Chapter 73: His Mouth, Fingers, Cock All Mine

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: His Mouth, Fingers, Cock All Mine

The words snapped the last of Elisha’s restraint. His eyes flashed with dark, primal heat. He surged forward with fierce urgency and crashed down between Henry’s legs to claim what was his.

Henry’s legs stayed hooked over his shoulders, thighs spread wide and trembling.

Elisha didn’t waste a second. He wrapped one strong hand around the base of Henry’s cock and stroked it firmly until it was fully hard and throbbing in his grip. Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue in a long, wet stripe from the root all the way to the flushed tip.

Henry’s thighs trembled hard against Elisha’s shoulders, his hips lifting off the mattress in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Fuck, don’t stop, right there, just like that—"

Elisha sealed his lips around the head and sucked hard, taking him in with one smooth, hungry pull. Hot, wet heat closed around Henry’s cock as Elisha sank lower, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while his cheeks hollowed.

He didn’t go slow. He bobbed his head with raw purpose, taking more of Henry with every downward slide until the tip nudged the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, throat tightening, and a deep groan vibrated straight through Henry’s length.

"Fuck—Elisha—" Henry’s voice cracked. His fingers tangled in Elisha’s hair, gripping tight as his hips jerked upward.

Elisha only took him deeper. Spit slicked the way, making every wet slide louder and filthier. He pulled almost all the way off, licked a slow circle around the sensitive head, then swallowed him down again—faster, hungrier.

His free hand cupped Henry’s balls, rolling them gently while his mouth worked with relentless focus.

The wet sounds of sucking filled the room: the soft, rhythmic pull of lips, the quiet choke when he took Henry to the root, the desperate little moans Henry couldn’t hold back.

Henry’s legs tightened over Elisha’s shoulders. His hips started moving on their own, shallow thrusts into the heat of that mouth.

Elisha took every one of them, eyes half-lidded and burning with possession, like he was determined to erase every other thought from Henry’s body. He hollowed his cheeks harder, sucked with single-minded hunger, and let saliva drip down the shaft as he worked him deeper, wetter, more desperate.

Henry’s fingers tightened in his hair, tugging hard enough to sting. Elisha groaned around the cock in his throat, the sound raw and hungry, and kept going, claiming every inch as it had always belonged to him.

Without pulling off, Elisha brought two fingers to his own mouth, sucking them wet and slick. He shifted slightly, never breaking the rhythm of his mouth, and pressed one slick finger against Henry’s entrance. He rubbed slow circles there first, teasing, then pushed the tip inside.

Henry’s whole body jolted. "

Ah... fuck, baby."

The moan tore out of him, raw and startled. His thighs clenched hard around Elisha’s shoulders. Elisha didn’t stop. He kept sucking his cock, taking Henry deep in his mouth while that single finger sank deeper, twisting gently, working him open. He curled it just right and pressed against the sensitive spot inside.

Henry’s back arched off the bed. "Baby... oh god, yes—" His voice cracked into a broken moan. "Deeper... please, go deeper."

Elisha gave him exactly that. He pushed the finger all the way in, thrusting it steadily while his mouth never slowed, wet, filthy sucks that matched the pace of his hand. Spit ran down Henry’s cock. The dual sensation made Henry shake.

Then Elisha added the second finger.

He pressed both in together, stretching Henry wider. Henry’s moan turned high and desperate.

"Fuck... yes...baby, shit... Elisha!" His hips jerked helplessly between the mouth on his cock and the fingers working inside him. "Deeper... please, deeper... suck me faster."

Elisha obeyed. He thrust both fingers harder, deeper, curling them on every stroke to hit that spot again and again. At the same time he sucked faster, hollowing his cheeks, taking Henry to the root with wet, urgent pulls.

The room filled with the filthy sounds of it the slick glide of fingers, the wet suction of his mouth, Henry’s broken, continuous moans.

"Yes, yes, just like that deeper, finger me, deeper... suck harder." Henry’s voice was wrecked, begging, his thighs trembling violently around Elisha’s head as the pleasure built fast and became overwhelming.

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes from how good it felt. His hands left Elisha’s hair and fisted the bedsheets instead, knuckles white as he gripped them hard.

Soft, wet slurp... slurp... slurp filled the room with every pull of Elisha’s mouth.

At the same time those two fingers kept moving inside Henry’s hole, slow at first, then deeper, curling and stretching him open.

"I’m going to cum," Henry moaned, voice shaking. "Please, baby—don’t stop—"

Elisha didn’t stop. His hand moved faster, fingers thrusting deeper, harder, while his mouth worked Henry’s cock with the same relentless hunger.

The dual sensation was too much.

Henry suddenly pinned Elisha’s head down, fingers twisting tight in his hair, and started fucking up into his mouth with short, desperate thrusts.

Elisha took every one of them, throat relaxing, still fingering him through it, two fingers pumping steadily into that tight heat.

"Haaaa... ah, fuck...Elisha."

Henry’s moans turned into broken screams. His whole body shook. His toes curled hard against the sheets. The orgasm slammed into him without mercy. He came hard, spilling pulse after pulse straight down Elisha’s throat, hips jerking as he held Elisha’s head firmly in place until every drop was out.

Even then Elisha kept fingering him, slow and deep, milking the last shudders out of him while he swallowed everything.

Only when the last tremor faded did Henry finally release his grip.

Elisha carefully eased his fingers out of Henry’s tight, fluttering hole, then slowly pulled his mouth off Henry’s cock. A thick string of saliva followed, connecting his lips to the still-throbbing tip for a second before it broke.

Henry lay there panting hard, chest rising and falling fast, eyes half-lidded and dazed.

Elisha looked down at him, one hand gently tracing the sensitive tip of Henry’s cock, watching it twitch under the light touch.

Henry pushed himself up, grabbed Elisha by the back of the neck, and kissed him deep and messy, tasting himself on Elisha’s tongue. While their mouths stayed locked, Henry’s hands worked the loungewear off Elisha’s body, pushing the fabric down his shoulders, past his chest, over his hips until Elisha was completely naked. They never stopped kissing the entire time.

The second Elisha was bare, Henry turned without a word. He dropped onto his hands and knees in the middle of the bed, presenting himself in a clear doggy-style position. He reached back with both hands, spread his cheeks open, and showed Elisha everything.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Henry said, voice low and needy. "You deserve every inch... every breath. Take me, Daddy."

Elisha brought one hand up and gently rubbed over the curve of Henry’s ass, palm warm and possessive. His voice dropped into a rough, dark promise. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, pretty."

Henry pushed his hips back into the touch, already breathless. "Yes... please. Fuck me so hard until my legs go numb and I can’t even get out of this bed. Please, Daddy... fuck me hard."

A slow, satisfied smile curved Elisha’s mouth. He kept rubbing Henry ass for another second, then lifted his hand and brought it down in a firm, sharp spank. The sound cracked through the room.

Henry moaned loudly, the sting blooming hot across his skin. "Yes, Daddy—spank that ass. It’s all yours, baby."

Elisha smiled, the expression pure devilish hunger. He didn’t waste another second. He spat into his palm and stroked his thick cock a few times, spreading the wetness, but the spit alone wasn’t nearly enough for what he planned to do.

He leaned over to the bedside drawer, pulled out the bottle of lube, and poured a generous amount over his length. He worked it slowly from base to tip until his cock was glossy and dripping.

Then he dripped more of the cool liquid right between Henry’s spread cheeks. He rubbed it over the already stretched entrance with two fingers, circling and pressing until Henry’s hole was slick, shiny, and ready for him.

He lined the head of his cock up against Henry’s hole and rubbed it there, teasing, pressing just enough to make Henry feel the heat and size without pushing in.

Henry pushed his ass back immediately, desperate for more contact. "Please, Daddy... put it inside."

A slow, dark smile curved Elisha’s mouth. He pressed the thick head of his cock against Henry’s slick entrance and pushed in gently, just the tip, then pulled all the way out again.

Henry groaned at the loss, hips twitching. "Yes, Daddy... stretch me open."

Elisha did it again. He eased only the head inside, letting Henry feel the stretch, then withdrew completely. A third time he pushed in a little farther, lingering there so Henry could feel every thick inch of the tip before pulling free once more.

Henry’s patience finally snapped. "Baby, stop teasing me," he begged, voice tight and needy. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."

Elisha gave up the teasing. A low, satisfied sound left his throat as he finally pushed forward for real.

Slowly. Inch by careful inch.

His cock sank deeper, stretching Henry open around the thick girth. The tight heat clenched around him as he pushed forward, filling him steadily.

Henry’s arms trembled beneath him. A long, broken moan spilled from his lips as he felt every ridge and vein sliding inside.

"Yes, Daddy... give me every inch. I want every inch of you—"