Chapter 12

Eli

I stilled my hand when Mav shifted beneath my touch, but when he didn't wake up, I continued letting my fingers trace one of the snake tattoos that ran the length of his back. When I'd seen them the first time, I hadn't been sure how far past the waistband of his pants the tattoos went, but now that Mav was lying face down on the bed, the comforter kicked down past his ass, I had my answer. Each snake's tail was curved around the globes of Mav's gorgeous backside and like the tattoo on his chest, the artistry was so flawless that it looked like the snakes could come to life at any moment.

We'd both fallen asleep with the lights still on after Mav had finally been forced to withdraw from me so he could get rid of the condom. He'd ended up having to clean me up with a washcloth and maneuver me under the covers because I'd been completely useless after the earth-shattering orgasm that had left me utterly drained. Though I suspected much of that had had to do with the intense emotions I'd been dealing with as Mav had made love to me. I wasn't sure if he saw what we'd done as making love, but it was the only way I could describe what had happened between us. I'd been fucked plenty of times and while I'd never enjoyed it, a couple of my customers had actually been gentle with me…one had even wh ispered that he loved me as he'd been fucking me. But I'd never been foolish enough to believe the act had anything to do with love. In my mind, fucking had always been about one guy using another to get off and nothing more. But what had happened between me and Mav…it was so much more than that.

It had to be. The things I'd seen in Mav's eyes as we'd become one couldn't be faked.

Could they?

"Don't."

The whispered word had me looking up from Mav's back to see he'd turned his head so he was facing in my direction.

"Don't what?" I asked as I automatically removed my hand from his back.

Mav reached out with his right hand and gently tugged my lip free of the hold I had on it with my teeth. I hadn't even realized I'd reverted to the habit at some point.

"Don't think about whatever has you so worried," he murmured. He reached for my hand and put it back on his back. "Don't stop that either," he added. "Feels good."

I smiled and let my nails gently rake over his back. My fingers caught on some scratches in the middle of his back and I realized I'd been the one to put them there.

"Those felt good too," Mav whispered and I glanced up to see him with a happy smirk on his face.

I held his gaze for a moment before I leaned down and brushed my lips over each scratch. When I lifted, I continued exploring the tattoo. He shivered as I massaged him lightly with my fingers.

"Do they have some special meaning to you?" I asked as I motioned to the tattoos.

Mav curled his arms under the pillow. I hated that his eyes darkened and that he shifted them away from me.

"Some Native American cultures revere snakes, but most hate and fear them. My grandfather believed them to be evil spirits. As soon as I could afford it, they were the first tattoos I got."

"Why two?" I asked.

"Because I'm what's known as a Winkte…Two Spirit. "

I stilled my hand and looked at him. "Two Spirit?"

"Someone who has both masculine and feminine spirits."

"Because you're gay," I ventured.

Mav nodded. "Two Spirits are also revered in some cultures. They're believed to be gifted by the Creator to view the world from two perspectives."

"But not yours," I said in understanding.

"My grandfather believed in the cultural definition that Winktes are non-men." Mav's voice was casual and light, but I didn't miss the hint of bitterness beneath the words. "Two spirits, two snakes, two ways to say fuck you," he said simply.

"And the phoenix?" I asked as I let my hand drift lower until I was caressing his ass. Mav closed his eyes and sucked in a breath.

"Had it done five years ago."

"What ashes were you rising from?" I asked as I slid my finger over Mav's crease.

Mav didn't answer until I stopped moving my hand. His eyes opened and he watched me for a long time before saying, "The kind that burn you over and over again."

I nodded in understanding because I didn't need specifics. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I resumed my caress and shivered when Mav kept his eyes on me. I had planned on just exploring Mav's perfect body, but the more I touched him, the more my need began to flare to life deep inside of me. "Turn over," I said softly as I pulled my hand back. Mav's glittering green eyes held mine as he did what I told him. I wasn't surprised to see that he was hard as a rock. I ignored his cock and dropped my lips to skim over the tattoo. I traced the outline of it with my tongue, but when I reached one of his nipples, I couldn't resist the urge to taste it. Mav let out a little growl so I did it again and then gently nipped the sensitive flesh. I felt Mav's fingers wind through my hair as he held me in place, but he didn't resist when I moved my attention to his other nipple.

I took my time working my way to Mav's dick and by the time I got there, a small pool of pre-cum had formed around his navel. I licked the surprisingly sweet fluid up and then ran my tongue down the length of his shaft. I hadn't expected to like the taste of pre-cum, but just like with Mav's cum, I was finding myself quickly becoming addicted to his unique flavor.

As I explored Mav's cock, his hand left my head and I nearly jumped when it closed over my ass. He squeezed gently and then began massaging me. I enjoyed his touch for a few seconds before I returned my attention to his dick. The proof of how turned on he was continued to leak from the head and I eagerly lapped it up before I sucked the entire crown into my mouth. I was rewarded with hard fingers curling around one of my ass cheeks. I moaned around Mav's cock which had him shoving his hips upwards. I captured the base of his dick with one hand to keep him from burying himself down my throat and continued to torture him with light licks and short sucks that wouldn't be enough to actually get him off. The only problem was, he was teasing my ass in much the same way because his fingers had made their way to my opening, but weren't doing more than pressing against it for a mere second or two before running up and down my crease.

I quickly understood the game because the more pressure I added to Mav's dick, the more I was rewarded with longer touches. And when I finally deep throated Mav, a slick finger was pushed deep inside of me. While I had started off in control of our encounter, I realized quickly that the tables had been turned on me and I was the one desperate for more as I began impaling myself on Mav's finger even as I tried to maintain the intense suction that was causing my cheeks to ache. But when Mav began striking my prostate, I pulled off of him and quickly said, "Don't make me come yet," before I dropped back down on him. As badly as I needed to get off, it wasn't a finger I wanted jammed deep inside my ass when that happened.

Mav teased me a bit more with subtle touches over my gland, but not enough to make me go off like I had just a couple hours ago when he'd touched me there for the first time. I was about to protest when Mav's finger slipped free of my body, but when I felt him grabbing my hips and maneuvering me into a new position, I eagerly continued showering his swollen, leaking cock with the attention it wanted. Mav continued to move me until I was straddling his upper body, my ass nearly riding his face. I had a split second to process what was happening when his big hands split me open, and with the first swipe of his tongue over my hole, I was already shaking with excitement. I forgot all about Mav's cock as I ground my ass against his seeking tongue and when I felt it push into me, I let out a rough shout. I grabbed my cock and began stroking it as I rode Mav's mouth. By the time his tongue left my body and his mouth began gently suckling my hole, I was beyond desperate for relief and I quickly snatched the bottle of lube off the nightstand. In one swift move I had Mav's dick lubed up and was turning around.

"Eli-" he began to say, but I cut him off with a hard kiss. My body was so tight with need that I could think of nothing else as I reached around my ass and found Mav's cock. I lifted my mouth from Mav's long enough to rise up and lower myself down onto his stiff length.

"Eli…Fuck!" Mav shouted as my body began taking him in inch by agonizingly slow inch. The pressure and burn had me seeing stars and needing more so I lifted just a little before dropping down hard, taking several more inches in all at once. Mav's fingers bit into my thighs and his head was pressed back against the pillow, eyes closed, mouth parted as grunts escaped his lips.

I finally stopped moving when he was buried all the way inside of me, but it wasn't until Mav whispered, "Eli, we need a condom," that I realized why it felt so much different this time around. I should have been horrified at my own irresponsible actions, but the feel of Mav's hot, bare skin massaging my inner walls was just too good and I didn't give a fuck. I lifted up and dropped back down on him several times before I lowered my upper body and kissed him hard.

"I'm sorry," I breathed between kisses. "It's so good, Mav," I managed to get out. "I need it like this. I've been tested and I'm negative," I added. "I swear."

Mav's hands were gripping my ass hard enough that I knew I'd have bruises, but he wasn't trying to stop me as my hips began rolling back and forth over him. No, he was urging the motion on.

"Me too," he growled.

I took that to mean he'd tested negative too, but I knew it wasn't the only thing I needed to hear. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked and I forced my body to stop moving so I could give him the time he needed to think. I knew being bare inside of me might mean something to Mav beyond the protocols of just responsible sex. It sure as hell meant a lot more to me, but just because I wanted something more with this man, didn't mean I had the right to expect him to give it to me.

"No," Mav said as he shook his head. He opened his eyes and shook his head again. "Don't stop," he whispered.

Relief coursed through me and I began moving again even as I gently kissed him. I rocked back and forth on him several times before I straightened my body and then began lifting up and down. Mav helped me by holding my hips, but he went a step further and began thrusting up into me every time I lowered myself. The coil of need grew and grew as his hot flesh thickened even more inside of me. One of Mav's hands began jerking me off, but it didn't last long because Mav suddenly snarled and lifted me completely off of him. In one swift move, he shoved me face first down on the bed and then yanked my hips up. He drove into me with one plunge and began fucking me so hard, my entire body began sliding up the bed. I tried to get purchase with my hands, but even as I fisted them in the bedding, Mav pressed all of his weight down on me and began ramming into me. His body kept mine from moving so I could only lay there and take it.

And I fucking loved it.

It was raw and brutal and so primal that it felt animalistic. I should have been frightened by how rough the act had become, but I wasn't. Because even as Mav rutted into me, his mouth was seeking mine out and his lush tongue was sliding over mine. Between kisses he was saying my name. His arm was wrapped around my neck, holding my head up so he could access my mouth more easily and when he wasn't kissing me, I heard and felt his grunts of pleasure even as my ass began to burn. The pleasure/pain sent me to a whole other level and I began begging Mav for even more as my orgasm began to crawl up my spine.

I climbed so high and so fast that I actually began to fear what would happen when I fell, but when I whispered Mav's name, he licked the shell of my ear and said, "Let go, baby. I'll catch you." Then he changed the angle of his hips just a little and as soon as his cock slid over my prostate, I came. The climax was so intense that I let out a harsh scream and then bit down on Mav's forearm which was still holding me in place. Mav shouted in my ear and shoved into me hard as hot liquid began to fill me up. The burn of his release caused tears to streak down my face as another round of pleasure swept through me. Every time Mav humped into me, I felt another ripple of electricity fire throughout my entire body and more heat coated my insides. And through it all, Mav was right there in my ear telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt. By the time our orgasms had subsided, Mav was still buried deep inside of me and he was kissing the back of my neck as I lay beneath him, too exhausted to do anything except revel in the knowledge that a part of him would stay with me long after he was forced to leave me.