Always Eli by Charlie Novak

Chapter Fourteen

Tristan

I letEli lead me upstairs. I was worried this might all be a dream, and any second the bubble was going to burst.

I still hadn’t processed the idea of him being my boyfriend, and I knew I had questions for him. But they could wait. Everything could wait. Right now, there was only one thing I wanted.

Directing Eli to my bedroom, he gently pulled me across the threshold before letting go of my hand to shut the door behind us. A few scraps of pale, afternoon sunlight shone through the window, but they were soon covered up by a thick cloud. I wondered if I should pull the curtains closed just in case anyone saw us.

Eli’s hands gripped my hips from behind, and I started slightly. He chuckled. “What are you thinking about?”

“Not much,” I said. “Just wondering if I should close the curtains.”

“You can if you want, baby, if it would make you feel more comfortable. But you’re going to be spending all your time on the bed.” I heard the smile in his voice. “Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about?”

One hand reached around my hip, teasing the edge of my cock through the stiff fabric of my jeans. I moaned and nodded. “Yes. Please. I want to know.”

“I’ve been thinking about slowly stripping you naked, making you do a little twirl for me in the middle of the floor so I can see just how beautiful every inch of you is.” His voice was smoky and sweet, laced with heat and fire. “I want to watch you kneel in front of me while I pull out my hard cock and feed it to you, slowly fucking your face and seeing how much you can take before you choke. Letting you catch your breath before you take more.” I groaned, forcing myself to hold still as Eli stroked my cock harder. “I want to paint your face with my cum and then feed it to you so you know you’re mine. I know you’d look so pretty with cum dripping down your cheeks.”

“What else?” I asked, forcing the words out because I had to know more.

“I want to lay you out on the bed and kiss every inch of you, sucking your nipples, teasing your cock, sucking marks into your thighs and making you spread them wide so I can play with your perfect ass.” His other hand squeezed my ass cheek then spanked it, and I gasped. “I want to lick your hole until you’re dripping and squirming, begging for me to fuck you. But I won’t. Not yet. I’ll just slide one finger into you and play with you until you beg for more. I’ll edge you over and over until you can’t think about anything but me and how much you need me to let you come. And then, if you’re very good, I’ll let you.”

His hand gripped my cock almost painfully, and I groaned. “Y-yes, I want that.”

“How much?”

“So much.” I twisted my head, looking for his because I needed to feel his mouth on mine again. “Have… have you thought about fucking me?”

Eli chuckled, the sound sending shivers rippling across my skin. “Of course.” He tilted his head up and kissed me. I was desperate, but Eli’s mouth was controlling and firm. “I’ve thought about fucking you slowly, sliding inside your tight little hole and teasing you with my cock. Making you ride me and bounce on my dick, getting me off and making me come inside you.” I groaned. Eli’s fingers resumed their maddeningly slow stroking of my dick through my jeans. “But you’d have to keep your hands to yourself. You’d only be able to come if I let you.”

Oh God, that was hotter than I’d ever anticipated it being. I’d thought about it before, once or twice, but I’d never considered suggesting it to anyone. And yet there was Eli, casually strolling into my bedroom with my darkest desires rolling off his tongue. My cock throbbed at the idea.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes. I… I’d never… I’ve never…”

“You’ve never told anyone that before?” his voice was gentle, but he hadn’t let up stroking my cock. I couldn’t think let alone focus long enough to string a coherent sentence together. But yes or no questions I could do.

“No.”

“Would you like it if we did that? If sometimes you could only come when I let you.”

“Yes.”

Eli hummed under his breath. “I’ll remember that. We can talk about it later.” He kissed the back of my neck. “Will you strip for me please? I want to see what you look like under here.” He squeezed my cock again, then released me. I felt him step away from me, and I mourned the sudden loss of contact.

“Tristan,” Eli said, firmer this time. “I don’t like waiting for what I want.”

I jumped, not realising I’d been staring off into space. I turned to see Eli grinning, his arms folded across his chest. He’d lost the denim jacket and had draped it across the armchair in the corner. He was wearing another loose, dark tank top which meant I could see his broad shoulders and tanned arms. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers across his skin. I was taller than Eli, but I suspected he was stronger, and that opened up some delicious possibilities.

“Sorry,” I said. “I was, er, thinking.” I walked over to the curtains and pulled them closed, then I began to unbutton my shirt, my fingers fumbling over the tiny, blue buttons. It took me far longer than anticipated to get it undone, the burning heat of Eli’s gaze distracting me at every turn.

“What were you thinking about?” Eli asked.

“What you said.” I pulled my shirt off and moved to place it on the chair. Eli watched me carefully.

“Very nice. Now the jeans. Are you wearing underwear?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Leave it on. I want to take that off.”

I reached for the button on my jeans, very glad I hadn’t bothered putting on a belt or chosen ones with a button fly. It meant I only had one button to contend with. I pushed them off over my thighs, stepping out of them and adding them to the chair.

“Good boy,” Eli said. “Come and stand here.” He pointed at a spot on the carpet just in front of him. I did as I was told. My heart was racing, and my cock was straining against the fabric of my boxers. I was nought-point-two seconds away from begging for something… anything… and Eli had barely touched me. If this was what it was going to be like every time we were together, I was going to be dead in the next six months from anticipation.

I’d always thought I was a patient person. Current circumstances were proving otherwise.

Eli walked forward, reaching his hand out to stroke my chest. He ran his fingers down my stomach, then trailed his hand around my waist as he moved around me. “You’re very fucking sexy,” he said when he returned to stand in front of me. “You have a beautiful body.”

I opened my mouth to politely disagree. My body was on the nice side of average at best. I could do with getting some more exercise and not relying on the genetics I’d been gifted to keep me in shape.

Eli raised an eyebrow. “No arguing. You’re beautiful. Accept the compliment, and say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Good boy.”

He reached for the waistband of my boxers. “I don’t want you in these anymore.” He tugged them gently, pulling them over my cock and down my thighs, tapping my leg to make me step out of them. He placed my underwear on the chair, and I was astounded by his control. “Gorgeous,” he said. “You have a nice cock.”

“Thank you.” I couldn’t stop my voice from shaking, especially when Eli stepped closer. His finger ghosted over the head of my dick, making my breath catch in my throat. Eli smirked.

“You’re so good, Tristan,” he said. It sounded like it should be a good thing, but the mischievous look on his face said otherwise. I bit back a moan as he sank to his knees in front of me, still dressed in his jeans and tank top, although he’d kicked off his shoes. “Second rule. If you want me to stop at any point, for any reason, say red. If you want me to slow down or you’re unsure, say yellow. And if I ask you if you’re okay and you’re happy and want to keep going, say green. I’ll ask for your colour periodically, and you must always be honest with me. I’ll never be upset with you if you say red or yellow. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good boy.” He stroked my thigh, then winked at me. “You’re still not allowed to come until I say so.”

I opened my mouth, but the question I’d been going to ask was lost to space and time as Eli leant forward and brushed his tongue across my leaking slit. I gasped, my hips threatening to buck forward, seeking the warm, wet heat of his mouth. But Eli’s hand on my thigh kept me in place, stroking up and down and grounding me. Reminding me to do as I was told.

I wasn’t allowed to come. Not yet. I wasn’t… Fuck!

Eli wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock and sucked. I moaned, the sound morphing into a whine as Eli pulled off a second later. I glanced down to see his dark eyes looking up at me, full of desire.

“Would you like more?” he asked.

I nodded, my head moving so fast it almost made me dizzy. “Please. I need more. Please, Eli.” He rewarded me by returning his mouth to my dick, but it barely lasted a fraction longer than the last time. “No! Please. Don’t stop.”

Eli chuckled, the sound melting my insides. “You seem to have forgotten I’m in charge here. You’re just my pretty plaything.” He ran his finger up the underside of my cock. “Unless you want to stop?”

“No!” I didn’t want that at all. Fuck, Eli could play with me for as long as he wanted. Being the focus of his attention, taking whatever he gave me, was doing ridiculous things to my chest and my mind. I never wanted him to stop. “Please don’t.”

I never wanted Eli to stop touching me the way he was… looking at me the way he was…

Like I was special. Important. Precious.

Like I meant something to him.

“Then you’re going to be good for me and let me play with your cock.” He stroked my thigh again, and I felt the muscle twitch under his touch. “But first, you’re going to lie down. On the bed, on your back with your head on the pillows and your hands wherever they’re comfortable. You may not touch yourself though. What’s your colour, Tristan?”

The sudden use of my name pulled me up short. I smiled at him. “I’m green. Very green.”

“Thank you.” He rose to his feet and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Lie down for me. I want you to be comfortable.”

“That sounds ominous,” I said.

Eli chuckled. “It might be.” He put his hand on the small of my back and gave me a gentle nudge towards the bed. “Would you like me to tell you what I’m going to do to you?”

I thought for a second as I climbed onto the bed, stacking the pillows in the middle and making myself comfortable. “No,” I said. “I’d like it to be a surprise this time.” I trusted Eli to take care of me. And this was already turning into the best sexual encounter of my life. Which at thirty-two years old might have been considered sad.

Maybe I just hadn’t been having the right kind of sex. Or the right kind of sex for me.

“Okay,” Eli said. He pulled off his tank top and draped it across the chair with his jacket, then followed it with his jeans. His underwear was black and very close fitting. I swallowed hard, realising I could see the outline of his cock in perfect detail. God, I wanted it inside me.

Eli moved around the side of the bed. “Where is your lube? I’m not going to fuck you, but lube makes everything better.”

“Er, it’s in the drawer over there.” I pointed at the large chest of drawers on the other side of the bed. “In the top drawer with my underwear.”

I didn’t use it that often, so I knew the bottle was nearly full. Eli moved around the bed to fish it out, humming to himself as he looked inside the drawer. “Do you have any toys?”

“No.” I shook my head and stared up at the ceiling. My sex life matched the rest of my life—quiet and boring. “I’ve thought about getting one,” I continued, still not looking at Eli. “But I never got around to it. I wasn’t really sure what to get…”

“We’ll have to rectify that,” Eli said. “Don’t worry. I have some ideas for you.”

I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to do that, but somehow I didn’t think Eli would believe me. He seemed to be able to see right through me, down to the little details and secrets I kept hidden from everyone else. Even myself.

The bed dipped as he slid onto the mattress next to me. His hand traced slowly up my thigh again, and I relaxed under his touch. My cock twitched needily as Eli’s fingers skirted around it and down my other thigh. I knew he was going to keep teasing me, and the thought had desperate want surging under my skin.

The bottle of lube clicked when Eli opened it, and I glanced over to see him drizzling some onto his fingers. He smiled at me, soft and hungry.

“Remind me, Tristan. What are you not allowed to do?”

“I’m not allowed to come.”

“Good boy.”

Those words echoed around in my head as Eli took me apart.

Time stretched out, slowing to the most perfect crawl. I couldn’t focus on anything except Eli’s voice, the touch of his hands, and the occasional heat of his mouth. His fingers teased my cock, wrapping around it and pumping it slowly, thumbing his head over the slit until I was breathless and gasping and so close to the edge. Then he let go and sat back while I moaned and whined, writhing on the bed. My cock was red and aching, and I wanted to come, but I already knew Eli wasn’t going to make it easy.

Eli seemed to know just how to play with my body to get the reaction he wanted, and when my potential orgasm had subsided, he began again. He rolled my balls in his hands, skimming a finger down my taint while his other hand stroked my cock in a loose grip. I spread my legs wide, desperate for Eli to give me more. He chuckled again and moved so I could bend my knees with my feet on the bed, laying myself out in front of him.

He stroked my cock slowly, his fingers trailing up and down my thighs, my taint, and my balls. He leant forward to press a couple of kisses to my heated skin, and I gasped. My whole body felt electrified and on edge.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Eli.”

“Please what? What do you want?”

I knew I couldn’t ask to come, but there were so many other things I wanted. I just had to find the words to ask for them. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Eli said, tightening his fist around my cock for a second to prove his point. I moaned, my head twisting in the pillows.

“Please. I want…” I gasped, panting for air as he began to jack my dick again, rolling my balls in his hand. I already felt my orgasm starting to build again, but I knew I wasn’t going to be allowed over the edge. “Oh God, Eli.”

Eli took his hands off me again, sitting back on the bed and gently stroking my calf. “Good boy, Tristan. You’re doing so well for me. Such a good boy for me, baby.”

“P-please,” I said, knowing I was begging. “Please, Eli. I need it.”

“Need what?”

To fucking come wasn’t going to get me anything, except maybe more edging. I tried to think, but my brain had already shut down. Cognitive reasoning was going to have to wait until later. I lifted my head up an inch, gazing down at my painfully hard cock that was almost burgundy in colour. Eli sat between my legs still stroking my calf and looking ridiculously calm, but I also saw the way his dick was straining at his underwear. How or why he wasn’t jerking himself off was something I couldn’t currently comprehend.

Eli had already made it clear he wasn’t going to fuck me, but maybe…

“Will… Please will you play with my hole?”

Eli smiled at me, the warmth of it lighting up my chest. “Of course.” He reached for the bottle of lube next to his foot. “Put a couple of pillows under your ass.”

I did as I was told even though my whole body felt like jelly. Eli pressed another kiss to my leg. “Good boy.” His wet fingers circled my hole while his other hand caressed my thigh. “Relax for me. That’s it. When was the last time you played with this pretty hole?”

My face prickled. “A while,” I said, attempting to be vague.

Eli raised an eyebrow. “How long is a while?”

I groaned as he ran one finger over the furled skin. “A couple of months. Maybe longer. I don’t… I don’t tend to when I’m…”

“Jacking off?” Eli supplied helpfully, a grin playing about his mouth.

“Yes. That.”

“Is that because you don’t like it?” He teased the sensitive skin, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I’d forgotten how good it could feel.

“No, it’s… it’s not that.” I wasn’t sure why we had to have this conversation now. Eli’s other hand ran up my thigh and then he trailed a leisurely finger down my cock. “I just… don’t.”

“That’s okay,” Eli said. “We can talk about this later. Thank you for being honest with me.”

I went to reply, but my words melted into a deep moan as Eli slowly pressed the tip of one finger into me. It burned slightly, the sensation unfamiliar. Eli’s other finger teased the head of my dick, rubbing the slit and the vein at the back of the head. Pleasure hummed through my body, alleviating the burn.

Eli continued to tease my cock as he worked his finger into me. His pace was achingly slow, but for once, I was grateful. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust and reminding me to breathe, before he began to pump it in and out of me. I moaned again. The heat under my skin returned full force. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Eli leant forward, hovering over me. His eyes met mine. “You’ve been so good for me. I think you deserve a reward.”

“Th-thank you.”

His grip tightened around my cock. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out. He looked up at me and winked. “You can come whenever you want to.”

Then he wrapped his lips around my dick, sucking me into his mouth as his finger pumped in and out of my ass.

Sensations overwhelmed me, my body going taut like a stretched-out rubber band. Then it snapped.

I came with a shout, my cock exploding in Eli’s mouth as pleasure overtook me and I sank into oblivion.