Chapter 8 #2
I didn’t even mind that his hand had stilled on my dick.
I was too enthralled by the feel of his against my palm, surprisingly warm given how cool the rest of him usually was.
I’d only caught glimpses of it last night, but I knew it was long and slimmer than mine.
It stretched toward his left hip, trapped in his underwear, and when I trailed my fingers along it again to the head, I felt a tiny spot of wetness seeping through the fabric.
My mouth went dry, an unsteady breath stuttering from my lungs against his lips.
Elliot’s breath hitched, and his unmoving fingers tightened around my length when I shifted my hand a bit higher to reach the waistband of his underwear.
His breathing sped up against my lips as I began sliding my fingertips beneath the tight fabric.
I was still trembling, and I knew he could feel it, because he released a hoarse sound and reached down to cover my hand with his, stilling its movements.
“You don’t have to, Ricky,” he said softly, voice strained.
“I want to. I want you so much, Elliot.” I found the courage to kiss him this time, tugging his bottom lip between mine and sucking gently.
Elliot groaned, the sound hoarse and helpless, and practically melted into me. His open mouth slanted over mine, tongue sweeping inside with another desperate little moan, before he pulled back to glance around us quickly, making sure we were still alone.
“Here,” he panted, gently nudging my hand out of the way to reach into his underwear himself. “Let me. I want to…”
I was staring avidly, and a needy little whimper escaped me when I saw the flash of his pale cock in the darkness, long and stiff, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a rosy head.
But before I could reach for it, feel it bare in my hand for the first time, Elliot was hurriedly shifting closer.
I gasped when his hard cock pressed against mine, bare skin to bare skin in sensation so unique and so unbearably intimate that I started to shake.
“Oh m-my god…”
Elliot wrapped his hand around both of us, pinning our cocks together, and stroked.
A louder gasp escaped me. My hands shot out to fist his sweatshirt, needing to cling to him in some way, to ground me so I didn’t evaporate into a cloud of pure pleasure.
When my head tipped back to thunk against the damp wood behind me, Elliot groaned and nuzzled my throat, kissing and licking his way along my neck.
The dual sensations made my eyes roll back in my skull.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he breathed, breathing hard and fast against my throat. He scraped his teeth lightly over the bend of my neck, making me shiver as he groaned and a shudder rippled down his spine. “You’re leaking so much. It’s so hot, Ricky.”
I was. I could feel it, feel the way it was making our cockheads slide together wetly, the slippery friction almost mind-numbing.
I forced my heavy head back up so I could watch.
I needed to see our cocks pressed tightly together.
When I did, a whimpering moan escaped me and my hips strained forward, moving against his, sliding the sensitive undersides of our cocks together within his fist. My pre-cum was coating his crown, making both of our tips shiny in the weak moonlight.
Elliot moaned, sounding almost drunk with pleasure, and started pumping his hand over both of us faster. My knees almost buckled, and when my balls drew up tight as my orgasm got closer, they brushed against his and I moaned so loud I had to slap a hand over my mouth to try and muffle it.
“Fuck, Ricky,” Elliot panted, eyes hazy and unfocused with lust as he watched me. He tugged my hand away and immediately thrust his tongue into my mouth, burying his fingers in my hair to keep me locked in the kiss.
Which was fortunate, because I’d reached the point of no return, and I couldn’t stop moaning.
My thighs were quaking wildly, my lower back was tightening, and my cock was pulsing against his, getting stiffer and more sensitive with every second.
His pumping fist was no longer offering quite enough friction, not for the rate at which my orgasm was now barreling down on me, so I started rocking my hips against his, thrusting our cocks together faster and harder.
Elliot was breathing hard into the kiss, desperately trying to keep it going even though we were both losing concentration as we neared the edge.
Soon our tongues were just winding together feverishly as we panted into each other’s mouths, bodies moving with the desperation that meant we were both seconds away from tipping over.
It hit me first, my limbs seizing up as I shook uncontrollably. I came so hard all my senses shut off for a second or two, until I felt the cum leaving me in heavy spurts and coating his hand. Liquid heat dripped back down to coat our lengths as my cock throbbed against Elliot’s.
“Holy shit—” He cut the strained words off with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a helpless, trembling groan as he started to come.
His body sank heavily against mine, shaking hard, his fingers twitching and jerking erratically as he pumped the last spurts of cum out of both of us.
He buried his face in my neck, breathing hard, lips parted against my skin.
When the tension finally bled from his frame, he loosed a shaky groan and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to my neck.
I was trying to catch my breath too, still clutching at his sweatshirt under the jacket.
Every time I blinked, I saw tiny fireworks against my closed lids.
My head felt a little full, like it was swimming, and the sounds of the ocean waves were muffled at first until they finally began to sharpen, along with everything else: The creak of the wooden decks around us.
The gentle breeze rustling the palm trees decorating the front yards of the dark and empty houses looming over us.
The faint boombox music and distant shrieks and laughter from the other people on the beach.
“Oh my god.” I let out a shaky, spluttering laugh. “I can’t believe we just did that on the beach.”
Elliot huffed a little laugh against my neck and eased back just enough to look at me. The lazy, satisfied grin on his face was so unbearably hot that I almost whimpered. I’d done that. I’d made him look like that.
Kind of. He’d done most of the work, but… I’d been involved, at least. Heavily involved. Some might’ve even said integral to the whole operation, in fact.
He shrugged, then looped his arms loosely around my neck, being careful not to let his cum-drenched hand get anywhere near my hair.
“Guess I just can’t help myself when it comes to you, Ricky.
” He leaned in and kissed me sweetly, sucking on my lower lip, then raking his teeth over it. “I just want to eat you up.”