
Against The Grain
edisampson2005 · Ongoing · 105.8k Words
Introduction
Elliot Sinclair, a billionaire, the heir to the Sinclair legacy is in love. And it's not with his fiancee Clara Dawson. It's with Jonah Hartfield, another man! Their relationship is forbidden. If the public finds out Elliot is doomed. Jonah is possessive and jealous, Elliot has to balance, his family's wishes and his relationship with Jonah. Would he have to sacrifice one for the other? Or can he manage to save both?
Chapter 1
Jonah's hands gripped Elliot's hair pulling him deeper into the kiss as Elliot delivered heated strokes from below. Only Elliot could make him feel this way. Elliot's lips found his way to his neck. Whispering, "You feel so good as always." Jonah let out a strangled moan. Elliot draped his hand across Elliot's torso pulling him closer as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.
Elliot's cock brushing against his prostate. Jonah couldn't hold back his moans as they got louder and louder. He was almost sure they woke up the neighborhood. Sweat dripping from Elliot's body as he hovered over Jonah, muscles flexed as he worked over time.
The taut feeling of Jonah's stomach gave sign that Jonah was about to cum. With an evil grin Elliot stopped and pulled out his cock. Jonah gasped at the feeling of emptiness. "Hey!" He screamed. "That was so mean." He continued. " The night is still young pet." Elliot said as he chuckled darkly. "I don't like teasing."Jonah said, his breath catching in his throat. The feeling of emptiness where Elliot had been was already making him ache. Elliot's chuckle sent shivers down his spine. "Patience, my love," Elliot said, his eyes locked on Jonah's. "The best is yet to come." He slowly reached for something on the nightstand, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. He picked it up and turned back to Jonah, a wicked glint in his eyes.
The sound of light buzzing was heard in the room. Jonah looked on panting in anticipation. Elliot lightly brushed the vibrator over Jonah's asshole. Jonah panted and gulped in anticipation of the pleasure. After a few back and forth Elliot turned it off. Jonah sat up on his elbows, with a pout and said, "I said I don't like teasing. It's not fa......" Words hooking in his throat as Elliot placed the vibrator to his asshole and swallowed his cock whole. He turned on the vibrator, alternating between speeds as Jonah gripped the sheets. His face scrunched up in pleasure. Elliot watched Jonah, a smirk playing on his lips. He could feel Jonah’s body tensing beneath him, the tremors of anticipation running through him. He increased the vibrator’s speed, a low hum filling the room. “Are you going to beg for it?” he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Jonah’s ear. “Tell me how much you want it.” Jonah let out a strangled moan, "More.... I just need more." "As you wish." Elliot whispered with a dark grin on his face .
Elliot resumed his double assault on Jonah. His mouth doing wonders to his cock nearly sucking his brains out and the vibrator in his asshole. Jonah’s hips bucked against Elliot, his body arching as the combined sensations of the vibrator and Elliot’s deep kisses overwhelmed him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat, a strangled cry of pleasure escaping his lips. He gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, his toes curling. He was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion, the vibrations pulsing through him, each one a wave of pure bliss.He was so close, so close. And then, release. His face scrunched up and with a low groan as his body shot ropes and ropes of cum into Elliot's mouth. His body shuddering. When he was done, Elliot kissed him. Them reveling in the taste of Jonah.
Jonah collapsed back against the pillows, his breathing ragged. He felt drained, but utterly satisfied. He looked up at Elliot, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "I love you." Elliot said as he looked at Jonah with admiration. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Elliot’s jaw. “That was… incredible, I love you too” he murmured, his voice still thick with pleasure. "Yh but the night is still young and I'm not done with you yet." Elliot said breathlessly. Turning him over so Jonah laid stomach down, ass up. Without hesitation or warning Elliot thrust into Jonah causing Jonah to moan out loud once more.
The rays of sunlight stream into the room. Jonah's eyes flutters open a smile on his face as he reminisces about last night's events. Elliot always had a way of making him feel special each night they spent together. His attention is drawn to the bathroom door as Elliot steps out, his hair dripping wet and a towel tied round his waist.
"Took a shower without me? That's not fair." Jonah said eyeing Elliot's body. "You looked so tired from last night and I didn't want to wake you up." Elliot said while reaching for his clothes. A blush crept up Jonah's cheeks. "Where are you rushing to so early this morning?" Jonah asked "Mom and Dad called and decided to hold the engagement party this evening. I have to get ready." Elliot said while slipping on his watch. "What?! Can't the date be moved? It doesn't even make sense for them to rush an engagement party." Jonah complained. "I know, mum and dad are becoming unbearable these days. I tried to reason with them but they're hell bent on announcing the engagement this evening. Something about public image and business." Elliot explained "But you promised that you'll spend the whole week with me." Jonah said deflated "I know I promised but what would you rather have me do?" Elliot asked while walking into the kitchen.
"Maybe! I'd rather have you stand up to your parents and say no for once. This happens all the time it happened when Clara came into the picture, when you proposed to her and now this. You keep making promises, you can't keep all because you're being mummy and daddy's puppet." Jonah said while following him into the kitchen. "This not something to angry over Jonah. Let's not ruin the beautiful night we spent together over this. It's just that this is out of my control." Elliot says facing Jonah with his hand around his waist. "I promise this is the last time all mum and dad want is a good public image and once I give them that we'll be free." Elliot reassured Jonah. "Well let's hope you keep your promise this time around." Jonah grumbled with a frown on his face. "I love you, but I have to go right now." Elliot says and gives Jonah a chaste kiss and steps out the door. Leaving Jonah with a frown on his face and his terrible mood.
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