Chapter Eighteen #2
His cock had been hard behind the zipper of his pants. I’d felt it against me. It had softened during disrobing, but he grew hard again. The longer I drank him in, the harder he became. But he didn’t touch himself. He seemed to know I didn’t want him to.
“Pull your legs back and expose yourself to me.” I didn’t recall ever needing to see all of someone before. The anticipation of being inside him was killing me, but it would have to wait until I’d looked my fill and touched every inch of him.
“Oh god.” Elliot didn’t hesitate. His legs nearly touched his sides. “Are you gonna touch me?”
“Not yet. I’m not done looking at you.” The more I saw, the harder my cock became. It almost hurt.
I wanted his mouth on me again. That wet heat would feel amazing. But I wanted to make him feel as gorgeous as I found him. He needed to feel the truth. Words weren’t enough.
I climbed into the bed, but I still didn’t touch him.
“You’re taking too long.”
I smiled. “That’s not what your cock thinks.”
I ran a finger from the base to the head. His cock jumped, and he moaned my name as if he wanted me to do it again.
“You have a pretty cock.” I wrapped my hand around him, then kissed the head.
He moved into my touch, seeking more friction on his cock.
He was so responsive, so desperate for more.
I wanted to give it to him, but I waited, watching him, wanting him to beg.
It wouldn’t take long. He wiggled his hips and moaned, wanting me to move my hand.
Maybe he wanted me to touch him again. I wasn’t sure which. He’d have to ask for what he wanted.
“Grym. Please.”
“Please, what, A stor?”
He’d had his eyes closed until that point, but he met my gaze. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Instead, he studied me, as if trying to figure out what my game was. Then he said, “I’m ready to take things to the next level.”
I kissed the head of his cock again. This time, a pearl of pre-cum formed. I smeared it over the head before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck. That feels...” He fisted my hair as I bottomed out. I set a rhythm to make him come. I wanted him relaxed and boneless when I finally got inside him. But I went slowly, taking my time, making it as good for him as I could.
He smelled good, like sunshine on hot ocean water. He tasted like citrus fruit. I imagined his come would taste the same.
He pumped his hips into my mouth, demanding that I pick up my pace. When I complied, he moaned again.
“I’m gonna.” It took three more of his thrusts before he came in my mouth. He did taste like citrus fruit.
I let him take what he needed. His thrusts slowed, then stopped. His body was boneless.
He sighed, a smile on his face, when I let his cock go. I worked my way down to his balls, kissing them and then licking over his opening.
Elliot pulled his legs back. “Grym.”
“Tastes good.”
“Lube. In the nightstand drawer. When you’re ready.”
“Mmmm.” He was so pliant, so willing to give me whatever I wanted. I wanted to take it all, but it was a lot. I had to be careful, go slow, and be gentle.
My cock was so hard and insistent. The need to be inside was overwhelming, verging on desperation.
I had to stop licking him to reach the nightstand. A tube of lube was inside, along with a pink dildo that wasn’t as big as me but came close.
It would be fun to use the dildo later. I was too worked up to play any longer. My blood ran hot for him.
I warmed the lube on my fingers before swirling one around his opening. It was already wet from my ministrations.
“Inside, Grym. Please.”
“Of course, A stor.” I wouldn’t make him beg anymore. I wanted him too much for that, too.
I pushed inside. Hot, tight heat enveloped my finger.
Feeling him made me glad I had taken my time with him and let him come. He needed the extra prep.
“So good.” When he lifted his hips and moved into my thrust, I added another finger.
“More.”
I added another one, continuing my thrusts.
When Elliot moaned my name, I withdrew my fingers.
He whimpered and grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I settled over him. I positioned my cock at his opening and pushed in.
I kissed Elliot, wanting to possess him completely. I needed him to know we belonged together and that the moment belonged to us.
He held me tightly and took over the kiss.
I bottomed out and stilled. The need grew larger. It took over the room and left nothing but the two of us. We could have been floating in the between for all I cared.
I pulled out halfway, then moved in again.
A feverishness took hold. I couldn’t kiss and feel Elliot’s incredible heat at the same time, so I ended the kiss, pressing my cheek to Elliot’s and panting in his ear.
“Oh gods.”
“Grymley.” He panted my name again, as though he couldn’t help but say it with tremendous passion. “My Grymley.”
“Yours, A stor.” I quickened the pace of my thrusts. “All yours, baby. And you’re mine.”
Elliot cried out. The muscles of his opening tightened around my cock, and I could feel his warm, wet come between us.
It took me a couple more thrusts before the pleasure became too much.
I couldn’t think about anything but the white-hot need building in my core.
When it crested, I bottomed out. I kissed his cheek as I pulled out partway, then pushed back in, keeping my lips pressed there as the pleasure worked through my body.
When I came down, I kissed him everywhere, on his cheek, along his jaw to his neck, and back to his lips, where I stole a taste of him.
Elliot giggled. “Kissed by Death.”
I growled and lightly bit Elliot’s shoulder, tickling him. “We did more than kiss.”
“Yes, we did,” Elliot said, sounding satisfied. “I don’t want to move.”
“Well, too bad.” I eased out of Elliot, then lifted him into my arms. “Does this old farmhouse have a nice big tub?”
Elliot clung to me but pointed to an ajar door. “My bathroom.”
“Would you soak in my filth with me?”
Elliot chuckled. “If you’ll soak in mine, I’ll soak in yours.”
“I’ve never wanted to bathe with anyone before, but I have an instinct to take care of you.”
Elliot tightened his grip. “Our bond just got a lot stronger.”
“I feel it, too.” Contentment and peace weren’t things I’d felt in so long. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever felt them before.
No matter what happened with the Bureau, nothing could come between us.