Chapter 11

He released one side of Elijah’s face to drop his hand to his shoulder and massage the tight muscle. Elijah moaned when the massage went lower on his back, and he sank down the shaft, burying his nose in the hair at the base. Fire was already coiling in Sam’s belly, but the vibrations running through him now stoked the flames even higher.

“Won’t last,” he panted. He figured this would be his warning. If Elijah didn’t want to swallow, now was his chance to pull off.

Elijah acknowledged him with another hungry glance and small nod, but he didn’t pull away. He moved faster, his tongue wrapping around Sam’s shaft, his nose exhaling warm air across Sam’s skin when his lips reached the base. Elijah began to moan, or hum, or maybe mumble lines. Sam wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. All that mattered was the vibrations moving through Sam’s shaft and reverberating up into his lower stomach. All of his muscles clenched, his balls throbbing against Elijah’s palm.