Always Eli by Charlie Novak

Chapter Twenty

Eli

Waking up on Sunday,snuggled in Tristan’s arms, took the edge off the exhaustion. I wasn’t sure what time we’d finally climbed into bed, but it was closer to dawn than midnight.

My lip twitched, remembering how Tristan had been when he’d come back to mine—tipsy as fuck but with an adorable puppy energy as he’d insisted on trying to help me get undressed. It had made the whole process more difficult, but I hadn’t had the energy to resist. When I’d finally convinced him to let me take his make-up off, he’d sat very still, then given me an enthusiastic kiss, climbed into bed, and crashed.

My sweet, beautiful man.

“Good morning,” he said quietly, his arm pulling me tighter to his side. I glanced up to see him looking at me sleepily through long, dark lashes, his blond hair all askew. “Or afternoon. I’m not sure what time it is.”

“Me either.”

“Does it matter? Did you have anything to do today?”

“No.” I grinned and rolled until I was half on top of him, one leg slotted between his. “Well, you. But that’s about it.”

“Mmm, I like that plan.”

I kissed him slowly, rocking our bodies together. We had nowhere to be and nothing to do, so I had no desire to rush. And no desire to get out of bed until absolutely necessary. Tristan groaned, his cock filling against mine. His hands came up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer to him. His tongue slid into my mouth, our kisses turning heated. Would he let me fuck him? Because I really wanted to fuck him. I wanted to watch his face when I pushed my cock inside his perfect ass, hear him beg for me to touch him, and listen to his sweet moans as I fucked him slowly and stroked his cock until he covered us both in his cum.

“Fuck,” Tristan groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. I trailed kisses down his neck, finding the smudged lipstick mark from last night. Seeing it there made my cock throb, something deep and possessive twisting in my chest. More and more I was realising just how special Tristan was. And I wanted everyone to know. I wanted to fucking paint it all over the sky that Tristan was mine, and I was the luckiest fucking bitch in the universe. We’d said we would keep this a secret, but God, I wanted everyone to know.

“I want to fuck you,” I said, running my tongue over his collarbone. Tristan moaned. I chuckled, thinking we might need to revisit our previous conversations about giving me answers. “What’s the first rule?”

“U-use my words.”

“Good boy.” I slid down his body, flicking his nipple with my tongue. “So, what did you actually mean? Can I fuck you? Or would you just like to keep doing what we were doing?”

“The first one,” Tristan said, his voice hitched as I gently pinched his nipple between my teeth and tugged. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Eli.” He looked down at me. “Fuck me. I want you to fill me up.”

I released his nipple and moved up his body, taking his mouth again. “You say the sexiest things. You turn me on so fucking much.” I ground my cock against him, loving the way Tristan moaned. With one final kiss, I rolled off him so I could rummage in the bedside table for some lube and a condom.

“How do you want me?” Tristan asked, leaning up on one elbow and watching me.

“Just like you were.” I tossed the bottle of lube onto the sheets along with a condom. “Spread your legs for me and just relax.” I moved between his thighs, kissing the inside of his knee where he’d drawn his legs up. I’d played with Tristan’s ass a few times, and he obviously loved it, but I wasn’t sure when he’d actually taken dick last, and I wanted to take things slowly.

I’d have to get him a dildo to practice with when he was home alone. Then get him to send me pictures because he’d look hot as fuck playing with toys.

“Stroke your cock,” I said, pouring lube onto my fingers. Then I grinned. “And Tristan… you’re still not allowed to come until I say so.”

Tristan chuckled, then groaned as he wrapped his hand around his hard cock, spreading precum across the swollen head. “I-I didn’t think I’d be allowed to anyway.”

“You’re a fast learner.” I rubbed a wet finger over the sensitive, puckered skin of his hole, loving the way Tristan sighed out a little moan, his eyes fluttering. “So good for me,” I said, pressing another kiss to his knee. “So fucking good. Can’t wait to be inside this pretty hole. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

“Y-yes. Want that.” Tristan gasped as I pressed a finger inside him, jerking his cock a little harder. “W-want… want to feel it dripping out of me.”

“Fuck, baby,” I said, leaning over him so I could press a kiss to his beautiful, filthy mouth. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I kissed him again, wanting to kiss away all his uncertainty. “I want that too. Want to watch my cum leak out of your ass. Want to lick it out of you until you’re squirming and begging because it’s too much. Want to put a plug in your hole to keep my cum inside you so you know you’re mine.” Tristan groaned, nodding desperately. I slid another finger inside him. “Then I could pull it out and you’d be all ready for me to fuck you again. Ready for me to dump another load in your tight little ass.” My cock throbbed, and fuck, did I like that idea. Tristan clearly did too. “Yeah? You want that? Want me to just fill you up again and again? Wreck this pretty hole.”

“Y-yes, fuck. Please, I want… Fuck, I want that. Want it so much.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Tristan.” We were absolutely ringing someone tomorrow to get tests sorted because I fucking needed to make this fantasy come true for both of us.

I pushed three fingers inside him, working Tristan’s ass open while he stroked his cock until he was whimpering and writhing underneath me. I already knew him well enough to know he was close, and I wasn’t going to let him come until I was balls deep inside him.

“Hands off your cock.” I grinned. “I know you’re close, and you know you’re not allowed to come.”

“B-but…”

“No buts,” I said, giving him my sternest look and sliding my hand down the inside of his thigh to gently tap his cheek. It definitely wasn’t a spank, but the way Tristan moaned made me want to add that idea to the long list of things I wanted to try with him. “Hands off. Now. Or I won’t let you come at all.”

Tristan’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe I’d even suggest such cruelty. His hands flew to the sheets, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white. I chuckled to myself.

“Good boy. See? You can do as you’re told.” I slowly withdrew my fingers from his hole, then reached for a condom. My poor cock was aching from neglect, and I gave it a few strokes before rolling the condom onto it. I definitely did not have the biggest dick in the world—there were no beer can cocks or porn-star nine-inchers here—but I’d spent my entire life learning how to use what I had. And I’d never had any complaints.

“Spread your legs for me,” I said, lining up my cock. “Relax. And if you need me to stop, just say. Okay?”

“Okay.” Tristan nodded, his eyes focused on mine.

He gasped as I pressed my cock inside him, moaning as I slowly filled him, giving him a moment to adjust as I slid deep inside. The tight, velvet heat felt amazing around my shaft, and I leant down to kiss Tristan slowly, whispering against his mouth.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah. Feels so good.”

“Want me to fuck you now?” I asked, giving him another teasing kiss.

Tristan nodded again, his legs coming up to brush against my ass, pulling me into him. The hair on his calves scratched against my skin. “Fuck me, Eli. Please.”

I began to move, rocking my hips deep and slow and giving little teasing thrusts just to see how Tristan responded. He moaned, his ankles digging into the small of my back. I grinned and kissed him again, starting to fuck him harder.

“Oh God, yes! Just like that.” Tristan gasped as I pulled back and slammed into him. “Fuck me!”

If I’d expected this to be something slow and sensual, I’d definitely gotten the wrong end of the stick. Tristan wanted it hard, and I was very happy to oblige. At least this time. One day, I’d spread him wide and fuck him slowly and teasingly until he begged for more, but it wasn’t going to be today.

I slowed for a second, sitting back onto my heels and unwrapping Tristan’s legs from around me. I put my hands on his thighs, pressing them open and spreading him wide so I could pound deep into his ass and watch my cock move in and out of his perfect hole.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” I said. “I… I don’t want you to pull a muscle or some shit.”

Tristan nodded and then grinned slyly. “I… Fuck… I feel like this might… inspire me to, er, to start doing yoga again.”

I snorted and shook my head, giving him a wry smile. “I might too.”

Tristan moaned as I fucked him, then gasped as I changed the angle slightly, thrusting deeper in the hopes I’d hit his prostate. His reaction told me I hadn’t missed. Tristan’s hands were fisting the sheets by his head, his cock red and leaking onto his abs. God, he looked so fucking amazing like this—all spread out for me, moaning desperately as broken words filled the air. His dick throbbed, more precum spilling onto his skin. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it fast as I fucked him.

“Fuck, Eli… I… Fuck!”

“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, gripping his thigh with my other hand so I could pound into him. My own orgasm was barrelling down on me with increasing speed, heat spreading down my spine and into my balls. “Go on, baby. Come for me. Want to watch you come.”

I jacked his cock again, twisting my fingers across the swollen head, and I thrust deep into him. Tristan howled, his body going stiff underneath me and his ass tightening around my dick as he came, drenching my hand and his stomach in ribbons of cum.

I stroked him through it slowly, my heart pounding for a moment as Tristan panted and gazed up at the ceiling. “You still with me?”

“I-I think so…” Tristan grinned at me. “Not sure, to be honest. Ask… ask me again in a minute.”

I laughed. Then I lifted my fingers that were dripping with his cum to my mouth and slowly licked them clean. Tristan watched me with wide eyes.

“No…” he panted. “Nope, I think I’m dead now.” He gave me another smile, his thighs starting to shake under my fingers. I sat back and slowly eased my cock out of his ass. Tristan groaned, looking at me desperately. “What…”

I grinned, stripping the condom off and pumping my cock hard and fast. “I’m going to make you mine,” I said, my words coming out in a low growl. Tristan moaned, watching me with heated eyes.

“Yes. Please. Come on me… I want it.”

I wanted to say something to him, something about good boys always getting what they wanted… but I was too close to do anything but moan and curse as my orgasm rushed through me, sending a wave of pleasurable heat through my muscles. I painted Tristan with my release, the knot in my chest swelling at the sight of him covered in my cum. God, he looked so hot like that. He looked like mine.

I leant down, a possessive snarl escaping as I pressed a deep kiss to his mouth, pulling his lip between my teeth. I should have been embarrassed by my outburst, and I probably would have been… except Tristan moaned and wrapped his arms around me to pull me deeper into the kiss.

We lay there in a tangled heap, smeared with cum and trading lazy kisses.

“Are you still dead?” I asked eventually.

“Maybe.” Tristan smirked. “Maybe you should kiss me some more? Just in case. You know, kiss of life and all that.”

I snorted. “Not sure that’s how it works.”

“How do you know if you don’t try?” Tristan asked, his fingers carding through my hair and brushing a stray curl out of my eyes. “You wouldn’t want me to die.”

“You make a good point.” I kissed him again. “Very persuasive.”

We kissed for a bit longer, time slipping away. I knew we’d have to get up and shower eventually, but right then, I just wanted to stay there, in that moment, with Tristan. I wanted it to sink into my memory so I’d remember it forever.

I already knew Tristan was special, that I’d never meet anyone quite like him ever again, no matter how hard I looked. I knew I was falling for him so fast and hard that the landing was probably going to hurt. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Because Tristan had given me wings, and I was learning how to soar.