The room smelled of sex and sweat. Elias lay on his back, his legs opened and rested on Rowan's shoulders. His breathing uneven, and his fingers tightened on the silk sheets.
"Ahhh," he moaned as Rowan thrusted in, their eyes fixed on each other as they went on and on. Rowan's fingers tightened on Elias's lap, giving it a little squeeze.
"Hmmm… ahh… yeah," Elias cried as Rowan thrust in harder. His vision was blurry, his thoughts everywhere. Deep down, he wished he could stop Rowan—or at least stop himself from feeling this way—but with every thrust, his body betrayed him. His body ached for more, and he found himself inching closer, wanting to swallow every inch of the man above him.
For a brief second, Rowan stopped, and Elias caught his breath—but it did not last long. Elias felt his body float in the air, then his ass settled on the nightstand, and his legs wrapped tightly around Rowan's torso as his body inched closer.
