Chapter 37: Look at Me While I Fuck You

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Look at Me While I Fuck You

Henry didn’t try to stop him. Instead, a low groan broke from his throat as he grabbed the back of Elisha’s head, kissing him deeper, harder, swallowing his tears and surrendering completely to him.

Elisha kissed him deeper, his lips moving desperately against Henry’s as though he was afraid Henry might slip away the moment he let go.

Henry smiled softly against his lips, watching the way Elisha’s emotions were written all over his face.

"I’m not trying to stop you, Eli," he murmured. "But you really need to stop crying every time you’re jealous. Whenever something doesn’t go the way you want, you immediately start thinking the worst and end up in tears."

Elisha pulled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears still glistened on his lashes as he looked at Henry with wounded defiance.

"Why wouldn’t I cry when you chose her over me?" he asked, his voice cracking. "I’m jealous, Henry. Can’t you see that?"

Henry looked at him with a gentle, helpless smile and shook his head.

"You’re not a child anymore, Eli. You can’t keep crying every time you’re jealous. Do you ever see me crying whenever things don’t go my way?"

Elisha immediately leaned forward and buried his face against Henry’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"That’s because you know how to control your emotions. I don’t know how to do that," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Whenever I feel like I’m losing you, I just can’t help it."

His arms tightened around Henry as he held him closer. "Please don’t go back to her."

"Are you serious?" Henry whispered, keeping his hands gently against Elisha’s back. "I came here with her. I can’t just walk away and leave her there."

"I don’t care," Elisha muttered stubbornly. "I’m not letting you go back to her."

Henry wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Elisha pulled him closer and kissed him again. He gently guided Henry onto his lap, and Henry settled there, straddling his thighs.

Then, with frantic urgency, Elisha continued removing Henry’s suit jacket from his shoulders and tore at the remaining shirt buttons until the fabric parted completely.

He slid his hands down to Henry’s waist, quickly unbuckled his belt, and dragged down the zipper of Henry’s trousers. Pressing a hand against Henry’s hip, he gently murmured, "Lift yourself up for a second."

Henry did as he was asked, shifting his weight just enough for Elisha to pull the fabric down. Elisha stripped the trousers halfway, freeing his own thick, throbbing cock so it pressed hot and heavy against Henry’s thigh.

Once Henry settled back down, straddling Elisha’s lap once more, Elisha lost himself in the heat of the moment. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Henry’s in a deep, hungry kiss before trailing them down past his jaw.

His mouth moved like a trail of fire over Henry’s nose, kissed the sensitive skin behind his ear, and then dipped lower down his neck. Henry’s head rolled back against the leather headrest, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Ah... Eli..." Henry breathed out, his fingers tangling into Elisha’s hair, holding him close as Elisha’s tongue traced the hot pulse in his throat.

Elisha didn’t stop there. He leaned in and pressed his mouth directly over one of Henry’s hard, sensitive nipples. He swirled his tongue across the peak before drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently while using his teeth to nip at the sensitive flesh.

Henry gasped sharply, his back arching off Elisha’s chest as a louder, breathier moan tore from his throat. "Fuck, Eli... right there..."

Elisha sucked harder on Henry’s nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his tongue and teeth while his hand slid down over Henry’s lower back, pressing firmly against his bare ass.

He traced the crack down to Henry’s tight entrance, then pulled his hand back, spat into his palm, and thoroughly coated his fingers with saliva. Bringing his wet hand between them again, he teased the slick rim with a single finger first, pressing light circles against the sensitive flesh until Henry whimpered against his neck.

"Eli... ah, fuck..." Henry breathed, his hips twitching downward.

Without warning, Elisha pushed that first finger inside. Henry gasped, his back bowing hard as a wet, sliding sound filled the confined back seat. Elisha curled his finger, finding that sweet spot, before adding a second finger right beside it.

"F-fuck, Eli, yes—ahhh!" Henry cried out, his voice thick with need as he rode the double fingers, the wet, squelching sounds echoing loudly in the quiet car.

Elisha pumped his fingers in and out for a few breathless seconds, stretching him open as Henry’s moans turned into desperate gasps. Then he pulled his hand out with a wet pop and spat into his palm again. He wrapped his fingers around his own thick, throbbing cock, slicking it thoroughly with the fresh saliva and his own heavy precum until it gleamed under the dim light.

Lifting his hands to Henry’s hips, Elisha guided him up just an inch, aligning the hot head of his cock right against Henry’s soaked entrance.

"Look at me, Henry," he murmured, voice rough with desire.

Henry blinked down at him through heavy-lidded, dilated eyes and nodded breathlessly.

Elisha slowly lowered him. The thick head parted him, stretching his tight walls wide. A deep, guttural groan tore from Henry’s throat as the broad cock inched deeper, filling him completely.

"God... fuck, Eli, you’re so big..." Henry sobbed, fingernails digging hard into Elisha’s shoulders as he took every inch.

Elisha stayed perfectly still inside him, letting the heavy, burning weight of his cock stretch Henry open, his hands gripping Henry’s hips tightly to keep him steady. Once Henry’s breathing evened out and he adjusted to the full, overwhelming stretch, Elisha began to move.

He thrust upward slowly, pulling back almost all the way before sliding back in with a wet, heavy friction that made both of them hiss in pleasure. Every slow roll of his hips drew raw, breathless moans from Henry’s lips, the leather seat creaking beneath them as the heat in the car boiled over.

Henry took control of the rhythm, lifting his hips and sliding up and down over Elisha’s throbbing length, while Elisha met him halfway with hard, upward thrusts.

"Yes... yes, ah, fuck, please..." Henry whimpered, biting his lower lip as he tried desperately to avoid meeting Elisha’s intense gaze.

"Look at me," Elisha murmured, his voice thick and demanding.

Henry kept his eyes stubbornly averted, staring out the side window.

Without warning, Elisha grabbed his hips and slammed upward, burying himself completely to the root.

Henry gasped, a high, broken moan spilling from his lips. "Fuck, yes... do it again, Eli..."

"I’ll do it again," Elisha rasped, keeping him pinned against his pelvis, "but can you stop avoiding my face?"

Henry flushed a deep, burning red, his voice dropping to a mortified whisper. "Speak lower... please. It’s embarrassing. I’m... I’m kind of shy."

"Embarrassed about what?" Elisha challenged, his hands digging into Henry’s bare waist. "About what we’re doing, or about looking at me?"

"It’s embarrassing looking at you," Henry admitted, his breath hitching. "Not what we’re doing."

"You don’t like the fact that it’s me, right?"