Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
SULLY HELD HIS brEATH. The room was stunning with beautifully patterned cream wallpaper.
Lavishly furnished, a huge, rounded mirror hung above a dark wooden mantle, polished to a high shine.
On the mantle’s ledge crystal vases caught in the light, overflowing with pink and white flowers that had to cost a fortune this time of year.
The main attraction was the sprawling four-poster bed. Far grander than the single he crammed into at the two-bedroom apartment he and Anne shared.
One of the first things he’d done earlier, after he explored the gleaming private bathroom and luxuriated in running hot water, was flop down on this bed.
Emerald green satin sheets had slipped and slid under his naked skin.
He shivered with remembered sensation, and Elliot pressed against his back gently guiding Sully forward.
His damp, warm mouth grazed the side of Sully’s neck, raising goosebumps.
“Let’s get these off, shall we?” Elliot murmured, lips clinging, breath puffing against sensitive skin.
Elliot’s graceful fingers reached around Sully’s chest to unbutton his coat, then went to work on his vest and shirt.
Sully hummed appreciation and helped pull garments off.
He rushed to open the buttons of his own pants and got the first one undone, then Elliot took over and finished the job.
The haste with which they moved in pursuit of a single purpose was exhilarating.
Heat pooled in Sully’s groin, spread outward in a dizzying ripple as his cock sprang free.
Hissing in relief, he half-forgot his pants, pooled around his ankles and caught on his boots. Fingers cool from night air curled around his swelling shaft. Tipping his head back on a groan, Sully reached up behind himself, sliding his hand into the soft hair at the back of Elliot’s head.
He could feel Elliot’s excitement in the hard press of him against Sully’s backside, yes, but deeper too, rising in shimmering sultry pitch as he rocked into Elliot’s smooth, clever grip. Gentle friction tingled along his nerves, quickening his breaths and his pulse.
The disorienting intensity of Elliot’s undivided focus on Sully’s pleasure thrilled him.
Most of his previous encounters with men had been rushed.
No room for exploration and teasing touches.
It was stolen in snatches and instantly forgotten.
This…this would be addictive if he had the chance to sample it for more than a night. He wished, really wished, he could.
“How should we do this? What do you enjoy?” Elliot asked, kissing a distracting, tantalizing path to Sully's ear.
“Uh—I— oh.” His wicked tongue stole Sully’s ability to form a coherent reply.
Elliot pet him with the lightest touches, open palm gliding silken up and down his cock, thumb sneaking out to send tingling sensation over the head, causing Sully to helplessly moan. An almost-whimper that made his face flush, his cheeks tight and burning.
“Cat got your tongue?” Elliot asked, low and amused.
“Fuck me.” Sully’s entire body went hot with the demand. “However you want, just make it last as long as you can. Need it to last.”
Elliot’s palm stroked a slow path up Sully’s abdomen and chest, coming to rest at the hollow of his throat.
“I rather enjoy the sound of that. It brings so many vivid fantasies to mind. I'm not sure how I'll choose. Except whatever we do, I swear I’ll go very, very slowly. Until you’re so painfully stiff you hardly recall your name let alone what’s on that beautiful mind.
And I'll keep you there, directly on the precipice, my name the only thing on your lips, my swollen cock driving into you over and over.” Their breaths were ragged. “Until you can’t hold back any longer.”
Sully reached back, grasped a handful of Elliot’s coat and pulled him closer. “I'm halfway there already.”
As Elliot nipped Sully’s ear sweet sensation fizzed around them like sparks in the dark of night. Proud of himself.
He ought to be.
“I want you on the bed,” Elliot murmured in honeyed tones.
“Will you get undressed if I do?” Sully wanted to see what Elliot looked like under that neatly pressed bespoke suit. Would he be as confident when he was every bit as bare as Sully? Would Sully still feel so damn unbalanced?
None of this seemed real, not since the moment he’d met those knockout eyes across the room. It was too good. Like they were in a dream, and it was slipping through his fingers, unattainable no matter how hard he wanted to hold on.
“I will absolutely undress for you, if you get on that bed.” There was a wicked lilt to his voice, and Sully rushed to comply.
Prying off one boot, then the other, he kicked his way out of his pants.
Crawled up onto the bed and flipped over onto his back.
One arm tucked under his head for support, wearing only his socks.
At the twist of mirth when Elliot noticed them, Sully rolled his eyes. “My feet get cold, sue me.”
“I can think of better things to do to you.” Elliot’s darkening gaze heated Sully’s skin. Squirming, he instinctively squeezed his own cock. Velvety skin slid warm beneath his fingers as he loosely stroked himself.
Sizzling elation shrouded him, stemming from Elliot. Gratification . Elliot must like this . Liked how Sully looked doing it. Maybe even liked that he was the reason for it.
Sully watched Elliot’s nimble fingers slip buttons through holes and remove layers, revealing pale skin dotted with the occasional freckle.
He was slim with narrow hips. His nearly hairless flat chest bore rosy pebbled nipples, and his build said he’d never done a hard day’s work in his life.
That shouldn’t be near so arousing as it was.
Sully lowered his gaze to the faint dark blond dusting of hair that trailed below Elliot’s navel to well-groomed curls above his jutting cock, and Elliot stood there a moment, letting him look, self-assured while Sully unabashedly stared.
He was Elliot’s exact opposite in most every way. Broad chest and strong arms defined from daily exercise and the exertions of work, liberally covered in dark hair. The contrast piqued Sully’s interest, and his heart flipped oddly in his chest.
God, look at him. He’s beautiful. Could watch him for hours like this, flushed and hard for me. Wanting me.
At last, Elliot moved deliberately forward, climbed between his legs. Their lips met in an insistent kiss that slowed time and narrowed Sully’s existence to soft mouths, sharp teeth, and gentle gasps.
The electrifying press of tongues, the graze of straining cocks, the glide of smooth skin, all drove his rising need for more. “Elliot,” he whispered, tugging at his shiny blond hair. Sleek strands slid between his fingers.
“Mmm.” Elliot was pressing open-mouthed kisses down Sully’s neck, pausing whenever Sully couldn’t hold back the gasps or whines crowding his throat. The upward twist of Elliot’s lips against his skin each time fluttered a dizzying somersault in Sully’s stomach, and pulsed heat straight to his cock.
He continued down Sully’s chest and abdomen, teasing his tongue over tight nipples, scraping with his teeth until the only thing Sully could focus on was that soft wet mouth and those talented satin hands all over him.
And then Elliot was there, poised over Sully’s engorged cock.
His breath gusted over the damp head, sent a provocative shock of lust prickling over his flesh.
Sully fisted his hands in the sheets because he wanted to cling to Elliot and couldn’t bring himself to.
He could feel how badly Elliot wanted to put his mouth on him, and it made everything hotter, strung him tighter.
Their eyes met, Elliot’s searching, scorching. Sully nodded. Couldn’t get words out, not with Elliot right there. Not with how badly he wanted this. The upward twitch of Elliot’s lips was rapidly becoming familiar, cherished. He was lucky to be allowed this much. Cursed it couldn’t be more.
Here, too, Elliot took his time. His lips skimmed, tongue darting out to smooth and curl—surrounding Sully with wet heat, moving so slowly his thighs trembled.
His abdomen clenched with the effort to remain motionless as pleasure mounted, but he couldn’t quiet the sounds escaping him.
It was all he could do not to shove into the reverent mouth sliding up and down his cock in exquisite torture.
The appreciative noises Elliot made around him buzzed under Sully’s skin. He couldn’t think. Could hardly breathe. Skin too snug, body tensing. The real miracle was that he didn’t spend within moments.
His toes curled, heart thudding. Blue, blue eyes watched him with such intensity his balls throbbed, and he was so close. So damn close. He wanted to look away but couldn’t. God.
“Elliot,” Sully gasped. “Elliot, I—shite—if you don’t stop, I’m—”
Instantly, Elliot released him, temptation gone. Sully let out a choked breath, thwarted need buffeting him. He fought hard against the desperate urge to reach down and push himself to climax. That wasn’t what he wanted. Not if he was honest.
Elliot’s reddened lips grazed Sully’s stomach, teeth nipping here and there as Elliot crawled back up and took possession of his mouth once more.
The erotic and primal taste of his own arousal on Elliot’s tongue filled Sully’s senses, made him ache with need.
Sully arched against him, moaning his pleasure.
He sucked and savored the shuddering surge of desire he elicited.
“There’s—mmph—petroleum jelly in the nightstand. I know—” Sully broke off with a groan as Elliot’s hips pressed forward, rubbing them together. Squeezing his eyes shut for a second, Sully struggled to speak. “Know I said slow, and that was swell and all, but you’re killing me, Elliot. God.”