He smelled like some grown-up version of aftershave, woodsy, bitter, but clean. My head found a spot at his shoulder, almost on instinct. He slid his thumb over my sleeve, tracing the line of my arm.

  I melted into the warmth, part of me worried I’d drool on his nice shirt. The fatigue didn’t help. My breath evened out. He drew his fingers along my upper arm in soft gentle strokes.

  The TV flickered. My leg pressed against his, my hands on my thighs.

  At some point, I looked up at him. He was already looking at me.

  The eye contact lingered. My pulse stuttered. For half a second, I thought he’d go for it.

  Then he did.

  Kane dipped his head, eyes locked on mine, mouth parted just barely. He kissed me, slow, sure, lingering. His lips were warm, the pressure steady. My breath caught. Electricity sizzled up my throat. My back thumped against the cushions. Kane leaned in, lips glued to mine, devouring me like he hadn’t eaten all day. The pressure ramped up with every heartbeat. I moaned into his mouth, desperate for air but refusing to let go.

  His teeth grazed my lower lip, and his tongue snaked between my lips, hot and wet, demanding. I felt myself melting into him, letting him take what he wanted. The friction of Kane’s body pressed against mine nearly short-circuited my brain.

  His hands traveled up my sides, pushing up the hem of my shirt. Callused palms, rougher than I expected, skimmed along the bare skin of my ribs. He squeezed my waist, then slid his hands around to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him. Our bodies locked full-length, hips grinding together. I gasped. His dick, already rock hard, dug into mine through layers of denim. Every nerve ending in my body went radioactive.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing,” Kane growled, dipping his head to lick along my jaw. Wet heat, then teeth. He sucked the spot beneath my ear, biting lightly. The sound that rumbled in my throat would’ve embarrassed me if I wasn’t so gone.

  “Don’t stop,” I managed, my voice shaking. “God, keep going, please.”

  He chuckled, low and wicked. His next kiss bruised my mouth. “Love hearing you beg,” he said, grinding harder, making sure I felt just how much he wanted me.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair, yanking him closer. The couch creaked under us. He heaved a shaky breath, then kissed lower, trailing down my neck. Hot mouth, then a flick of tongue over my collarbone. He had one hand in my hair, guiding my head back to bare my throat. The other kneaded my ass, squeezing, owning me.

  I was trembling, the hunger rolling through my bloodstream. Our hips jerked together, friction ratcheting up until it hurt, but I didn’t care.

  He shifted to give me room, never breaking the kiss. My fingers slid under his T-shirt, skimming across warm, unyielding muscle. Every inch of him begged to be touched, and I wanted all of it.

  Kane’s mouth descended, sucking my earlobe. I whimpered, stupidly loud.

  “That how you want it, Elijah?” His words buzzed in my ear, filthy and delicious. “Want it hard? Want me to fuck you like you deserve?”

  Clawing at his shoulders, I whimpered. “Yes. Please. Want you.”

  He sat back to rip off his shirt. His muscles were tight and ridged under his tan skin. Every line of his body made my mouth water. Bare to the waist, he was all power and dark hair and hunger.

  I wanted to worship him.

  I wanted to be on my knees.

  Grabbing his face, I dragged him into another kiss, harder this time. Our teeth clacked, the spit slick between us. For a second it was nothing but mouths, hands, and need.

  He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand to his crotch. His cock strained the denim. Hot, thick, alive. I squeezed, feeling his body jump under my fingers. Kane’s eyes rolled back, a groan vibrating against my lips.

  “Knew you’d be good with your hands,” he panted, thrusting into my palm.

  I massaged his erection, palming him through the jeans, relishing the way he gasped and bucked. The hunger in his gaze almost scared me—but not enough to stop.

  My turn.

  I collapsed to my knees on the thick rug, yanking him toward the edge of the couch. Kane let me manhandle him, a lazy grin twisting his mouth as he watched me work the button of his fly.

  “I could get used to this view,” he rumbled, dropping a hand to the back of my neck. He caressed there, the touch weirdly tender.

  I popped the snap, dragging his zipper down slow. His cock bulged against black briefs, already leaking through the fabric. I mouthed him there, tasting the heat, breathing in the scent of him. Kane’s hips jerked up, his fingers threading into my hair.

  He was noisy. Growling, grunting, muttering my name under his breath. I loved it.

  His dick sprang free when I tugged down the waistband, bobbing thick and angry in front of me. I wrapped my fist around the shaft, rolling my tongue over the tip, catching the droplet of pre-cum that had already pooled there. Salty-sweet, totally him.

  I let my tongue swirl over the head, then licked down the length, savoring every ridge and vein. His cock throbbed in my grip.

  Kane’s thighs tensed, his muscles jumping as I tongued the sensitive spot underneath the crown. “God, Elijah. Your mouth’s perfect.”

  I hollowed my cheeks and slid down, taking him as deep as I could. Gagged a little, then did it again, wanting to hear him lose control.

  He did. “Shit, that’s it, fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hips punching up. “Fuck, Elijah, you’re gonna make me come.”

  My free hand fondled his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in my palm. I slurped and bobbed, letting spit run down my chin, loving how filthy and wild I felt.

  Spreading his knees, he exposed himself shamelessly. “Knew you’d be a fucking pro at this,” he moaned. “God, look at you. Take it. Yeah. Just like that.”

  His hand clamped down on my hair, guiding me, but never forcing. I wanted him to use me.

  I milked his dick, up and down, tongue lapping at the leaking slit. Moaned around his cock, sucking hard, wanting every drop he could give me.

  Kane panted, helpless. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” he gritted. “Want you so bad, Eli. Want to fuck you. Want to make you scream.”

  I popped off, saliva connecting from my lips to his cock, then licked up the shaft, mouthing his balls. “You will,” I promised, voice shredded with lust.

  He shivered, then almost collapsed onto the couch, breathing ragged.

  I went back to work, swallowing his dick between my lips, basking in the obscene wet noise of it, the salty taste, the frantic way he fucked into my face.

  He throbbed, pulsing, leaking more. I could sense he was close.

  But I wasn’t letting him come, not yet. I slowed, let go, licking a stripe from root to tip. “Need you inside me,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Can’t wait.”

  His hands shook as he grabbed my arms, dragging me to my feet then shoving me onto the couch. Kane blanketed me, pinning me with his weight. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, possessive, devouring the taste of himself from my lips.

  His hand scrabbled at my belt, undoing it in seconds, yanking my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh.

  My erection snapped up, flushed and leaking. Kane growled, grabbed it, and stroked me. Wet, hard, perfect.

  His other hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he bit down on my shoulder. I arched into him, moaning, letting him do whatever he wanted.

  “Been thinking about this since that first night,” he rasped out against my neck. “Wanted to see you like this, fucked out, desperate for my dick.”

  “God, you have no idea,” I gasped. “I’m dying for it.”

  He squeezed my cock, then let go, dropping to his knees. Without warning, he buried his mouth, inhaling my dick like he’d die without it.

  Heat exploded up my body. The way Kane sucked was wild. No hesitation, just pure filthy hunger. He licked and bobbed, tongue swirling, never letting up on the pressure.

  My hand gripped his head, urging him deeper. I couldn’t stop the needy, helpless noises spilling out of me.

  He only let me have it for a minute. Then he reared up, eyes glazed, and spun me to my belly on the couch, yanking my jeans down to my ankles.

  Cold air hit my ass, followed by his big palm. He squeezed, kneading my cheeks, spreading them apart.

  Kane groaned, filthy. “Look at this. Fuck, Elijah, your ass is gorgeous. Bet you’ll take my cock so well. Beg me for it.”

  I whimpered, desperate. “Please. Want it. Want you.”

  He spit on his fingers, then reached somewhere for a bottle. I heard the lube cap pop, then slick fingers probed at my hole.

  Kane was patient. He worked a finger inside, twisting slow, opening me up. The stretch burned, but the lube made it glide. He wriggled deeper, pumping in and out, getting me wetter, hungrier.

  His mouth worked its way down my back, peppering kisses along my spine. He nipped my lower back, then tongued along the curve of my ass.

  Then he spread me open and licked my hole. My brain nearly shut down.

  I moaned, everything in me going molten. Kane rimmed me mercilessly, tongue flicking in and out, wet and blunt, lapping up the lube and spit.

  “You’re delicious,” he growled, voice shredded. “Could eat you out all night.”

  I couldn’t answer. Every thought dissolved under the sensation of his tongue squirming inside me. I bucked, helpless, hips rutting against the couch.

  He went back to his fingers, adding a second, scissoring me open, stretching me. Every time I gasped or whimpered he moaned back, like we were feeding on each other’s noises.

  My hole burned and throbbed, but my body wanted more.

  I pushed back on his hand, needing him deeper.

  He obliged, sliding a third finger in, this time pumping harder. I jerked, sweat prickling everywhere.

  “Ready?” he whispered, voice so low I barely heard it.

  Wordless, I nodded, burying my face in the throw pillow.

  I heard the condom wrapper, the wet sound of him slicking up, rubbing the head of his cock against my hole.

  He lined up and pushed in, slow, stretching me inch by inch. The burn made my toes curl, but Kane’s hands soothed me, roaming my back, caressing my hips, grounding me in his touch.

  He went slow, careful not to hurt.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, sinking deeper.

  I gasped, clutching the edge of the couch. My hole ached, then clenched around him, greedily sucking him in.

  Kane rocked, feeding me more cock every thrust until finally his hips slapped my ass and he bottomed out.

  He stilled, both of us panting, sweat slick along our spines.

  My pulse thundered. His cock throbbed deep inside, stretching me beyond full.

  He drew out then slammed back in. The angle shot fireworks behind my eyes. I yelped, but he just groaned, holding my hips steady and fucking me deeper.

  “Look at you, Elijah. Taking it like you were made for my dick,” he growled, slamming in again. “So fucking pretty. So hot when you moan.”

  I couldn’t stop. Every time he pounded into me I made another broken sound. The friction, the stretch, the pure need. It obliterated everything but the drive to come.

  He leaned over my back, bracketing me with his arms, kissing my neck, biting my ear, fucking me slow and deep.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispered, voice thick. “So good. I wanna make you come just like this.”

  I shoved my ass up, greedy for every thrust. He rewarded me by fucking harder, hips snapping against my ass, each stroke setting me on fire.

  His hand slid underneath, found my cock, and started stroking. Rough, but perfect. He matched every thrust with a tight pump of his fist.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, breath hot against my ear. “Want to feel you fuck my hand while I’m inside you.”

  His dirty talk pushed me right to the edge.

  It was too much. The next time Kane’s cock slammed against my prostate I lost it. My orgasm exploded through me, pleasure detonating.

  I didn’t hold back. Pressure spiked, and I spilled over his fist, all sensation and desperate pleasure.

  That set him off. Kane fucked me faster, hips slapping against my ass, losing control. Heat and urgency poured off him. Then he buried himself deep, body shuddering, cursing as he came inside me.

  Afterwards, he didn’t pull away. He just lay on top of me, hot breath fanning my shoulder, hands gently rubbing my hips.

  “Damn,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “You’re perfect.”

  I laughed, delirious and happy. “You keep saying that.”

  “Because it’s true.”

  He rolled us, pulling me close, holding me against his chest. I could still feel him inside me, softening, but I liked the connection, the way he didn’t want to let go.

  His hand stroked my hair, then trailed down my back, just enough to ground me, to help me drift down from the high.

  We lay tangled together, sweat cooling, hearts thumping in time. My eyelids slid closed. I was boneless.

  Kane gathered me close and kissed my temple. “So amazingly perfect,” he whispered.

  A smile tugged at my lips as I fell asleep in his arms.

  THE END

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