“Holy Lord Jesus, you’re a talented man,” Eli groaned as he gripped Billie’s hair. Billie popped off and bent lower, licking Eli’s balls and his taint.
“You taste amazing,” Billie murmured as he moved to Eli’s firm thigh and gently bit it. Eli reached out with his right hand and opened his nightstand, throwing a condom and a tube of lubricant on the bed.
“Your choice. I’m vers,” Eli whispered as Billie grabbed the condom, ripping it open. He rolled it down Eli’s cock and slathered it with lube, then added some to his own fingers. Gently easing one finger in, Billie prepped himself until Eli’s large hand reached around. Another slick finger slid in besidehis. Billie moaned, throwing his head back and letting the pleasure guide him.
“I’m ready,” Billie moaned and Eli’s hands smoothed over his ass, squeezing and spreading him open. Billie eased back, tensing with the initial penetration of Eli’s thick cock. Strong hands slid up his back and massaged his muscles, and Billie felt himself relax, slowly sinking down until he was full.
“There’s no rush, sweetheart. Nice and slow.” Eli rocked his hips gently in a sensual pace, letting Billie get adjusted.
Billie started to move his hips faster, rising and falling, leaning back until he found the perfect angle to tap his prostate.
“Eli!” Billie yelled out as the fierce pleasure jolted him. Eli gripped his hips and joined in the frantic rhythm, the room echoing with the sounds of their harsh breathing as their bodies strained closer.
“Billie! Fuck, I’m almost there,” Eli shouted as he thrust harder and pounded Billie’s ass.
“Yes, that’s it! Harder,” Billie said as he got lost in his bliss. Eli wrapped a rough hand around his cock and tugged in tandem with their movements. The pleasure was too much. Billie let go. His body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, and he felt the rush of hot cum cover his dick and his balls. Eli chased his own release, thrusting faster and faster until he shouted and emptied into the condom.
“Billie,” Eli murmured as he licked his lips, a dark flush covering his face and down over his wide chest, over all those beautiful tattoos. Billie slowly lifted off Eli and removed the condom, then headed to the bathroom to clean up. Standing over the pedestal sink, he took a deep breath and stared at his reflection, lips swollen, beard burn over his face and neck, his black hair a messy tangle around his face. That was to be expected. What he hadn’t anticipated was the soft look of contentment in his green eyes, a tiny reflection of the intensefeelings that Eli was inspiring. A swell of emotion bubbled up, but he ignored it. It was too much, too soon. He couldn’t risk falling again only to have his heart blasted into a million pieces. It had taken a year to piece it back together, and he wasn’t sure it could survive another implosion.
Billie turned on the faucet and ran hot water over his face and cleaned himself up as best he could. Once he felt calmer and in control, he would be ready to face Eli again.
****
Eli
Eli lay spread-eagle on his bed, trying to calm his racing heart and the rest of his body after such a monumental orgasm. His chemistry with Billie in bed was even hotter than he’d anticipated. Combine that with the protective feelings the man inspired, and Eli knew that this was something special. But Billie was not sold on the idea of having a relationship, so Eli would need to be extra patient with his feisty lover. If Billie wanted space, he’d give it to him. Eli realized that he’d be willing to give Billie just about anything, and that right there said it all.
A pounding knock at his front door startled him, and Eli reached for his track pants. Wandering out into the living room, he checked the peephole and was shocked to see who was on the other side.
He unlocked the door and opened it wide, resting one hand on the doorjamb.
“Hey, boss, what are you doing here?”
Mason never visited him at home. Ever. Oh, shit. The boss was here, and Billie was here—not in a professional capacity—and Eli was in big fucking trouble.
“We need to talk. Now,” Mason stated in his usual gruff way. Eli opened the door and let him in, guiding him over to the living room.
“I just woke up. Let me grab a t-shirt,” Eli murmured andran for his bedroom. Billie exited the bathroom with only a towel around his hips, and Eli placed a finger over his mouth.
“Mason is here,” Eli whispered. “Stay in the bedroom and I’ll come back when it’s safe to come out.” Billie nodded as Eli grabbed a t-shirt from his closet and ran back out to the living room.
Mason was sitting on his couch, tapping the armrest with one hand and reading something on his phone with the other.
“Sorry to drop by instead of calling, but Dax wanted me to give you this.” Mason pointed to a paper shopping bag on the floor. “And I have an update to share. There’s been a change to Billie’s service detail. Some pap spotted you guys leaving the music studio in Brooklyn yesterday and put two and two together. An article was released early this morning about Billie’s involvement with the tour and goes on to speculate that he’s dating one of the band members.”
“I don’t recall seeing a tail yesterday. And where the fuck did they get a story about him dating a band member?” Eli growled.
Mason ran a hand through his brown hair and shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s a tabloid, so they’re not big on fact checking. They’re trying to create buzz. Billie will need daily protective duty from here on out. When I left our building this morning, there was already press waiting outside.”
“Maybe they were waiting for Dax,” Eli mused.
“The reporter asked me if I knew Billie.”
“And speaking of Billie, I need to be re-assigned.” Eli licked his dry lips and paced the floor. Fuck, Mason was going to ream him out good when he told him the reason.
“Why?” Mason asked calmly, and Eli turned to face him.
“Billie and I … we’re involved.” He braced for the explosive impact.