His breath on the head of my cock makes me shiver. There’s something erotic about being naked with this strong, fully-clothed, perfect specimen of manhood at my feet. I feel both powerful and vulnerable. I skim his short, soft hair with my palm. Not to guide him—I just need to touch him.
“Please,” I whisper, urging him on.
“I’ve thought about you sucking my cock, your mouth stretched around me.” The heat of his words on my skin makes me jerk in his hand. “I’ve thought about making you take everything. Pumping deep until I can feel you swallow around me.”
Yes.
“I-is that what you want to do instead?” This might be too much for him to start with. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” He makes a fist around the base of my shaft and I moan in surprise. “That’s what I was getting at. I didn’t know I’d want this just as much. That my mouth would fucking water when I got this close.”
Mother of—“Yes.”
He mouths my flushed head, licking up a drop of my precum. When he moans, the sound shoots up my spine and tightens my balls.
Then I’m in his mouth and it’s—“That’s good. Jesus, that’s so good.”
He’s a quick study. Hand twisting and stroking, mouth sucking on my dick like a pro until my hips are pulsing helplessly, right on the edge of the bed. “Shit, I’m falling.”
He lifts his mouth to look at me, his pupils blown. Then he’s got me by the hips, lifting and tossing me further back on the bed like my weight is nothing. He’s so damn strong.
I push up on my elbows in time to see him tearing at his shirt and stepping out of his shoes before he climbs onto the bed, eyes on my body.
“I need you to be ready for this.”
Every part of me is ready, but I know what he means. I reach over blindly, tossing him the lube and a condom. “Then get me ready.”
He snags a pillow and slips it under my hips, then leans down and bites the skin there hard enough to make me gasp. “I like seeing my mark on you. Did that hurt?”
“I can handle it. You don’t have to go easy on me. It’s one of the perks.” While I reach up to scrape his nipples with my short nails and tug his chest hair, he licks his lips and opens the bottle one-handed.
“Is that so?”
I let my knuckles drag along his ridiculous abs. “I like that you can toss me around. Put me where you want me. Mark me. Every time I think about letting you, it makes me hard.”
His kiss is his response, and I’m drowning in the taste of him, his stubble scratching my chin. When his wet finger slides between the cheeks of my ass, I spread my legs, moaning into his mouth when he starts massaging the tight ring.
My whole world narrows to those small, firm circles. The pressure increasing until he finds his way inside. The relief of that feeling of fullness.
I lift my lips and suck in a few shallow breaths. “You can do deeper. There’s a spot…”
“This spot?” Elliot’s blunt fingertip scrapes my prostate and my body spasms beneath him.
“Fuck. How did you know?”
He bites my chin and adds a second finger to the first, watching my face as he stretches me. “I know I’m out of the loop about some things, but I know my own body pretty damn well, Joey. And if all else fails, I know how to do an internet search to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Oh okay, hell, you have to clear out your history now, but thank God and Google.”
I feel his laughter against my neck, and then he’s lifting his head to look into my eyes. After a moment, amusement is surpassed by need again. His breath is on my lips, his gaze locked on mine as we both focus on his fingers inside of me.
The intimacy almost shatters me. He’s seeing me. Seeing things I’ve never shown to anyone else. Showing me more than I know what to do with.
“I’m in you, Joey.” He sounds like he almost can’t believe it. “You’re hot and tight in here. I knew you would be. You don’t know how much willpower it took for me to leave this ass alone the other night.”
I lift my hips off the bed in time with his shallow thrusts and take his fingers deeper. “You don’t have to leave it alone now. I don’t want you to. Take off your pants, you tease. Give me a swing with that bat.”
He grins and growls simultaneously at my bad reference, and I reach for his zipper.
“No.”
I freeze, looking up at him. “No?”
“Hands above your head.”
At my questioning look, his eyes narrow. “I won’t be able to control myself if you touch me before I get inside you. Can you handle that?”