The Final Rule Read Free

with long, slow strokes, making the muscles in his legs jump.
    Nothing but love shone in Jon’s dark gaze and soft smile. Guilt rose in Ellis and he closed his eyes.
    Jon leg go of Ellis’s cock. The warmth of his presence traveled up Ellis’s body. “Don’t do that.” Jon’s exhale brushed Ellis’s cheek. “I want you to look at me.” Ellis did. “That’s better.”
    A dark patch had blossomed under Jon’s eye. Another one colored his jaw. By tomorrow they would be bruises. And Ellis had only one person to blame.
    There were so many things he wanted to say, so many apologies, but what he’d done was inexcusable. He buried his face in Jon’s neck. “I don’t deserve you.”
    “Yes you do.”
    “I’m sor—”
    Jon curled his fingers and Ellis’s nerve endings lit up.
    “Just shut up.”
    “But—”
    Jon hit Ellis’s prostate again and he barked out a hoarse cry.
    “Ellis. I mean it. Shut up and let me love you.” He urged Ellis up to the space in front of their bedroom.
    Jon gave Ellis a wicked smile as he returned to his cock.
    A prickling rush spread through his muscles. “Stop, Jon, or I’ll come.”
    Jon thrust his fingers faster.
    “Please, Jon. Oh God…” Ellis grabbed Jon by his hair and pumped his hips, fucking Jon’s mouth. Ellis was right there, his body on fire whiting out everything. Just as he was about to peak Jon stopped.
    Ellis wailed and collapsed.
    “C’mon.” Jon pulled Ellis to his feet. “I’m not done with you yet.” He maneuvered Ellis through the door, toward the bed.
    Ellis yanked on Jon’s sweatpants. The string snapped, freeing his cock. The thick length of flesh burned against Ellis’s palm and precum leaked over his fingers. He squeezed and Jon made the most incredible rumbling sound in his chest.
    “Bed.” Jon said. “Or you’re going to wind up with carpet burns on your knees.”
    Drunk on desire and high on desperation, Ellis fell against the mattress. Jon yanked him to the edge, then Ellis found himself flipped onto his stomach. Jon’s shirt landed beside his shoulder.
    Jon covered Ellis with his body and his cock slid between Ellis’s legs until the tip bumped against his balls.
    “How many times do you think I can make you come?” Jon nipped a line up Ellis’s neck sending a chill across his skin.
    “I don’t know.”
    The bedside table rattled. “Two? Three?”
    “I don’t care, just do something.” Ellis squirmed against the mattress, trying to find enough friction to ease the maddening ache between his legs. Jon lifted Ellis to his knees, and pressed his shoulders against the mattress.
    A cool slick line dribbled down Ellis’s ass crack. “Please.” The heartbeat in his skull settled in his balls.
    “Patience.” Two of Jon’s fingers filled Ellis long enough to smear the lubricant around.
    “If you’d just let me—” The bottle of lubricant landed on Jon’s shirt.
    “Save your energy. Trust me. You’re going to need it.”
    The head of Jon’s cock breached Ellis’s opening. The gentle burn of being stretched and the heavy sense of being filled consumed his thoughts. Ellis tried to rock back, but Jon held him still.
    “Jon…” Ellis panted. “Jon, please.”
    “Please what?” Jon slid his hands over Ellis’s hips, up his ribs, then back down. He gave Ellis another inch.
    “Please, Jon, I need you.”
    “And you’ve got me.”
    “Don’t make me wait. Please, please… Oh God.” He shoved Jon’s shirt, the pillow and the bottle of lubricant onto the floor. Ellis tore the fitted sheet loose from the corners of the bed.
    Jon rolled his hips and filled Ellis the rest of the way in one long push. The burn was momentary, the fullness eternal. He rocked back.
    Every stroke drowned Ellis in euphoria. Wordless sounds emanated from his slack mouth, adding to the slap of flesh. Ellis reached for his cock, but Jon got there first. A few more hard thrusts and Jon lost rhythm. As the warm rush filled Ellis’s body, the