The First Three Rules (22 page)

Ellis had one knee on the bed when Jon put his hands on Ellis’s hips. Jon said, “Wait, let me see you.”

“Why?” Ellis looked over his shoulder. He always blushed at times like these.

“Do I have to have a reason?”

“There should be one.”

“Then because I want to. Because I like to.”

He stood in front of Jon with his eyes closed and his head down. Ellis wasn’t dainty in any way, but he could curl himself up until he looked almost fragile.

“Why do you hide from me?” Jon said.

Ellis shrugged.

“Look at me.”

He lifted his head, but he didn’t open his eyes until Jon cupped his face. Ellis hadn’t shaved and the fine stubble on his jaw rasped against Jon’s palm. There was another patch dusting his chin. It was the same blond color as Ellis’s hair and almost invisible against his skin.

“I guess I’ve done it for so long that I don’t know how to quit.”

“Will you try?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Will you at least try with me?”

Ellis nodded.

“Thank you.” He let Ellis go and he climbed on the bed. The sight of Ellis on his knees with his round ass in the air, jerked Jon’s insides.

Ellis lay down like Jon had instructed and propped his head on his arms.

Jon took his time dragging his gaze over Ellis’s body. Built of soft lines and subtle muscles he was almost elegant, but his square build kept him masculine.

Jon’s hands itched to touch him, but tonight he would take his time. He would fuck Ellis until neither one of them would be able to stand. He was going to find out just how many times he could make Ellis come, even if it took hours.

He climbed up on the bed and was pleased when Ellis spread his legs without having to ask. The position tucked his nuts back between his body and the comforter. Jon placed a kiss on the back of Ellis’s knee. He barely jumped. Jon did it again on the back of his thigh. Ellis sighed. It turned into a moan when Jon licked a line to the curve of his ass. Already the scent of arousal permeated Ellis’s skin, adding a deep rich flavor to the clean taste of soap.

He kissed Ellis at the top of his crack. Jon said, “I’m going to do something different to you.”

“What?” Ellis looked back at him.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I also don’t want you to go crawling off the bed.” Jon nodded at the iron head board. “Put your hand on the rungs.” It warmed Jon’s heart when Ellis did as he asked. Jon smoothed his hands over Ellis’s butt cheeks and then pushed them apart. Ellis tensed, but he didn’t move. Jon pressed his tongue against Ellis’s opening.

“What are you doing?” He started to sit up.

“Trust me. Lie down, hold on.”

“You can’t…not there.”

“What? Use my tongue on you?”

“Yes…I mean… Not there. That’s not…”

“You’re clean, you just showered.”

“That’s not…I…”

Jon petted Ellis up his back until he had a hand planted on the mattress beside each shoulder. Jon kissed Ellis on his neck. “Trust me.”

“I do.”

“Then lay down and let me make you feel good.”

Ellis turned around.

Jon massaged Ellis’s hips and thighs until some of the tension drained from his body. Jon nestled between Ellis’s legs and pushed his ass cheeks apart again. Ellis shivered.

Jon licked Ellis’s opening and he hissed. Jon did it again, only slower, savoring the musky taste. Ellis buried a high pitched moan into the pillow.

At least they didn’t have to worry about waking up Rudy. Between sleeping like the dead and having his TV turned up, unless Ellis screamed at the top of his lungs, Rudy wouldn’t hear them.

Making Ellis do just that had some appeal. Not tonight though, but one day Jon would. One day, Ellis would beg for this, he’d spread himself without shame and demand Jon fulfill his every need.

One day
.

Would there be a one day?

Jon circled his tongue around the edge of Ellis’s hole, teasing the clenched ring of muscle. He shuddered and rocked against the mattress.

“Jon…” His name came out on an agonized moan.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Jon dragged his tongue from the cleft of Ellis’s ass all the way to his taint. He returned to Ellis’s opening and blew across the wet skin.

“Ah…” Ellis jerked.

Jon lapped away the chill.

“Please, Jon, oh…”

“I’m right here.” He probed Ellis’s opening with the tip of his tongue, slicking it up enough to push in a finger. Jon continued to tease Ellis while thrusting his finger in and out.

“Oh, God…” Ellis bucked off the mattress. “Jon…Jon…Please…” With every breath, Ellis gasped. “I’m going to…Jon, stop. I don’t want to. Not yet…” The force of his grip on the headboard turned his knuckles white. “Please, Jon, don’t make me…yet.”

Jon stopped and Ellis collapsed.

“You okay?”

Ellis nodded.

Jon crawled over him. “You sure?” He kissed the back of Ellis’s neck.

“Yeah. That was…”

“You liked it.”

Ellis pressed his face into the pillow.

“Tell me.” Jon lowered himself until his cock rested against Ellis’s ass crack and nudged a path between his legs. “Tell me, Ellis.” Jon rolled his hips and Ellis lifted his hips.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Why?”

Ellis lifted his head and rolled his eyes. “There is no way that can be sanitary.”

Jon laughed.

“Well, it’s true.”

“You took a shower.”

“That’s not the point.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with my cock in your mouth.”

Ellis dropped his face back onto the pillow. His ears glowed red.

“I don’t think I have ever seen anyone blush as much as you.” And with pale skin every speck showed. Ellis said something but it was muffled. “I can’t understand you.”

He turned his head a little. “I said, I can’t help it.”

“I know. That’s what makes it so fun.”

Ellis glared at Jon. Then he sighed. “You’re right.”

“About you blushing?”

“No, yes. I mean, the other. What you did.”

“Rimming.”

Ellis made a face. “It has a name?”

“Yep.” Jon kissed Ellis’s shoulder and his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Okay, that. I know I’m not the first person you’ve done that to and you obviously haven’t died from it yet.”

“Not from doing it, no. But from having it done to me? I’m sure I played chicken a dozen times with a heart attack.”

Ellis’s mouth thinned out and some of the flush washed out of his cheeks.

“Don’t worry.” Jon rolled his hips and nipped the back of Ellis’s neck. “I won’t ever ask you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“But I should be comfortable, right?”

“No. Not necessarily.”

“You won’t get angry?” His tone was almost a whisper.

Jon held Ellis’s gaze. There was so much hope in his eyes, so much desire, and want to please that Jon didn’t think he deserved. But Ellis gave it to him, without reserve, without expecting anything back.

“No,” Jon said. “I’ll never be angry with you.”

Ellis relaxed into the pillow.

“Now I want you to roll over.”

“You promised.” Ellis said.

“And I’ll deliver, but right now I want you to turn over.”

Jon lifted himself up on his arms, high enough to give Ellis room. When Ellis was on his back, he lowered himself until their bodies touched. Ellis ran his hands up Jon’s arms and cupped the back of his head. Jon pressed his mouth to Ellis’s. He parted his lips and wrestled against Jon’s tongue.

God, the ferocity in Ellis’s reaction made Jon’s balls ache. Ellis tightened his hands in Jon’s hair, forcing him to kiss harder. Jon moaned and Ellis swallowed it down, growing more rabid in his fight to gain control of the kiss.

Jon surrendered and Ellis smiled, looking pleased.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Jon said.

Ellis laughed. “I don’t know.”

Jon sucked at Ellis’s bottom lip before brushing his lips over Ellis’s mouth. “I like it,” Jon said.

Ellis tried to catch Jon’s mouth and he pulled away. “Now that I know you can, you’re going to have to work for it.” Ellis yanked on his hair. Jon let Ellis drag him down until they shared an exhale. Ellis flicked his tongue out and across Jon’s lips. Again, just inside his mouth. Ellis held Jon’s gaze. The blatant possessiveness glowing in Ellis’s blue-gray eyes made Jon catch his breath.

He was wrong to think he was going to fuck Ellis, and making love to him wasn’t a strong enough word. Jon was going to worship the man in front of him. Every inch, every part. He was going to let him know how much he deserved to be wanted.

“Lie on your back,” Ellis said.

Jon did.

“I’m going to use my mouth on you, because you said you enjoy it, but it doesn’t mean you get to skimp out on the rest.”

Jon grinned. “I wouldn’t think about it.” Ellis started to move down, Jon caught his arm. “Knees over my chest.

“What?”

“Turn around and put your knees over my chest. You’re not the only one who wants a taste.”

“If you do that to me, I’ll come.”

“And that’s bad?”

“Yes. I don’t want to without you.”

“Turn around. I promise I won’t push you too far.”

Ellis narrowed his eyes. “You better not.” He straddled Jon. Looking up at the beautiful cock above, the lightly furred balls and the valley of Ellis’s ass crack, made Jon wonder if he was going to be able to stick with his promise.

Wet warmth slid across the head of Jon’s cock and he moaned. The gentle suction that followed pulled a tingling flash across his stomach right to the tip. Ellis took Jon deeper. He slid his hands up Ellis’s thighs, over the curve of his ass and back. The convulsing in Ellis’s throat traveled down his tongue and he pulled back. His breathe huffed in and out of his nose.

“Easy, don’t try so hard.” But he would. Ellis’s desperation to please Jon spoke to him every time he attempted to make him come this way. No matter how many times Jon tried to convince Ellis it wasn’t a failure, the disappointment showed in his expression.

Never in Jon’s life had anyone been so concerned about meeting his needs. Jon hadn’t had that many serious relationships, but he’d had enough to realize that in all of Ellis’s inexperience and hesitation, it was evident he knew how to do one thing with near perfection. Ellis knew how to love; selfless and unconditional.

How could Jon ever live up to someone like that and give himself back in equal measure? He knew how to give a lover physical pleasure. He knew how to be attentive. He knew how to care. He even knew how to love.

But he did not know how to open himself, leaving his insides exposed, every secret, every thought, every emotion. How to let it go. How to be vulnerable.

How to share his soul.

Jon wasn’t even sure if he did know how to do all those things that he could. There were too many dark, ugly and violent memories festering inside him.

Ellis hummed as he took Jon deep again. He gripped Ellis’s cock and angled it back. A drop of precum painted Jon’s bottom lip. He flicked out his tongue, teasing the slit before circling the head. Jon gave Ellis a few deep strokes and then a long pull of suction before he let go. When he looked down the line of his body Ellis watched him under the crook of his arm.

Jon gave Ellis’s thigh a reassuring squeeze and Ellis returned his attention back to the cock in his hand. Good, Jon wanted to have the element of surprise.

Ellis did something with his tongue and lips that made Jon jump and tightened the coil of heat in gut. Ellis was definitely getting better at this.

Jon wet two fingers and circled Ellis’s opening while sucking on his cock. The muscles in Ellis’s legs tightened and he bobbed his head faster.

This wasn’t a race, but even if it was, Jon knew how to cheat and win. He took Ellis all the way to the back of his throat, and at the same time pushed a finger in. Ellis jerked upright, coming off of Jon’s cock with a surprised bark. Jon bumped his finger against Ellis’s prostate and he arched back, rocking in time with Jon’s thrusts. He didn’t wait very long before adding another.

“Jon…God.” Ellis’s entire body rippled.

Jon had never had a lover as responsive as this. Eating up every touch and begging for more. Ellis tried to go down on Jon again, but he increased his thrust and sucked hard at the end of Ellis’s cock.

Ellis buried a moan into Jon’s thigh and made a few uncoordinated attempts to use his hand.

“Jon, you promised!” Ellis all but howled when Jon curled his fingers. “Please, please, please.”

Jon encouraged Ellis to pump his hips by pulling him back. His resistance didn’t last and he fucked Jon’s mouth. The bitter salty taste on Jon’s tongue became richer. Jon gave one deep push with his fingers and Ellis’s cock pulsed.

Jon struggled to keep from strangling as cum flooded his mouth.

Ellis dropped his forehead against Jon’s thigh. He let Ellis go and removed his fingers. When Ellis didn’t move, Jon pulled him by his arm.

“C’mere.”

Ellis did and lay down beside him. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows scrunched together. Jon ran his thumb over the valley of frustration stretched across Ellis’s forehead.

When Ellis opened his eyes it wasn’t anger flashing in his gaze, but disappointment. Jon smiled because he didn’t plan to let it last long.

“Why did you do that?” Ellis caught Jon’s hand and made him stop. “You promised me.”

“I know.”

“So, now for a third night in a row you don’t get to finish. And don’t you dare tell me it doesn’t matter. It may not to you, but it does to me.”

And Jon knew why. Because like everything else in his life, Ellis put himself second. Well, tonight Jon wouldn’t allow it.

“Who says I’m done?”

“And what happens if I can’t get hard again?”

“You have before.”

“Jon…”

Jon kissed him, invading Ellis’s mouth with his tongue, feeding him the flavor of his cum. When he pulled back, Ellis was glassy eyed and panting. “Now, turn on your side.”

For a moment, Ellis looked like he was going to argue then he gave Jon his back. Jon reached over him and snagged a condom and the bottle of lubricant.