working together for pleasure.
I won’t be complete without him. Not after this. He’s utterly wrecked me for anyone else.
Eli rocks against me, bouncing on my cock until I’m damn near seeing stars, panting and trying to hold back my impending orgasm. I’ve waited too fucking long to rush this.
“Are you a slutty boy for me?” He tenses a little, dragging his lip between his teeth. “Or my good boy?”
The flush creeps up his neck, and I feel his dick throb between us. A smirk lifts my lips as I get my answer.
“You’re my good boy, aren’t you? Only mine.” I suck on his skin, leaving red marks everywhere I can reach. “Fuck me, baby. You can do it.”
He whines, embarrassment clear on his face, but he does what I’ve said.
“Such a good job, baby.” I plant my feet and thrust up as much as I can in this position. It forces Eli to put both hands on the headboard and drag his dick against me with every movement. His whimpers turning desperate as the angle changes.
“You take it so well.” This time I bite at his neck, leaving teeth marks on his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his arms around my neck and gripping my hair to claim my lips. “I need to come.”
“Hold it,” I say against his mouth and slap around for the lube bottle again. I find it quickly and put more on my fingers. Sliding my hand under his skirt again, I trace down his crack to where my dick is penetrating his stretched hole. Watching his face carefully, I push a finger in. He whimpers and clenches around me, slowing down for a second.
“Such a good boy,” I praise him again, impressed he let me do it in the first place. “You want another?”
“Yes, please.” He shudders against me, his precum dripping onto my pubic hair and making a mess. Slowly, I add a second finger, and this time he gasps a needy sound, gripping my hair so hard it burns my scalp, but I don’t complain. “Holy fuck.”
“Come for me. Show me how much you like being stretched.”
Eli damn near sobs as he starts moving again, pushing back on me hard, taking me as deep and frantic as he can, and trembles a few seconds later as he comes, flooding my lower stomach with warmth as his cum hits my skin.
Watching him get off because of me slams my orgasm into me at high speed, taking me by surprise as I fill the condom and shiver in his hold. My eyes cross, and my pulse races in my ears as I pant. His forehead drops to mine, and his hand in my hair loosens.
“I . . . fuck,” he says, and if I had the energy, I would laugh. My entire body sags against the headboard.
“I’ll help you clean up once I can feel my legs again,” I mumble to him, but he shakes his head.
“I’ll take a shower. It’ll be easier.” He’s stiffened up again. Opening my eyes I watch him, but he won’t look at me as he climbs off and hustles to the bathroom. What the fuck was that?