Elias' POV

"Elias..." Clark mumbles in between kisses as we fall onto his bed. "Is this going to be another onetime thing?"

I help him pull his sweatpants off after he helps me with my shorts. We lost our shirts on the way up here.

"Do you want it to be?" I ask softly, hovering above his body. "I want whatever you want."

"I want you inside me." He captures my lips again, kissing me more fiercely than before; a tangle of tongue and teeth fueled by weeks of pent-up emotions. "And I don't want tonight to be the last time we have each other this way."

He's asking for more.

Shit. Can I give him that? Should I risk it all and take what he's offering? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. From our first kiss, this is what I've wanted. This is what we've both wanted—to have each other completely and with no barriers between us. No rules. No fake shit. Just us.

Do it. Tell him you want the same.

His hands travel down my back to grip my ass, his teeth teasingly dig into my bottom lip, and I automatically rut against him...again and again. I can barely tell down from up. Giving him an answer when all I can think about is how tight and hot he'll feel around me seems impossible.

"Friends with benefits?" he whispers against my lips. "Or whatever the fuck the kids are calling it these days."

I laugh. "I think it's still friends with benefits."

"How would you feel about that? Because we both know that once we do this, there will be no going back."

I hate to admit it, but he's right. Sex changes things big time.

We've been doing a shit job at keeping our feelings out of the mix, and this will only complicate things further, I'm sure of it. But I also want to be selfish. I want my cake and I want to be able to eat it, too.

I want Clark Ashford to be mine.

"We've crossed so many lines already," I finally speak, maintaining eye contact. "But this one is the most important one of all, so we need to be on the same page."

"I agree."

"I can do friends with benefits." You sure about that? "But if we ever get to where we feel like things aren't so friendly and are more...romantic, then we end it. No more sex."

He nods. "I'm with you."

Then that's good enough for me.

I sit back to remove his underwear, and then I remove mine, tossing them both across the room.

"I'll be gentle," I promise.

"I trust you," he says.

He tells me where to find the lube and condoms, and then I kiss him one last time before making my way down his beautiful body, leaving my marks behind. His deep moans and pleas have my dick the hardest it has ever been. I'm dying to sink inside him. But first—prep.

"Spread your legs wider for me." I smile when he obeys; Bossy Clark is nowhere to be found. "Gonna suck you and fuck you open with my tongue and fingers. That okay?"

He nods, hands already fisting the sheets. "Fuck yes, that's okay. Do it. Do whatever you want to me."

Nothing's sexier than enthusiastic consent.

With a smirk, my hands graze the insides of his thighs, feeling his muscles twitch under my touch. I'm eager as fuck, but I force myself to take it slow. I want to savor this moment and every reaction I pull from him.

"Elias..."

"Patience, handsome."

I press languid kisses along his hip bones, my teeth nipping lightly at his skin. More precum pulses out of me when his breath hitches and his legs spread just a bit wider. The sight of him completely open for me is nothing short of intoxicating.

He gasps and slightly arches off the bed when I finally take his cock in my mouth. His body tenses and then relaxes in waves as I switch between sucking him off and eating him out, getting him nice and wet.

"Fuck," he moans when one of my fingers brushes against his asshole, his hips thrusting upward. I gag a little, but I don't stop. I never want to stop. "Elias..."

I hum with him still in my mouth; the vibration makes him leak even more down my throat, and I swear I almost come at the feeling of it. It's hot and filthy and it makes me want to continue pushing him so I can see how much he can take before he falls apart.

"You're such a tease," he pants, still fucking into my mouth. "Get inside me already. Please, baby."

A wave of possessiveness surges through me at the command.

I keep sucking him while carefully working a wet finger inside his tight hole. It's sexy as hell watching his eyes roll to the back of his head while I stretch him open one finger at a time. I add a third finger when he starts to fuck me back, careful to be gentle but firm, and his tiny gasps tell me he's loving it just as much as I am.

I release him to check in. "You okay?"

"Just fucking perfect," he groans, pulling me up to meet his lips. I feel him tighten around my fingers as he tastes himself, and if I don't get inside him soon, I might actually drop dead from blue balls. "Fuck, Elias!"

A shudder goes through him, and he clamps down hard around my fingers when I brush against his prostate. Found it. His head falls back onto the pillow, and he lets out another low growl of pleasure that has me throbbing.

"Fuck me," he whispers into my mouth, licking and kissing me, as his pleading eyes meet mine while his nails dig into my back. "Right now. I need you..."

Damn. I thought drunk Clark was cute and clingy. But that was before I met the Clark who bottoms and unashamedly begs to be fucked. This version is dangerous. I'll absolutely fall for him if I'm not careful.

"What drawer is the stuff in again?" I ask, breathless, licking at his swollen lips. "Third?"

"Yes. Hurry."

I separate from him long enough to grab the lube and condoms. I'm quick to sheath my dick and apply a generous amount of lube to both of us. His legs fall back open for me, and I rest in between them while using one hand to align myself at his entrance.

Another tremor rocks him when I push the head of my dick inside him.

"How do you like it?" I bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent while drowning in his tight heat. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"Fuck me how you like to be fucked."

Goddamn this man. He's making it too easy to fall in love with him.

"I can do that." Trying, and failing, to steady my breathing, I slowly push the rest of myself inside him.

His body continues to tremble under me as I work through his tightness. I should've asked when last he bottomed. Had to have been a while based on how he's reacting to everything I've done. Either way, I'm flattered he trusts me enough to have him this way.

"You feel incredible." My breath shudders when I'm buried to the hilt. I pause, giving him time to adjust to me, planting kisses all over his face until he laughs. "Can't help myself. You're too fucking cute when you get this way."

He smiles lazily, and I swear I've never seen him this relaxed before. "What way am I?"

"Needy and submissive." I pull out and thrust back in before he can respond. He exhales my name like a prayer, each stroke making him whimper and buck up against me. "That's it. Fuck me back."

From the look in his eyes to our bodies moving together in rhythm, everything about this moment feels right. Too right. My heart can't take much more after I hit his prostate against and he fucking whines for me to go harder, his legs automatically tightening around my waist.

"You're too good at this," he pants, brows furrowed in bliss. "Way too good."

I chuckle lowly, pressing another kiss to his lips. "It's not me. It's you."

"No." He shakes his head, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. "You're perfect."

Don't take the words to heart. It's just sex. He doesn't know what he's saying right now.

Doesn't mean I'll forget, unfortunately.

"I'm close," I moan when he clenches around me again. "Hold on. I need to have you like this."

I switch our positions without pulling out of him. He immediately takes back control and rides me like we'll never do this again. I look him in the eyes while reaching out to stroke his cock. My name falls from his lips again in desperate cries as he reaches his peak.

"Come for me," I order. "Make a mess on my dick."

"Oh, fuck..." His body stiffens and his eyes close shut, mouth hanging open, and his nails digging into my thighs as he arches his back and comes in my hand.

Watching him fall apart and feeling his sweet hole convulse around me violently pushes me over the edge, too. I happily follow him into ecstasy with his name tumbling from my lips until he shuts me up with a sloppy kiss.

My toes continue to tingle well after my orgasm fizzles out, and I swear I see stars when I open my eyes again.

"Wish I could keep you inside me all night," Clark whispers against my lips. I nearly come again when he takes my hand from his cock and licks it clean, each finger getting a little action. "You made me remember how good it feels being on the receiving end. Thanks for taking care of me."

"You're welcome," I reply, breathless and still in a daze. "And I'm sorry your past lovers were shit in bed."

He laughs. "I don't think any of them had nearly as much passion as we have together."

Wow. So post-fucked Clark is a yapper?

Noted.

"Well, luckily you don't have to worry about them anymore." I sit up and wrap my arms around his waist, accepting another kiss. "You have me now. So, please, use me whenever and however you'd like."

Because I'm not going anywhere.

"I think you should change this and put a new one on." He rolls his hips and purposely clenches around me, referencing the condom. "I want you again."

"Careful, you might become addicted," I tease.

He smirks. "Too late for that."