Mark Me, Shawn Bailey [classic novels for teens .TXT] 📗

liquid. He removed his shirt and Eli looked away with an impish smile. “Strip, preppy,” Dimitri ordered. “I need someone to wash my back.”

Chapter Six

Regardless of what he thought, sex in a bathtub didn’t hold a candle to sex in a brand new bed. They’d given the bathtub the old college try, but Dimitri’s cock kept slipping out of him and porcelain, though pretty, was hell on the knees. Dimitri just gave up, hauled him out of the tub and carried him into the master bedroom. Moments later Dimitri had found Eli’s new stash of condoms and fruit-flavored gel he’d hidden and was now on his knees, licking the pineapple-flavored lube off Eli’s greased-up pubic area.

Eli groaned. He felt like a sticky mess and he couldn’t do anything but lay there since Dimitri had tied his arms to the headboard with two of Eli’s expensive silk ties.

“This would be perfect if we had some whipped crème,” Dimitri said as he ran his tongue along the base of Eli’s cock.

“I’ll remember to add it to the grocery list,” Eli said. “Ooh, your tongue is lethal.” His cock disappeared into Dimitri’s mouth and came out covered in saliva. “You’re really freaky,” he teased as pleasure flowed through his body. He wanted so badly to touch Dimitri, or run his fingers through his spiky, blond hair, but the ties restrained him.

“Ah,” he moaned as Dimitri inched two pineapple-lubed fingers up his ass, while simultaneously sucking him dry. “Not being able to touch you is killing me.”

Dimitri chuckled at his pleas.

Eli rolled his hips, sending more of his length into Dimitri’s mouth. The fingers inched further inside his body, stimulating his prostate and totally weakening his defenses. His body trembled. If Dimitri kept this up, he wouldn’t last long.

Dimitri introduced a third finger into his ass.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Eli moaned. “That feels so good.” Dimitri continued to eat him alive, sucking, stroking, nibbling, and probing him. He slid the fingers out slowly and then pushed them back in again.

Eli’s back arched as he struggled against the ties. He hated feeling so vulnerable and defenseless. He didn’t know how much more of the seduction he could take.

Dimitri sped up the process. Eli saw his head bobbing up and down and felt Dimitri’s fingers pushing in and out of him rapidly.

“I’m coming,” he shouted.

Dimitri’s head continued to bob up and down.

Eli exploded, sending his sperm deep into Dimitri’s throat.

Dimitri choked, but recovered quickly. He came up for air, licking his lips. “You taste like piña colada.” He swallowed again. “And what a gusher.”

“You’re so silly,” Eli said with a groan. He’d come so hard he felt like he broke something inside his stomach.

Dimitri climbed on top of him and untied the restraints.

“Get off me. You weigh a ton,” he lied. Dimitri had a nice, slim body. Eli rubbed his wrists to get the circulation going again.

Dimitri silenced his bitching by kissing him. His thick erection pressed into Eli’s tender stomach.

“Okay, I get the message. Less talking and more sucking. Do you want to be covered in cherry-flavored lube and devoured?”

“No,” Dimitri moaned, kissing Eli’s throat. “I’m way past the point of foreplay. I need to be inside of you.” Eli moaned too, swept away by Dimitri’s provocative words.

“Will you cherry-lube my ass?”

“Oh yeah,” Dimitri said, rising above him and gently turning him onto his stomach. “But first I need to wrap the wiener.” Eli heard the rustle of a condom package, followed by the popping of a top. Moments later his buttocks and anus were slick with lubrication. “I’m going to need another bath after this—Oh!” Dimitri slipped into him. “You could have at least given me time to finish my sentence.”

“No time for conversation,” Dimitri said as he ground into Eli’s backside. “Must concentrate.”

“Ouch,” Eli cried as Dimitri passionately humped him.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m too excited.” He slowed his roll and then withdrew.

“What’s wrong?” Eli asked.

“I want to make love to you nice and slow.” He rolled Eli over on his back. “And I want to look into those eyes and kiss you.” He parted Eli’s thighs and slid between them.

Eli helped by spreading his legs and offering himself to Dimitri.

Dimitri sighed. “Oh Lord, you look delicious.” Eli blushed. “Love me,” he said breathlessly, staring directly into Dimitri’s eyes.

“Your wish is my command.” Dimitri lifted his buttocks and penetrated him. Once inside he lay down atop Eli and proceeded to kiss him.

Eli realized Dimitri liked to kiss him to express his affection and in the future he would try to be more cooperative.

Dimitri’s tongue entered his mouth.

“Umh!” Eli moaned against Dimitri’s lips. He tasted juicy and delicious like pineapple lube and he was working that tattooed body like a master. “Ah! That hit the spot.” Dimitri chuckled, pushed up on his hands and moved his hips in a circular motion. “Ah, you’re so tight. Ooh, shit. Work that ass.” Eli tried to help Dimitri out, but at the moment he couldn’t think straight. All of a sudden reality hit him. I’m in love with Dimitri! He shuddered passionately. Could he tell him how he felt? Was it too soon in their relationship? And if he did tell him, what would he do if Dimitri told him he loved him back? Eli knew it was a foolish thing to be thinking about during intercourse, but Dimitri had to know how he felt about him. It had to be love. How else could he explain laying spread eagle in his new bed with a tattooed egotist humping his butt?

A deep plunge into his hole brought Eli back to reality. “Ooh.” He moved his butt.

Dimitri moaned. “Good, you’re back. I was beginning to think you fell asleep.”

“No!” Eli uttered as his cock hardened to near-dangerous proportions. “Quite the opposite. I’m on fire.” Dimitri laid down on him again, smashing his aching cock between them. He rolled it around against his stomach.

Eli moaned. “Stop torturing me.”

“Maybe we should change positions.” He rolled off Eli. “You, on top.”

“Huh? We’ve never done