Chapter 3

3

ELLERY

“ L ike this?” Boaz purred, his lithe body stretched across my bed like a feast laid out for me. His dark curls splayed across the pillow, framing his face in a way that made him look even younger and more tempting. Those pouty lips curved into a mischievous smile as his brown eyes locked on mine, sparkling with anticipation.

My breath caught. Damn, he was beautiful. And he knew it too, the little tease.

“You gonna stand there and stare, or are you gonna come over here and show me what those big, strong hands can do?” Boaz’s fingers trailed down his chest, begging my gaze to follow their path.

I chuckled at his eagerness. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait.”

I approached the bed with deliberate steps, drinking in every inch of Boaz’s smooth skin. His body trembled under my scrutiny, betraying his excitement despite his cocky words.

“Mmm, I like a man who knows how to build anticipation,” Boaz murmured, his voice husky with desire. “But just so you know, I’m not always good at waiting. ADHD and all that.”

I smirked, reaching out to trail a finger along his jawline. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep you…distracted.”

Boaz’s eyes widened, pupils dilating as he leaned into my touch. “Oh fuck, yes, please.”

My body thrummed with the need to claim this beautiful, cock-hungry boy. But I held back, savoring the moment. It had been a long time since I’d felt this level of chemistry with someone. “Tell me what you want.”

He shivered, licking his lips. “God, everything. Your hands, your mouth, your cock. I want it all, Ellery. Please.”

The desperation in his voice sent a jolt of arousal through me. I nodded, a slow, approving gesture that had Boaz squirming on the bed. “Then that’s what you’ll get, sweetheart. Every. Last. Bit. Let’s see how good you are with your mouth, hmm?”

Boaz’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. In one fluid motion, he flipped onto his back, shimmying until his head hung off the edge of the bed. His curls cascaded toward the floor, exposing the long line of his throat. The position left him open, vulnerable. My breath caught at the sight.

“Like what you see?” Boaz asked, his voice trembling despite the bravado.

I approached slowly, drinking in every detail. The rapid rise and fall of his chest. The way his fingers twisted in the sheets. The trust implicit in his posture tugged at something deep in my chest. “You want my cock, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Beg for it. Show me how much you want it.”

Boaz’s eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. “Please, Sir. I want your… I need your cock in my mouth. Let me taste you. Let me show you what a good little cocksucker I am.”

It seemed he liked dirty talk as much as I did. “Open your mouth.”

He obeyed instantly. I stepped closer and rubbed the tip of my cock against his lips, spreading some precum that had gathered there. He licked them, moaning at the taste. “Please…” he begged.

“Please, what?”

I traced the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his throat. “Please, what?”

His eyes met mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “Please, fuck my mouth.”

Jesus. This kid was going to be the death of me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I gripped my cock, so hard and aching, and guided it to Boaz’s waiting lips. He opened it immediately, his warm, wet mouth enveloping me. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all.”

Boaz hummed in response, the vibrations adding another layer of intensity. His tongue swirled around my shaft as he took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length. The sight of him, so willing and eager, nearly undid me.

“God, you’re good at this,” I panted, slowly rocking my hips. “Such a perfect little cocksucker.”

He moaned around me, clearly turned on by the praise. His hands came up to grip my thighs, pulling me closer, encouraging me to thrust deeper. I obliged, picking up the pace, careful not to go too hard.

“That’s it, boy. Just like that,” I encouraged, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. But there were none—only pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Boaz’s enthusiasm was intoxicating. He worked me with skill, alternating between deep-throating and focusing on the sensitive head. The pressure built inside me rapidly, my release approaching far too quickly.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I warned, pulling back. “Don’t want this to end too soon.”

But Boaz, true to his impulsive nature, redoubled his efforts. His eyes locked on mine, full of mischief and desire. I had to take control, or this would be over embarrassingly fast.

“Enough,” I growled, gripping his hair and pulling him off my cock. “What did I say about following instructions?”

Boaz gasped, his lips red and swollen. “Sorry,” he panted, not looking sorry at all. “Got carried away. You taste so fucking good, and I wanted?—”

I yanked him into a sitting position and cut him off with a deep, possessive kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed with lust.

“We’ve got all night,” I reminded him, my voice low and full of promise. “And I intend to take my time with you.”

I shoved him backward and he let himself fall, then scrambled until he was stretched out on my bed again, where he looked way too good.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself over Boaz, and claimed his mouth again. Boaz responded eagerly, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. Our tongues danced, the urgency building with each passing second. I nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from him. He was so responsive, and I loved the sounds he made, not holding back.

His slender body stretched out beneath me, all smooth skin and lean muscle. I ran my hands along his sides, feeling him shiver from my touch.

“Your skin is so soft.” I caught his lips in another bone-melting kiss.

“Dove coconut lotion,” he mumbled, and it took a second to realize he was explaining why his skin was so soft.

I nuzzled his neck, then bit down gently. He arched his back into my touch, a low moan falling from his lips. His chest was hairless, like the rest of him, and I pressed kisses all over that velvet skin. One flick of my thumb and his nipples turned into little pebbles.

I rubbed them between my thumb and index finger until they were rock hard and red and Boaz lay squirming on the bed. I closed my mouth around the right nipple, sucking on it until he whimpered, then biting down. Not hard, but enough to get his attention.

“Ellery,” he moaned. “Jesus, do that again…”

Normally, I would never let someone else tell me what to do in bed, but his request was so pure and born in pleasure that I let it slide. I switched to his other nipple and drove him crazy there.

They tasted so good, those little buds. I could easily see myself falling asleep latched on to one of them—something I loved to do but was rarely able to indulge in. I’d always had an oral fixation.

“Ellery,” he gasped. “Please, I need?—”

“Quiet, boy,” I soothed, pressing kisses around his belly button. “You’re not in charge here.”

“But, Ellery…”

I put my hand across his mouth. “Hush now, or I’ll put a gag in your mouth.”

His eyes widened. “A gag?”

I watched him closely. He liked the idea, judging by his reaction. Good to know. “Yes, so be patient.”

My hand slid down his body, teasing and exploring. When I reached between his legs, Boaz arched into my touch, begging for more. I played with his balls for a bit, loving how they tightened in my hands.

I’d wanted to take it slow, but that was becoming harder and harder. I needed to be inside him, to claim and mark him.

Rolling off him for a moment, I grabbed lube and condoms from my bed stand.

“I don’t need a lot of prep,” Boaz said. “I fuck myself every day with a dildo your size. Just lube your cock and go slow in the beginning. I love the burn, and I can take it.”

I swallowed at the visual his words inspired. Fuck, I wanted to see that sometime. “Okay.”

Boaz bit his lip, looking suddenly shy. “I…we don’t have to use them.” He nudged his head at the condoms. “If you don’t want to, I mean.”

I paused, studying his face. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

“I trust you,” he said, and the honesty in his eyes took my breath away.

Boaz’s words sent a surge of heat through me, but I needed to be sure. “I appreciate that, but let’s talk about this. What’s your status?”

He nodded, words tumbling out in his typical rapid-fire fashion. “I’m negative, I promise. I got tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since. Well, not without protection, anyway. And I’m on PrEP, so there’s that too. I just… I love the feeling, you know? Of cum inside me, or rather, dripping out of me. It’s so fucking hot, and I love it even more when you fuck it out of me only to deposit a new load. I want you to fill me up with your cum, Ellery…”

His openness, the raw desire in his voice, made my cock throb. I groaned, leaning down to kiss him fiercely. “Fuck, Boaz. You can’t say things like that.”

He grinned against my mouth. “Why not? It’s true. I want to feel every inch of you, no barriers.”

I pulled back, searching his eyes. “You’re sure about this?”

“Positive,” he said, then giggled. “Well, not positive-positive. You know what I mean.”

I chuckled at his nervous rambling. “I do. And for the record, I’m negative too. Got tested a couple of months back and haven’t had sex since.”

Relief and desire mingled in his expression. “Then what are you waiting for? I need you inside me, Ellery. Please.”

That “please” undid me. I hurriedly slapped some lube on my cock and positioned myself between his legs, lining up. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Boaz nodded eagerly, his eyes locked on mine. I pushed forward, gasping at the tight heat enveloping me. “Christ, Boaz,” I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust hard and fast.

“Oh god,” Boaz whimpered, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “You feel so good. So fucking big.”

I stilled, giving him time to adjust. The connection between us felt electric, more intense than anything I’d experienced. “You okay?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please, Ellery, I need?—”

I kissed him again, swallowing his moans as I began to move. The sensation was incredible, Boaz’s body gripping me like a vice. I set a steady rhythm, savoring every gasp and whimper I drew from him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmured, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re taking me so well. So perfect for me.”

In response, he opened his legs wider as if inviting me to take all of him. I slammed in hard, knocking the breath right out of him. His eyes crossed and his mouth fell open in a silent plea. I did it again.

The wet slap of skin against skin had always been one of my favorite sounds, but I found another one I loved—Boaz’s breathy little whimpers. They were mesmerizing and addictive, and I wanted more of them.

I growled, feeling a primal urge rise within me. Without warning, I gripped Boaz’s wrists and pinned them above his head, using my weight to hold him down. His eyes widened, pupils dilating with unmistakable arousal.

“Oh god, Ellery, yes!”

The vulnerability in his expression, mixed with raw desire, sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I increased my pace, driving into him with forceful thrusts that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, my lips brushing against his ear. “Like being held down, completely at my mercy.”

Boaz nodded, his words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, I love it. Please, Ellery, don’t stop. I need… I want…”

I silenced him with a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans. The heat between us was indescribable, an inferno of lust and something deeper that I couldn’t quite name.

Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to change things up. In one fluid motion, I flipped Boaz onto his stomach, earning a surprised yelp that morphed into a groan of pleasure. I draped myself over his back, my chest hair rubbing against his smooth skin, and wrapped one hand around his throat.

“This okay?” I murmured, giving him a moment to protest if needed.

Boaz pushed back against me, his voice thick with desire. “God, yes. Please, Ellery, I need it. Need you.”

I tightened my grip, careful not to restrict his breathing, and surged back into him. The new angle had Boaz crying out with each thrust, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I purred, reveling in how he shuddered at my words. “Take it all. You’re so good for me, so perfect.”

Boaz’s body tensed beneath me, his muscles coiling tight as a spring. His breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by increasingly desperate moans. He was close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I growled, increasing my pace. “Just like this, with nothing but my cock inside you?”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!” Boaz cried out, his voice breaking. “I’m so close…”

I shifted my angle, aiming for the spot that would push him over the edge. The change had an immediate effect. Boaz’s entire body went rigid, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I encouraged, maintaining my relentless rhythm. “Let go for me.”

With a final, keening wail, Boaz came undone. His body convulsed beneath me, muscles clenching around me in waves of pleasure. I watched in awe as he rode out his climax, untouched and utterly lost in ecstasy. The sight, combined with the incredible sensation of him tightening around me, nearly pushed me over the edge too.

As Boaz’s tremors subsided, I eased my grip on his throat, pressing gentle kisses along his shoulders. “You’re amazing… So beautiful when you come apart for me.”

Boaz turned his head, seeking my lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. “Please,” he whispered against my mouth. “Want to feel you come inside me.”

His words ignited the fire in me all over again. With a growl, I redoubled my efforts, chasing my own release. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, our mingled groans, and the creaking protest of the bed frame.

“Fuck, Boaz,” I panted, feeling the familiar tightening in my gut. “I’m close, baby. You feel so good, so tight around me.”

Boaz pushed back against me, meeting each thrust. “Fill me up, want to feel you for days.”

That was all it took. With a hoarse shout, I buried myself deep inside him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of intense pleasure. I clung to Boaz, riding out the aftershocks as I emptied myself into his willing body.

As the haze of pleasure lifted, I became aware of the warm, sweaty tangle of limbs we’d become. I carefully withdrew, eliciting a small whimper from Boaz, and collapsed onto the bed beside him. Immediately, he curled into my side, his head resting on my chest.

“That was…” Boaz trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words for once.

I chuckled, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “Yeah, it was.”

We lay there in comfortable silence, our breathing returning to normal. I absently stroked Boaz’s back, marveling at the softness of his skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“You okay?” I asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Boaz’s head.

He nodded against my chest. “More than okay. That was…intense. In the best way possible.”

I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with our recent activities. “Good. I’m glad.”

As we basked in the afterglow, I marveled at how right this felt. Boaz fit perfectly in my arms, as if he belonged there. It was a dangerous thought, one that sent a jolt of both excitement and fear through me.

He didn’t belong here. This was a hookup, a one-time thing.

It had to be.