Built For Sin

ELIJAH I was roused from slumber by the ringing six forty five a.m alarm I had set. My hands reached out to slap the screaming clock quiet after which I just lay there in bed staring at the ceiling boards. I barely slept these past few days and my eyes were mercilessly burning badly. It had been way past midnight when I had arrived home in the early hours of the morning. My day had been spent sitting beside Grey at the hospital because he was immobile. His leg was in a cast. And though his face was kind of bruised badly, he kept cracking weak jokes to entertain me and make me stay longer. I couldn’t leave him alone like that. Now I had to see myself to school even when I was as tired as a dehydrated camel. I dragged myself out of bed to do the cumbersome task of brushing my teeth. My blue jeans were pulled on alongside a plain black shirt after a cold shower. Cologne and a scent from my bottles of arab perfumes followed next. My mind went straight back to Mic

MICHAEL Elijah. The damn boy wouldn’t leave me alone for a moment. His eyes lingered on me at every lecture. He was at every turn I took with that arrogant smirk pasted on his face. And those shameless comments he made publicly every chance he got? They were infuriating considering it was his way of making his desire known to me. I knew well enough that other students had eyes on me just like him. But at least they were discreet. Unlike him, not trying to hide his attraction away like the rest of them. That was what had drawn me to him the first time I had met him at the gay bar. His eyes. They were so expressive. Every single emotion he was feeling in the moment our gaze collided was vivid. And he looked gorgeous up close. The kiss we had shared was even better. If that phone call had not interrupted us that day, it would have been a different story. I would have found it hard to detach myself from the student I had fucked. Elijah would never have

ELIJAH The ding sound of the elevator opening distracted me from his mouth. His lips never left mine as he dragged me out. We stumbled into the hallway. The salsa we did to the door without being able to fully see where we were going during the kiss must have been quite hilarious to watch. Anyways, the door soon slammed shut behind us after we stumbled into the room. And then he pinned against the wood as his mouth started devouring my neck. “God, you taste—” He bit down on my skin. I moaned. “You want me?” I teased, even though my breath was already tagged. He pulled back just enough for him to meet my eyes through the mask. His voice was low, dangerous. Slurred with heat. “I need you.” Those words. It made my prick hard. Harder than it had ever been in my entire life. "Then take me." That was all the invitation he needed. He stepped back. "Strip," he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons.

MICHAEL The kiss was explosive. It was rough this time. And I sank my teeth into his lower lip until he moaned into my mouth. I grabbed Elijah by his arm and pulled him hard against my chest. His body crashed into mine, his cock hard and ready from foreplay. "You wanted this so bad," I growled deeply against his luscious lips. "Now you will be getting exactly what you have asked for." He let out a chuckle. "Don't threaten me with a good time." My brows rose. "We shall see about that." My grip was firm on his arms as I dragged him across the large room. The hotel had a private BDSM suite which was attached to the VIP rooms. And I knew it very well. I pushed the door open and shoved him inside but roughly against the left wall. Inside was dark. The lights were low. Chains and hooks hung from the ceiling and the bed. A large bed was sitting in the middle with built-in restraints at every corner of the posts. Elijah's eyes widened. I bet he had never s

ELIJAH I was wrapped in Michael's strong arms when I woke. And his warm chest was just pressing against my back in a spoon position. I could even feel his cock resting against my ass. I rolled slightly away but carefully so I wouldn't wake him up until I was now lying down on my back. And I noticed that even the room around us still smelt like sex, bodily fluids and the sweat that had dried out from last night. Each anf every inch of my body was aching in the best way possible from everything that he had done to me last night while he had brought me pleasure. I stayed still for a few minutes. My ears were simply listening to his slow and even breathing even while my eyes remained on his face. That was because he looked rather peaceful and not at all like a sadist while he slept. My gaze fell on his cock that was now visible because the blanket had shifted downwards. It was standing tall and proud there. I bit my lower lip. My idle but wandering hand carefully moved down s