Gay Urban Erotica

by Chayse Haywood

  Taking His Body

  Ryker and Elliot - Part 2

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  Chayse Haywood

  Taking His Body by Chayse Haywood

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  I’d left my car and was halfway up the driveway before I could process what I was doing.

  My legs felt leaden and numb as I stepped up unto Elliot’s front porch, and I still couldn’t decide if this was the right way to do things. But I was helpless against my need to see him, to know if he felt the way I did, if I was still welcome.

  My hand was trembling as I raised it to knock on his front door. That was a little embarrassing.

  The moment of silence after my knock was excruciating, the seconds feeling like hours as they crawled by. I couldn’t remember ever being so nervous and unsure of myself.

  After that first night I’d had with Elliot, we’d spent several more together. Being with him was like a drug I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in. Every time with him I’d enjoyed just as much as the first, maybe even more, and it wasn’t just the sex.

  But then a realization had hit me in the face. I liked Elliot, really liked him, and could see myself with him long term. And that had freaked me out.

  I’d never committed to anyone before, all my previous relationships had been flings, one-night stands. But with Elliot… it wasn’t something shallow or halfhearted.

  I hadn’t been sure how to deal with my feelings, scared of what it meant for me. And like the dick I was, I left, without a word.

  Thinking about it made me cringe. God, Elliot was such a gentle person, I’d probably broken his heart. But that was assuming he felt the same way I did. What if he didn’t?

  I’d spent a month away from him, every second thinking about him—what he was doing, did he miss me, was he thinking about me—but pretending I wasn’t.

  After a horrendous attempt to “get my head on straight” with some random hookup, I’d realized how stupid I was being. I’d found someone I could be happy spending my life with and I’d just left?

  I’d thought of Elliot being seduced by some other guy—touched by some other guy—while I was off being a dumb fuck. That had brought me back to my senses faster than anything else could’ve. I hadn’t even left the bar with the random hookup before I was booking it out of there to pack my things.

  No way in hell was I letting someone else have my kitten.

  But I wasn’t even sure if I did have him, which was the main reason I was so nervous. I’d never had someone to lose before. I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath, I was willing to beg if I had to. Anything to make him mine again.

  Steeled nerves or not, I still jumped when I heard Elliot’s muffled, “Be right there!” through the door.

  I couldn’t turn back now, but all my doubts were racing through my mind. What if as soon as he saw me, he slammed the door in my face? What if he didn’t give me a chance to explain?

  Not that I could blame him, I had been a total dick, not even leaving a note or text message before I up and left him. God, he probably should slam the door in my face, I’d deserve it.

  My palms were sweating.

  Only a moment later the doorknob rattled, and the door swung inward. Elliot stood there in only a pair of loose and low-slung sweatpants, stopping my breath.

  Water trickled in rivulets down his naked torso, glistening temptingly on his smooth and milky skin. He was holding a towel pressed to his damp hair, the caramel shade darkened with water. His exposed skin was enticingly flushed, and I could smell his fresh, warm scent.

  When Elliot saw me, he froze, just gaping at me. Then on a shaky exhale he said, “Oh.”

  Everything I’d planned on saying to him—all the excuses and reasons for why I’d left that I’d rehearsed endlessly on the way there—died on my lips.

  I felt a mix of elation and pain as I stared at his beautiful face, the emotions so strong they made me dizzy. Any doubts that might have lingered about my feelings for him vanished to nothing.

  I knew then that nothing was worth losing Elliot, who was the most wonderful person I’d ever met. Every fiber of my being pressed me forward, urging me to get closer, be nearer. I needed to feel the heat of him, to taste the water dripping down his skin, to be with him.

  I stepped forward in a daze, invading Elliot’s space. He inhaled sharply—it sounded like he’d been holding his breath—but he didn’t back away. The space between us, mere inches of heated air, was magnetized. I could hear his breathing quicken, soft little pants of breath, and it made me itch to do things to him.

  “Kitten,” I breathed, “stop me.”

  Elliot shivered, and his voice was breathless, but he didn’t avoid my eyes as he said, “No.”

  He looked so fragile, standing there trying to be brave but looking so confused and hopeful. I couldn’t keep away from him any longer. I crossed the last of the distance between us, cupped his face in my hands, and brought our mouths together.

  I had never felt so much from a kiss in my life. It felt like I was being unraveled with nothing but the touch of Elliot’s lips.

  I was determined to make him feel as much as I was from this. To make him understand that no one could give him pleasure like I could. No one could have him like this but me.

  I held his face tightly, wanting to be gentle but not wanting to allow him the chance to change his mind, to pull away. But then he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, moaning into my mouth.

  Sucking his lower lip between mine, I bit it, then rolled my tongue over his in a sensual caress, making him whimper.

  I wanted him to feel me everywhere, occupying all his senses, to feel nothing but me, think only of me.

  Elliot tightened his hold around me and tried to press even closer. I had forgotten just how good he felt against me: soft but not feminine, slender but not delicate. Such a perfect body to hold, to touch, to devour with pleasure.

  His half-naked state was not forgotten either, and I let my hands fall from his cheeks to run over his smooth shoulders and back. Then I firmly grasped his ass and pressed his hips to mine, seeing stars as I ground against him, moaning.

  “Ryker,” Elliot said breathlessly, “Ryker, where’ve you been? I missed you so much.”

  Shushing him gently, I nibbled on his earlobe. “I missed you too kitten. I’m so sorry and I’ll explain, but later. Right now, I want to have you, to be inside you again.”

  “Oh, yes—”

  I crushed our lips together, thrusting my tongue inside, and he melted in my embrace. His skin felt silky smooth as I trailed my hands up his back, feeling the heat of him. Just touching him again took a weight off my shoulders, filling an emptiness I hadn’t realized I’d been feeling.

  “Bed?” Elliot managed to ask between desperate kisses and touches.

  “Too far,” I answered.

  I maneuvered him back and we stumbled down the hall, somehow managing to get into his living room without collapsing against the wall for more searing kisses.

  I gave him a gentle nudge, and he fell back onto the sofa.

  He stared up at me through half lidded eyes, looking disheveled and disoriented in a way I’d almost label as cute.

  Fuck it, he was cute.

  Being in that room with him felt a bit like returning to the scene of
the crime. It was the last place we’d spent time together before I’d left. And I’d spent the whole night, with him, knowing I’d be leaving the next day and wouldn’t be telling him.

  Now I wanted to pleasure him, fill him, claim him as mine again. Right where I’d almost given him up forever.

  I kneeled on either side of his legs and leaned down to kiss his abdomen. I slowly moved my kisses up his body, pausing to dip my tongue into his navel.

  The sounds he made in response were the softest and most erotic I’d ever heard. They got more desperate as I passed over his chest and tongued his nipples.

  By the time I got to his lips, my dick was aching with how hard it was.

  “There’s nothing I’d rather have right now than you, willing and needy beneath me,” I murmured over his mouth.

  He whimpered and pressed up to kiss me. “I really missed you,” he whispered.

  I moaned and pressed him down for another deep and bruising kiss, loving the way he gasped and arched up against me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and brought our groins together with hot friction.

  I pulled away to breathe and groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I rolled my hips instinctively. My clothed erection dragged against his and pleasure shot through my body, making me spasm from the intensity.

  Elliot whimpered and tried to press me harder against him, hands grasping at my ass.

  “So eager,” I murmured approvingly, then moaned as another grind of our bodies sent hot pleasure down my spine. “Mmm, let’s make this better.”

  I shoved one hand between us, fumbling with his fly. He was still rocking against me, and I chuckled as my fingers slipped yet again. “You need to stop moving kitten.”

  “I can’t.” He nuzzled his face against my neck and moaned. “It feels so good.”

  “It’ll feel even better if you let me take off your jeans.”

  I finally held his hips still against the couch and clumsily opened his fly, feeling him also struggling to open mine. I slipped my hand into his underwear and began to stroke him. At the same time, his long fingers found my aching cock and fisted around it. I nearly swooned.

  We moaned together, and he gasped, “Oh god, don’t stop.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  I struggled to focus on pleasuring Elliot, but it took nearly all my concentration to keep myself from collapsing onto him. His touch felt so good—touching him felt so good—and I didn’t want it to stop.

  The month I’d been gone felt like years without his touch. And during that time, it seemed I’d forgotten what real pleasure was. Being here with him now felt like coming home.

  In an aroused haze, my loudest thought was that I wanted him naked, needed to feel all of him. He whimpered in protest when I withdrew my hand but lifted his hips compliantly when I tugged at his sweatpants.

  I pulled them down as far as I could while staying in reach so he wouldn’t need to let go of my cock.

  His erection laid invitingly against his smooth stomach and I brought my attention back to it. Taking him in my hand and fisting his cock, I massaged the head with my thumb, smearing the pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

  Elliot moaned and his strokes faltered, but then he nearly made me cum right there with the way he twisted his wrist as he pulled my length.

  “Fuck, kitten, I can’t take much more. How’re you wanting to do this?”

  He rocked his hips against my hand, sliding his dick through my slick grip. “I—whatever you want is fine. I just…” He stopped and opened his sweet brown eyes, watery with pleasure. And maybe something else.

  “What is it?”

  He hesitated and then turned his head away and whispered, “I just want you here with me, and still be here when we’re done.”

  A twinge of guilt passed through me and leaned down to kiss his cheek. “I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

  He turned to look back at me, his cheeks pink with embarrassment but looking hopeful. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  I kissed him gently, making it tender and pouring my feelings for him into it. He sighed contentedly and reciprocated, kissing me back warmly.

  After a few minutes, when I sensed he’d gotten what he needed—and if I was being honest, what I needed too—I pulled away.

  I licked my lips slowly while he watched, and grinned to lighten the mood again. “My kitten is so tasty.”

  He blushed again and scowled, giving a firm tug on my cock.

  I groaned. “Fuck, the things you do to me.”

  After a few more moments I forced myself to pull away and sit up, asking, “Lube? Condoms?”

  He gestured down the hallway. “In the bedroom, still in my nightstand drawer. Do you remember where?”

  Like I could forget anything about Elliot or the places we’d spent time together.

  I nodded and stood up, peeling off my shirt and jeans before I hurried to his bedroom for the supplies.

  When I got there, I couldn’t help wondering if someone else had been in his bed, with him, and used our stash of lube and condoms. But just as quickly as my anger had come, it deflated.

  He had every right to have been with someone, I’d been the one to leave, nothing was his fault. But that only made me feel worse.

  When I opened the drawer however, the condoms were untouched and only the amount of lube in the bottle was less. It made me wonder if he had thought of me while pleasuring himself. That, at least, made me feel better.

  When I returned to the living room, he was lying naked on the sofa and I couldn’t decide what he more resembled. An angel from heaven or a seductress come to tempt me to hell.

  He gave off an air of innocence while holding a subtle eroticism that made me want to do dirty things to him. I stood for a moment, mesmerized, until my aching cock urged me to action.

  When I reached the sofa, I tugged my boxers down and kicked them away when they pooled at my feet. Elliot propped himself up on one elbow to watch me, so I put on a little show as I stroked myself.

  He let out a whimper of eagerness as he stared at my cock, looking just as mesmerized of me as I was of him.

  I felt that small sound like a ripple throughout my body and needed to squeeze my cock to keep from cumming too early. It barely gave under the pressure of my grip; I was so hard for him. Damn, everything about him did such amazing things to me.

  “Lay on your stomach and spread your legs for me,” I commanded.

  I could see Elliot’s eyes darken with desire before he hurried to comply. The sofa was wide enough that we wouldn’t feel squished in and gave him enough room to spread his legs for me to kneel between.

  I moaned at the sight of his sweet entrance exposed between his cheeks, just begging me to fill it. I leaned down to kiss and suckle on it—loving the taste of him—and grinned with satisfaction when he mewled in pleasure.

  I dropped the condom and lube onto the sofa cushions and draped myself over him. My desire to hold him, touch him, overriding even my desire to fuck him.

  Wrapping him in my arms I rested my chin on his shoulder and enjoyed the smooth heat of his skin and the knowledge that, at least for right now, he was mine.

  Elliot turned enough to kiss me, and I lost myself in the slide of our tongues, slick and honey sweet. But then he shifted, and my cock rubbed between his ass cheeks.

  I moaned. Just that small amount of friction brought my mind back to what I wanted, needed, right then: to bury myself as deeply inside his body, his heart, and his mind as I could. And the first one was something I could definitely do.

  I pushed myself back to kneeling and grabbed the lube. Elliot turned his head enough to watch me as I popped open the lid and squeezed some of the contents onto my fingers. His breathing was ragged, and I rubbed his lower back soothingly with my clean hand.

  “Just relax,” I said. “You don’t need to be nervous.”

  “I’m not,” he rasped. His dilated pupils and flushed cheeks an erotic sight. “It’s just—�
� he turned his head away to mumble the rest, “I’m just so happy you’re back.”

  My breath caught, and my chest felt warm. I needed to be inside him, connected to him in any way I could. I shook my head to clear it and focused on preparing him, slathering a generous amount of lube over his entrance and easing a slicked finger inside.

  Elliot was a moaning mess by the time I’d gotten two fingers inside him. The lightest touches making him quiver, gasping and needy for more.

  I didn’t need to see his expression to know he was in ecstasy. It was in his taught and trembling muscles, the flush across his skin, and the rocking of his hips to meet me.

  I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him, wanting to see more of his erotic reactions. So I curled my fingers to the perfect angle, stimulating his prostate directly.

  Elliot’s reaction was more than I’d expected. His back arched and his head came up as he made the most sensuously tortured sound of pleasure. All of what he was feeling showing in his expression.

  “Shit,” I breathed, “You’re so beautiful.”

  He buried his face back in the sofa pillow and said, “I thought I’d never have this again, have you.”

  He pushed his ass back against me, shoving my fingers deeper inside him. He was probably trying to distract me from what he’d said, but it backfired. I could actually feel the shudder that went through his body as he cried out and moaned. It might have been the most intensely erotic experience of my life.

  “Kitten,” I murmured reverently. “You’re so sexy like this, your ass stretched open and just begging for my dick, I could watch you for hours.”

  “Please don’t,” he keened. “Please, I can’t take it.”

  I withdrew my fingers and enjoyed the slick sound of it before rolling the condom onto my cock and lining myself up.

  Elliot was quivering beneath me, so I smoothed my hands over his hips and up his sides. “You sure you’re all right?”

  “Yes, I just—Ryker, I need you.” He sounded desperate, so beautifully desperate. “Please, fill me, I need it, need you.”

  I understood what he was trying to say. He wasn’t just asking for the physical intimacy of sex, and that wasn’t just what this was. This was my apology and a balm to soothe the hurt I’d caused him. But I couldn’t say which of us really needed this more.