He needs control. Needs this. My hands clench into thwarted fists but I place them over my head, crossing them at the wrists as if he has me bound. From his expression, he appreciates the imagery.
“I’m starting to think that team bus book club put ideas in your head.”
He looks into my eyes. “Not the book. This is all you.”
It’s hard for me to believe, yet I know he’s telling the truth. I do this to him. He wants me this much. “I won’t touch you, as long as you don’t make me wait anymore.”
He carefully removes his fingers from my ass and picks up the condom before unbuttoning his jeans. God, he’s beautiful. Flushed cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Jaw tight, muscles flexing and contracting as he tears open the foil and rolls the condom down his thick shaft.
It really is a beast of a cock.
But instead of anxiety, I feel empty. Eager. I need him inside as far as he can go. Part of me wants to roll over onto my hands and knees so he can get deeper, but I can’t miss this show. I don’t want to miss a single expression on his face. Not this first time.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and leans forward, hovering over me. I feel completely open. Vulnerable. Ready. “Please.”
Elliot looks down at me, making a predatory sound that has my cock dripping. He tips the bottle of lube over his shaft and again between my cheeks before setting it aside. Then I feel him pushing against me. Working himself inside.
Big. I breathe out, forcing myself to relax so I can take more, but it’s a struggle. Seconds race by and we’re already trembling with the effort. I know he’s trying not to hurt me, but it’s too slow. Too much. I need more.
“I can take it. Fuck me. I need—God!”
As if he was waiting for that signal, Elliot thrusts deep, so hard our flesh slaps as we fuse together. His shout merges with mine, and then he turns his head to nuzzle my leg. Breathless. “You okay? I can stop.”
“Stop asking me that, and no you can’t,” I huff, trying to focus after my eyes rolled back in my head. “Kiss me.”
“Bossy.” He dips his head, and the move drives him even deeper, making us both gasp at how amazing it feels. Like coming home.
“Nothing’s ever been this good,” he rasps against my lips. “I didn’t know it could feel this fucking good.”
I nod, because same, and lift my head to attack his mouth. He can’t know what he’s doing to me. We’ve barely started and I’m already ruined because he’s right. Nothing has ever felt like this. “Give me more.”
He grunts and starts to move. Slowly at first, because he’s testing the waters—or he’s a giant tease. I haven’t decided. His thrusts are long and deep. Thorough. I want to slap his ass, kick his shoulders and force him to pick up the pace. I want him to keep going, because this feels like making love instead of what it has to be.
He must sense my restlessness, because he reaches up and covers both my wrists with one big hand. I test the shackle and it tightens in warning.
“Let me,” he warns in a low rumble.
I shouldn’t test him again.
“Fuck me.” I test him again.
“Is that what you want?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead, Elliot Ransom proceeds to fuck. He fucks like he’s been training for it his whole life. Like it’s the only thing he’s ever done and he’s perfected the art, setting the bar too high for anyone who comes for his title.
“Oh God.”
“Like this? Is this what you needed? For me to hold you down and fuck you until you scream?”
“Yes!”
Every time I catch my breath, he rips it away from me with another deep thrust of his cock. His hips are pistons and his grip on me is absolute and unforgiving.
I’ve never been so ready to come.
I want him to let me go so I can stroke my own cock because I’m close. When he changes the angle and starts pounding against that spot I love, I forget my name and shout his instead.
“You coming with me, Joey?” he mutters against my ear before he takes my lobe between his teeth. “I can’t wait anymore. Not this time. I want you to come. I need to be inside you when it happens. I need to feel it.”
My dick is so hard it hurts, it feels like a hot poker burning between us. “Touch me.”
Without missing a beat, he’s stroking me roughly with his big hand and my body is singing, shouting, breaking apart. “Like that. Oh God, oh fuck, Elliot, don’t stop.”
I can feel everything. The hot liquid spurting on my stomach, the callouses on his hands, the muscles bunching under my calves and the thick cock trying to plow me through the hotel bed and into the ground.