Chapter 63: Fuck & Cum Four Times By My Heartbeat

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Fuck & Cum Four Times By My Heartbeat

Henry’s reply was immediate, breathless.

"I want all of you. Don’t hold back."

Elisha pushed forward slowly, sinking into the tight heat inch by inch. A low, strained sound escaped him as Henry’s body stretched around him. He paused once he was fully buried, his forehead resting against the back of Henry’s shoulder, giving them both a moment to adjust.

Henry’s fingers tightened on the top of the sofa. His breathing was uneven, but he pushed back slightly, silently asking for more.

Elisha felt how eager he was, yet he didn’t move. He leaned in close, lips brushing the back of Henry’s ear, and murmured, "Beg me."

Henry didn’t hesitate for a single second. Pride and hesitation completely melted away under the overwhelming wave of desire. "Please, babe," Henry breathed out, his voice thick with need. "Fuck me hard."

A dark, satisfied smile touched Elisha’s lips. He gripped Henry firmly by the hips, anchoring him in place, and started moving forward slowly. He drew out the sensation, pushing deeper with deliberate, slow strokes that caused Henry to feel every inch of him.

Henry let out a breathless gasp, his head dropping forward against his arms. "Yes, babe... just like that. Fuck me harder, please."

That plea was all the permission Elisha needed. The restraint snapped.

Elisha’s pace shifted from slow and measured to a relentless, driving rhythm. He began pushing into Henry with deep, consuming intensity, each powerful thrust filling the private office with the heavy, echoing sound of skin against skin.

"Yes, yes, yes, please, fuck, yes!" Henry gasped, voice breaking as he arched his back further. "I want more of you, babe. Fuck deeper!"

A low rumble vibrated in Elisha’s chest. "You’re not shy anymore. Last time, you wouldn’t make a sound."

Henry tossed his head back, a breathless, reckless laugh escaping him. "Back then we were nothing more than best friends with benefits. Now you’re my fiancé, and I’m getting married to you soon. I don’t want to be a boring husband, I want to be a shameless one who’s completely happy to be yours."

Hearing those words ignited something wild in Elisha. He drove forward harder, the rhythm turning fierce and demanding as the wet, heavy sounds of their bodies filled the room.

"Fill me up, baby," Henry pleaded. He leaned back against Elisha’s chest, fingers sliding up to tangle into his hair and pull him closer. "You can do better than that, fuck me harder, please!"

Elisha didn’t hold back. One hand stayed locked around Henry’s waist while the other pinched and rolled his sensitive nipple. At the same time, he dipped his head and sucked hard against the side of Henry’s neck, leaving a hot, possessive mark on his skin.

"Yes, yes, yes—pound me hard!" Henry cried out.

"Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking sweet," Elisha groaned against his neck, his breathing turning ragged.

Henry reached down and wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking in rapid, desperate time with Elisha’s heavy thrusts. Elisha kept working his nipple and sucking at his throat, never slowing the hard rhythm of his hips.

"Fuck me, babe, make me cum," Henry panted, his hand moving faster and faster.

"Do you want to cum for your husband?" Elisha growled, angling deeper to hit that perfect spot inside him.

Henry nodded frantically. "Yes, baby—I want to cum several times, until I have nothing left!"

"So we’re not stopping at one round?" Elisha asked, voice rough as his hips snapped harder.

"We’re not stopping until seven," Henry moaned. "That’s how much I crave you. So fuck me until I can’t walk out of this office by myself!"

The words only drove Elisha harder. He pounded into him faster, deeper, while Henry stroked himself with frantic desperation. "Yes, baby, more please—fuck, fuck—"

Elisha pounded into him, his breathing harsh and heavy in the quiet room. Henry pushed his hips back to meet every single thrust, his eyes rolling back as the overwhelming pressure built to a blinding peak.

"I’m going to cum—" Henry sobbed out, his hand flying faster over his length.

Elisha drove into him three times deep, deeper, deepest, hitting that exact spot without mercy.

"Yes, right there, I’m coming!" Henry’s body locked tight. A broken cry tore from his throat as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over his fist, across his chest, and onto the leather cushion beneath him. His hole clenched hard around Elisha with every pulse.

Elisha kept moving through it, hips driving deep as the tight, rhythmic clenching pushed him right to the edge. His breathing turned harsh, his body tightening.

"Baby... I’m about to cum," he rasped against Henry’s ear. "Can I cum inside you?"

"Yes, please—cum inside me," Henry begged breathlessly.

With that final permission, Elisha slammed in deep and hard, spilling every last drop of his release straight inside him. They held each other tight as the aftershocks rippled through their frames, Elisha slowing his pace until his breathing finally began to steady.

They lingered tangled together for a quiet moment before Elisha gently pulled back and shifted his weight. He sat against the sofa cushions, drawing Henry up and guiding him to straddle his lap. With a breathless sigh, Elisha guided his cock back inside, looking up at Henry’s flushed, dazed face.

"Ride me, baby," Elisha whispered, his hands resting securely on Henry’s hips as a slow, breathless new rhythm began all over again.

Henry’s hands gripped Elisha’s shoulders. He rolled his hips in slow, deliberate circles, then deeper, taking every inch. Soft, broken sounds spilled from his throat with each movement. Sweat slicked his skin. His thighs trembled, but he didn’t slow down, he only moved harder, chasing more.

Elisha met him stroke for stroke, hips snapping upward to bury himself fully inside Henry’s tight heat.

"Fuck, huh, please, fuck me harder—" Henry pleaded, voice already wrecked.

Elisha leaned forward and dragged his mouth across Henry’s chest, sucking hard on one nipple before biting down just enough to make Henry jolt. At the same time his hand wrapped around Henry’s leaking cock and started stroking him in firm, wet pulls, matching the rhythm of every upward thrust.

Henry threw his hips down harder, riding him with messy, desperate urgency.

The wet sound of their bodies filled the office.

Slap, slap, slap, mixed with the slick noise of Elisha’s fist working his cock.

"Huh... faster...please, fuck me more, please—" Henry cupped Elisha’s chin, forcing his head up from his chest, and crashed their mouths together in a deep, filthy kiss. Elisha groaned into it and stroked him faster.

Henry rode him harder, bouncing on his cock, taking him to the base every single time.

The dual sensation was brutal. Every time Henry sank down, Elisha’s cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside him while the tight fist around his length pumped him without mercy.

"Right there, fuck, baby—" Henry gasped against Elisha’s mouth. His rhythm turned frantic. "I’m gonna... I’m—"

His whole body locked. A raw, high cry tore out of him as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over Elisha’s fist and coating both their stomachs in hot, messy spurts. His hole clenched and fluttered around Elisha’s cock with every pulse, milking him.

Elisha didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting up into the tight, spasming heat, fucking Henry through the orgasm while his hand continued stroking the last weak jets of cum from his cock. Henry sobbed and shook, oversensitive, but still pushed down to meet every thrust.

They didn’t separate.

Elisha sat up, still buried deep, and flipped them so Henry was on his back against the sofa. He hooked Henry’s legs over his arms and drove into him hard and deep, the new angle making Henry cry out again.

Then he pulled out just long enough to turn Henry onto his stomach, yank his hips up, and slam back inside from behind. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin grew louder, heavier.

Henry’s moans turned broken and shameless. Elisha’s hand snaked around to stroke his half-hard cock back to full hardness while he pounded into him without slowing down.

They moved through every position, Henry on his side with one leg pushed high, then straddling Elisha again, then bent over the arm of the sofa, each change only making the heat climb higher. Sweat dripped down their bodies.

The air in the locked office grew thick and heavy with the smell of sex and the constant wet sounds of fucking.

By the time the fourth climax crashed through them, they were both shaking and ruined.

Henry came first with a choked scream, spilling across the leather, the hole clamping down hard.

Elisha followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Henry with another thick load while they stayed locked together, trembling and gasping in the quiet aftermath.

For a few moments, neither of them moved. Then Elisha slowly rested his back against the top of the sofa, his chest heaving as he looked up at Henry with a mixture of awe and soft amusement.

"I never knew you had this much energy," he chuckled, fingers gently tracing the line of Henry’s spine. "Remind me never to underestimate you again."

Henry rested his forehead against Elisha’s, a bright, breathless laugh slipping past his lips.

"I told you... I used to be shy back then. One round was never enough for me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say I wanted more. But now...