Chapter Thirty-Three
Zeke Alvarez
Pillow-soft warmth surrounds me, a light breeze hitting my face as I fight to stay in this serene in-between space of awake and asleep. My body is calm; every muscle relaxed, my head clear. The softest of touches caressing my skin; my shoulders, my chest, my stomach. Feather-light brushes all down my legs, across my feet. Pressure that builds and builds, zaps of pleasure soaring through my body.
My chest rumbles with a groan as the pressure moves up, up, up until hot puffs of air surround my groin, desire bursting in my chest until I think I might explode. A warm heat envelops me, rapture taking over, and I can’t keep my eyes closed any longer.
Peeling them open, the morning sun pours in through the window that’s slightly open, my eyes squinting at the sheer brightness. They adjust quickly, and as I glance down, I’m blessed with such a glorious sight—Elias kneeling between my spread thighs, plump, pink lips stretched wide around my length, pale green eyes peering up at me beneath his lashes. His head bobs up and down, hair mussed up from sleep.
Images of last night flash through my mind, but I only allow the pleasant ones to make an appearance; being here with Elias. Him somehow knowing exactly what I needed and giving it to me, wholly.
And now… the way his hand is wrapped so tightly around my shaft, fingers barely touching, his lips closed around just the tip. He sucks on it like his favorite brand of lollipop while his hand jerks me slow, then fast, alternating speeds.
He’s hard. But he’s not touching himself. No… his focus is on me.
Gathering some of his spit that’s pooling at the base of my cock and on my balls, his fingers dance ever so cautiously behind my nuts and across my taint, similarly to what he did last night.
Elias watches me. Making sure I’m okay with where he’s going. What he’s about to do. My pulse starts to race as I watch him sink lower on my dick. He takes the whole thing in his mouth, throat constricting around the crown, while he breaches the muscle, finger now inside my body—for what is now the second time anything has ever been in there.
He handles me with such gentle ease as if the roles were reversed and I was this tiny little thing and he, the giant. My chest swells, body warming as he sinks a little farther, crooking his finger like he did last night. Hitting that spot that makes me dizzy, I throw my head back, neck extended as I sigh, pleasure ricocheting through my body.
He teases a second finger, my heart really pounding now. The moment he sinks back in with both, he pulls off my cock, glancing up at me tentatively.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice still thick with sleep, even though I’m sure he’s been awake for some time now.
I nod, words escaping me.
Plush lips press down gently on the tender skin of my inner thigh before he takes me into his mouth again. Fingers withdrawn; he messes with something in front of him that I can’t quite see. I hear the distinct flick of a cap opening.Lube.
Whatever it is he’s messing with, he’s able to do it all without removing me from his mouth. Finally, he pulls off, letting me see what’s in his hands: a thin, long, black toy. It looks like a vibrator, and it’s slick with the lube he was just messing with. It’s no thicker than his finger, but when he brings it to my hole, I suck in a deep, shaky breath anyway.
Much to my surprise, it slides in with ease, the burn that was originally there last night, not there now. Once he seems pleased with its placement, he grabs something from the other side of my leg; a remote of some sort, pressing a button.
Itisa vibrator.
“Fuck,” I moan as it hits all the right places inside me. Elias breathes out a small chuckle before opening the lube again and squirting some into his hand. He wraps the now slick palm around my length, lathering it up.
“Can I ask you something?” The question comes out soft. He’s peering up at me beneath his lashes, and right about now, he could ask me to rob a bank for him, and I’d gladly oblige if it meant I got to keep his eyes and hands on me the way they are.
“Anything,” I reply honestly.
A splash of pink floods his cheeks as he bites down on his lip.He’s nervous.“Can you…” Elias drags in a deep breath before blowing it out, seemingly finding his resolve. “Can you please tell me what happened the night I was arrested? What I said to you.”
That’s not even in the realm of what I thought he was going to say. My eyes widen before I can catch them, and he must notice because he sighs.
“Please? That night is such a blur, and it’s driving me crazy not knowing.”
A chuckle rumbles from my chest. His eyes narrow on me as he squeezes my cock that’s still held in his slick fist.
“Okay, okay,” I grumble. “I’ll tell you, but be nice to Zeke Jr.”
Elias nods, climbing on top of me, and lining himself up. He goes to sink down, but my hands fly to his hips to stop him. “Prep,” is all I say.
He shakes his head. “Did it before you woke up. I’m good to go.” Then, he impales himself on my length. All the while, the toy is vibrating inside of me. The sensation is otherworldly, having it from both ends.
Elias’s eyes fall closed for a moment as he allows himself time to adjust. Slowly, he begins to move. Up, down… up, down. Hands, open and splayed, rest on my pecs as he raises himself almost all the way off me before sinking down again.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Tell me.”
