26. Gabe

CHAPTER 26

GABE

My eyes are locked on Ellis' ass the whole time we rush down the stairs and toward the front door. All I can think about is all my cum sloshing around inside him, held inside by the silicone barrier. When I get him home, I want to replace that plug with my mouth and suck every drop out of him before I fill him up all over again.

Fuck. I'm going to fuck Ellis.

I'm going to do it right this time. I'm going to make it so good, so perfect ? —

I crash into Ellis' back as his hand rips from mine. What the?

Tearing my overeager eyes from Elli's ass, I look up to find seven sets of eyes staring at us with wide, confused gazes.

Oh. Shit.

"Uh. Hey guys."

"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere."

My brain feels empty, more drained than my balls. The best lie is the closest to the truth, so …

"Well, I found him. Had to pull some dude off him."

Eyes move from me to Ellis, who is red from his ears to his exposed navel. "Uh… he was hot?"

Elliot laughs, Ashleigh pats Ellis' arm, Krysta looks confused, and Tripp is burning holes in the side of my head.

"Was it that guy in the suit? He was giving major daddy vibes," Antoni pushes his way to the front of the crowd, moving Ellis away from me. Bless him. How did I ever consider him to be anything less than a saint? He's easily my favorite of Ellis' friends. An absolute treasure, that one. "And you, my little doll, look like you've been thoroughly spanked," he says with an exaggerated eye waggle that earns him a deep red blush from Ellis.

"Okay, whatever, you're a whore. Let's daaaance bitches!" Ivy throws her hands in the air and wiggles her hips before grabbing the tall guy's and Antoni's arms. Antoni pulls Ellis along with them. Okay. Now I hate him again.

"I see Ivy's had a few," Elliot laughs, shouting over the loud bass as we move toward the dance floor, following Ashleigh and Krysta.

"What?"

Elliot shakes his head, then leans in. "I'm surprised to see you here. The way you left had us worried."

I pretend not to hear him again, because I don't have a good response. I need time to come up with a cover story other than I found out your brother was here looking like sex incarnate and couldn't wait until after everyone went to bed to get my hands on him .

Yeah, that probably wouldn't be received well.

We find an empty table near the dance floor to lean on while we watch the girls dance. Well, Elliot watches the girls dance. My eyes are on Ellis .

"He looks like he's having fun," a voice says into my ear. I flinch and look over my shoulder, finding Tripp standing uncomfortably close. I'd forgotten he was here.

He pushes off the table and heads into the crowd, inserting himself into the circle that Ellis and his friends have made. They don't seem to mind, although I notice Ellis cut his eyes over to me a few times. Ashleigh pulls Elliot onto the dance floor when a familiar hip-hop beat replaces the techno club sound they've been playing since we got here, though it's an EDM version of the popular song. I don't hate it, especially when Ellis locks eyes with me while he dances, running his hands over his body. For a moment it's just us in the club, him dancing for me alone, and I have to adjust myself in my pants. Ellis licks his bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth. I bite my lip, wanting to replace his teeth with my own.

The bubble pops when a hand slides around his waist, and he flinches like he forgot he was surrounded by people, too. He snakes out of Tripp's arm, turning around and smacking him playfully on the arm like he'd surprised him. Tripp reaches for him again, bending low to say something in his ear. Ellis smiles, but I can tell from here he isn't interested. Tripp either can't tell or doesn't care and starts trying to dance with Ellis again. Ellis is doing a good job of creating distance every time he closes in, letting Tripp in on the circle his friends have made, but Tripp isn't getting the point and keeps gravitating toward Ellis. I see Ellis push to his tiptoes to tell Tripp something, but Tripp gets the wrong idea. Their mouths crash together, and I'm halfway across the floor before I've made the conscious decision to move.

Ellis pushes Tripp away before I get there. Tripp stumbles right into me, and I turn him around, ready to punch his fucking lights out.

"He's not fucking interested," I say, cocking my fist back .

Ellis' friends intercept, sweeping Tripp away in a flurry of exaggerated dance moves. He and I lock eyes in a stern face-off as he's shuffled away, and Ellis' hand lands on the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. It's too loud to say anything, but he smiles and nods. I can read what he's trying to tell me, that he's okay. He casts one more glance over my shoulder, and then grabs my hand, pulling me deeper into the throng of people.

I don't know the song that's playing. I don't even know what genre it would qualify as. I don't know that I care. What I do know, what I do care about, is the sinful way Ellis' hips move against me. Forgetting that we're in public, smack dab in the middle of hundreds of people, with my best friend and the girl I'm supposed to be interested in not all that far away, I pull Ellis tighter against me. His arms entwine behind my neck, his smaller body curves into mine, and we lose ourselves to it. Grinding to the beat, chasing euphoria, practically dry humping right there on the dance floor.

By the time I come up for air and realize where I am or what I'm doing, we're both coated in sweat. Ellis is hard against me, but seems uncomfortable. Shit. The plug.

"Wanna get out of here?" I ask against his ear, and he nods. I don't know where the others are, but I text the number that Antoni sent the picture from. I thank him and let him know we slipped out.

"Maybe we should wait," I say, stumbling as Ellis pulls me into my room by my shirt.

I said the words, I meant the words, but I still press him against the door the moment it clicks shut, locking the door for good measure. I'm mentally calculating how much time we have before Elliot and Ashleigh figure out we're gone, drop Krysta off at her dorm, and make it back here.

"Who are you, and where is my horny Johnny?"

"Oh, I am right fucking here. But Elliot's going to come back and wonder why we left together, which means he needs to find me in my bed alone when they get home."

"Then I'll leave before they get back."

"I want to take my time with you."

Ellis speaks to me in short words between fevered kisses, fingers working to open my button and zipper. "I've been working myself open for you all night. I've been throbbing with your cum inside me for the past hour because you promised you were going to treat me right. You can't keep putting this off, Gabe."

"I'm not trying to put this off, but?—"

"I'm not fragile. And I want you. I need you. Now, Gabe. Please."

His small hand works magic on my cock, coaxing it from half-mast to steel while my mouth sucks and nips at whatever exposed flesh I can reach. He squirms out of my hold and drops to his knees, placing himself between my body and the door. He takes my cock in his mouth and looks up at me with those electric blue eyes, and I think my heart stops.

"Seeing you look up at me like that is so much better than I ever imagined," I say, groaning as he takes more of me into his mouth, slowly working me up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. "Fuck, Ellis. If you want any chance of me getting inside your ass tonight, you're going to have to stop. I can't… Fuck, that's good."

Jesus, how is he so good at this? I'm seconds away from pounding the back of his head into the door, barely hanging on to the control I desperately need. There are tears st reaming down Ellis' face, drool dripping down my balls, and the added vibration of the way he's moaning as he jerks himself is just another level of Oh My God . "Ellis…" I have to physically pull him off my cock before I come.

Pulling him up to stand, I kneel to help guide his legs out of his jeans while he peels off his mesh shirt. As much as I love seeing him in the jockstrap I gave him, I want him completely bare. I peel the material down his legs, kissing his cock and balls, whispering sweet nothings to them before taking him in my mouth and swiping my tongue around the head. The little drops leaking from his slit are sweet, just like he is.

"Gabe," he rasps. "My ass. Please."

I pull off, giving his cock a few more open-mouthed kisses up the shaft before I stand and lift Ellis into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist, kissing the flavor of his pre-cum from my mouth as I walk us to my bed, stepping out of my jeans and boxer briefs on the way to lay him down on the bed. Staring down at him, I marvel at the perfection that is Ellis, in the way he's trusting me. It didn't escape me that Ellis brought us in here for this, rather than his room. He wants to make a better memory, and I want to give it to him.

Slowly, I pull my shirt over my head and crawl over his body. "Are you okay with leaving the light on?" I ask, my voice husky. He nods in response, blushing. "Good. I want to see you. All of you."

I kiss his lips raw, until he's writhing against me and whimpering. It helps calm my nerves and brings me back to a place where I can let my desire to please him take over rather than overthink this.

Gently, I turn him over on his stomach, kissing down his back to his ass. Spreading his cheeks apart, I watch as his needy hole flexes around the plug. I carefully play with it, turning it, pushing and pulling it in tiny increments, slowly working it out of him. A string of cum hangs off the end, his hole wet with the cream I left inside him.

"Fucking hell, Ellis. You're going to ruin me," I whisper, petting over his sloppy hole with my fingertips before leaning in to kiss the dripping wet pucker.

It's dirty. It's filthy. Probably a little gross. But I've never seen anything sexier in my life than my cum trickling out of Ellis' perfect pink hole.

Who am I kidding? He's already ruined me.

"You're so wet for me, baby. So fucking sexy."

"You're torturing me," he whines, rolling onto his back. Pulling me on top of him, he spreads his thighs wide to accommodate my body. I easily slide one, and then two fingers inside him, feeling him clench around them. Jesus. A third finger is tight but not uncomfortable for him, if his low, throaty moans are anything to go by. I can't decide where to look, wanting to see my fingers disappear in his ass, and wanting to watch his face as I bring him to the edge.

"I'm ready, Gabe. Please. I promise." He pleads like he doesn't think I'll give in to him. But we've established that I'm a selfish bastard. I can't not take him. But I'll do it right this time, at least.

Leaning over to the bedside table, I reach for the bottle of lube I have ready this time. I made sure there's a bottle in my room and his, and one hidden under the bathroom sink for backup. I'll never be unprepared again.

I use more than what's probably necessary, coating my cock and massaging all around his rim with it, adding more until Ellis voices his frustration. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me deeply .

"You're not going to hurt me," he whispers against my lips. "I promise it'll be okay."

He's the one about to take my cock in his tiny hole that I've already split open once, but he's reassuring me. Make it make sense.

Achingly slowly, I line myself up and push inside. Once I've pushed the full crown of my cock through the first ring of muscle, I hold still, searching Ellis' eyes for any signs of discomfort. With a small smile, he tilts his hips, encouraging me further. It's an agonizingly slow process, as I feed my cock into his hole inch by inch in small, incremental thrusts, letting us both accommodate every time I sink a little deeper. Every muscle in my body aches from how tense I am, fighting to control every tiny movement. I try to focus on anything except what it feels like to have my cock inside him. It's impossibly tight and hot, and I feel like it's sucking me in, trying to swallow me whole. It can have me. Fuck .

At just over halfway in, Ellis is breathing differently. A little farther, and his eyes are clenched. I move to pull back, but he locks his ankles behind my back. I have to push back against his hold so he can't force me in faster.

"Don't you dare stop," he says firmly. "I can take it."

"You have to relax, baby. Bear down and let me in," I coax him gently, remembering some of the tips I read about online.

With a slow, deep breath, I feel the tension inside him give away, relaxing so I can sink further inside. As I do, Ellis releases a low, breathy moan. My pelvis locks against his, all the way seated. I lean my forehead against his, taking my own slow, deep breaths.

"You're fucking perfect, Ellis. Everything about you… just… perfect."

I'm starting to wonder if having the lights on was a good idea after all, because being able to look into his eyes as I start to move inside him is doing something to me I can't explain. It feels fucking amazing. Bolts of electricity zip up and down my spine with each slow thrust. But it's more than that. The raw love and trust in his gaze is violent. It cracks my chest open, and I'm bleeding out everywhere. It hurts and I've never been more terrified in my life. But it's also euphoric.

Entire chunks of who I am break off and rearrange to fit a new reality. Crucial parts of me dissolve and evaporate, making the air in the room stifling and humid. Sweat is pouring off both our bodies, and we're sucking in deep lungfuls of thick air. Most of my weight is held up on one elbow, my hand threaded in Ellis' dark hair. My lips are fused to his. My free hand roams everywhere, touching, caressing, kneading his flesh. When I grip one side of his ass, hiking his leg higher on my waist, he gasps.

"Oh, God… Gabe… There…" He pants, and I roll into him gently, the new position pegging his prostate. " Fuuuuck. Gabe! Come with me."

"With you?" I repeat.

"Yes!"

Fuck.

I lose a little of my composure, thrusting into him in short, fast strokes. He cries out with each hit, nails digging into my ass as he encourages me.

"More! Fuck! Yes!"

The sound of his cries, my impassioned grunts, and skin slapping against skin echo through the room as the first pulse of Ellis' orgasm tightens the muscles around my cock. He reaches down and pumps his cock as he shoots thick streams of cum all over his stomach and chest.

"Oh, FUCK! Ellis— Nnnyynng. "

Unintelligible sounds and words escape me. I'm pretty sure there's a declaration of love in there somewhere, possibly a mention of him having my babies. I'm not responsible for whatever comes out of my mouth. All I know is that his ass is clenching around me so hard it almost hurts as I thicken inside him and a brilliant white light flashes behind my eyes. I press our bodies together, rolling us so Ellis is on top, because I can't hold myself up. My eyes roll back, hips thrusting up as dizziness threatens.

"Oh, God," Ellis moans, meeting my upward thrusts with rolls of his hips. My cock hits his prostate hard in this position, and he shouts as his cock spurts a few more times.

When it's over, he collapses on top of me. I hold him tight, overwhelmed with emotional aggression, and I don't want any cum to escape yet.

My hands rub up and down his back and sides, murmuring how perfect he is, how good he felt inside. Eventually, our heart rates slow and breathing returns to normal. I'm a little woozy, but in a love drunk sort of way.

"I know I'm going to have to get up soon, but I don't want to," he mumbles sleepily against my chest.

Reality sets in, and I chance a glance at my alarm clock. It's getting close to the time I thought Elliot might get home, but it could take them longer. We can take a few more minutes.

Once I have my bearings, I slowly and carefully roll us again. Pressing against the backs of Ellis' thighs, I get a good look at my cock inside him, at his hole stretched around me, red and raw. I pull out gently, drawing a hiss from Ellis, and then watch in rapture as the cum trickles out of his gaping hole.

"Jesus Christ, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I could watch my cum drip out of your ass for hours." I watch until he begins to close, desperately wanting to open him back up with my tongue .

"As long as you still love me when I'm covered in stretch marks from carrying your babies," he jokes.

I drop my head to my chest, both amused and embarrassed as I think back on some of what I said.

"Don't sulk," he laughs. "I rather enjoy all the weird, filthy stuff that comes out of your mouth."

"Oh yeah? What about weird, filthy stuff that comes in my mouth?"