Chapter 4 #2
Elliot’s pleased expression was so bright it almost hurt to see. “Swell was it? I think we can do better than that. Can’t we?” He rolled off Sully, stood in front of the nightstand, and dug out the small tin Sully had stashed there.
Sully drank in the sight of him. Long lean legs, sharp hipbones.
The cut of his groin drawing his attention to Elliot’s thick cock, darker than the rest of his skin, curving slightly upward to a shiny pink tip.
His perusal swept lower to the heavy rounded curve of Elliot’s balls.
Sully’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard.
Why’s he got to be so pretty all over?
“All right. Get a wiggle on, sweetheart,” he managed, forcing his gaze up to meet those smiling eyes. Glossing over the pet name, he added, “Let’s do better.”
Elliot bit down on a wide smile. His face screwing up like he was trying not to laugh as he tossed the tin onto the bed. “Right then. Roll over for me?”
“Mmm, when you ask so nice.” Sully got onto his hands and knees, skin prickling with the awareness of Elliot’s gaze on him.
A warm hand caressed his back, confidently skimming up between his shoulder blades and back down to squeeze his arse.
Sully sighed and arched into it, felt Elliot’s answering excitement.
It was different, acting like this. Letting someone else take care of him for once.
Sully was used to being responsible and relied upon.
Had gotten in the habit of never letting loose. Not all the way. Not like this.
He’d been fucked before. Once for curiosity’s sake, twice more because he liked it.
Had always managed to keep himself emotionally detached.
Now…There was something about Elliot. Or this night.
Or what was coming tomorrow. It carved his chest into a scalding messy tangle that wanted to lash itself to Elliot and never let go.
Every inch of Sully reeled, wishing for more than he had any right to.
The slippery slide of fingers pressing into him was everything he wanted when he set out tonight.
Trembling sensation pulsed through him, the whisper of Elliot’s desire burned fever bright over his skin, pleasure riding him roughshod as Elliot curled and stretched his fingers inside.
No room for anything but feeling this—right here and now.
“God,” he panted, pushing into Elliot’s touch. “God, Elliot. Just like that.”
“You're beautiful, Warren,” Elliot murmured. Sully’s heart flipped wildly in his chest hearing his first name from that mouth, breathless, and honest, and hell.
No one ever said stuff like that to him and meant it.
But Elliot did, it was blazing and bright and all around them.
“You’ve no idea how amazing you feel, how sweet and yielding you are.
I can’t wait to be inside, feel you tight and clutching around my stiff prick. ”
Sully’s stomach muscles clamped down, strangely exulted. He wasn’t one for much talking during sex, but with Elliot stroking and rubbing, his husky words were oil on fire, and Sully shivered, a broken whimper wrenched from him.
“Oh fucking—ah. Please just—unh, fuck me already. I can’t—I need —Elliot. Damn it.”
As Elliot withdrew his fingers, Sully tried to catch his breath, grasping the emerald satin blanket in white-knuckled fists.
The slick sounds behind him, and the image they flashed across his mind snatched it away faster than he could pursue.
Commanding hands clasped his hips, angled him, and Sully let himself be maneuvered, reveled in giving up control.
Elliot’s smooth, solid cockhead aligned with his entrance, pushed relentlessly inside, and tight pressure gave way.
Nerves firing, muscles spasming, Sully’s body accepted the intrusion.
A helpless sound escaped Sully’s control. A low, desperate thing. Much louder than Elliot’s pleased grunt. Sully’s face scorched, but the responding pleasure emanating from Elliot eased the embarrassment. And Sully couldn’t hold himself back anyhow, so he quit trying.
Deeper and deeper, Elliot steadily pushed inside until they were flush hips to arse. Gasping with it. Sully shivered in the still aftermath. Elliot closed his mouth on the nape of Sully’s neck, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, and Sully bucked back against him. Need hammered in his chest.
“Come on,” Sully growled. “I—fuck, just fuck.”
“At your pleasure.” Elliot’s voice was tight with restraint. Even then, a hint of teasing shone through. Does he ever stop?
He shifted and complied, pulled back, shoved deep again. Solid hot flesh filled Sully, pushing the breath right out of him. Elliot’s thrusts were experimental at first, testing out depths and angles, and Sully somehow knew he was searching for ways to make it better.
It was already perfect. Already amazing. They worked in tandem, fell into a rhythm. Slow and steady and hot and aching.
Sully collapsed forward onto one forearm, reached beneath himself to stroke his own cock. His grip light for fear of spending too fast.
He’s so good at this. He’s so good.
“You feel—” His breath hitched, and he squeezed his fingers tighter.
“Shit. Christ. Are you touching yourself?” Elliot demanded. Sully moaned his affirmation. Elliot echoed him. Gave several hard, deep thrusts, cursing, and then to Sully’s disappointment withdrew entirely. “I need to see. Roll over for me, love.”
Disappointment fizzled out in a wave of shaky, urgent lust. Sully hadn’t ever—not on his back—not ever. It was too vulnerable. He hadn’t thought he was missing out on anything, but the demand in Elliot’s rich aroused voice made him want to try with a ferocity he couldn’t explain away.
Turning, Sully let Elliot steer him half into his lap.
He closed his eyes at Elliot’s fevered gaze, too defenseless to hold it.
Elliot pushed inside him, a slick, throbbing pressure he trembled with.
Sully reached for his own cock again and sought some control.
Elliot’s hands massaged Sully’s thighs, thumbs digging into the creases of his groin.
The overwhelming pressure of Elliot’s cock drove into him, his gentle hands caressing, tugging, his complete attention focused on Sully.
Fierce desire rose and swelled and swirled around them, flooding Sully with emotion.
Elliot brushed against that spot inside him over and over, the one that sent jolts of pleasurable sparks cascading up his spine and tightened his balls.
Sully cried out, muscles clamping down on release desperately held at bay.
He wanted so badly he could taste it, but didn’t want it to be over. Couldn’t let it be over. Conflicting imperative impulses warred, and Sully squeezed his eyes shut tighter, tears stinging behind his closed eyelids. He choked them back. God, he hated them. Hated how weak they made him feel.
Suddenly, Elliot froze. He must’ve sensed something amiss. Sully’s heart blocked his throat.
Then Elliot shifted forward, his thumbs swiping Sully’s damp lashes. He carefully cradled Sully’s face. “Am I hurting you?” Sully couldn’t trust his voice, so he shook his head. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Shame boiled in Sully’s veins, made his closed eyes feel hot and his throat click when he swallowed.
I’m ruining this .
It was wonderful, and he was wrecking it by acting like a crybaby. What the hell was wrong with him? Couldn’t he have saved it for later when Elliot would be gone?
“Nothing,” Sully finally said, thickly. He bit his lip and forced the scratchy lump in his throat down. “Please, don’t stop.”
“If you want me to keep going, I need to know you’re all right. If you’re not…Warren, I can’t.”
Why does he got to be so sweet?
Sully shut his eyes against the heartfelt concern in those watercolor eyes. He couldn’t shield himself as easily from the cool silky worry shrouding Elliot.
“Any other night,” he whispered, raw words rushing out ahead of his good sense.
“Pardon?”
Sully opened his eyes and steeled himself. “I wish we’d met any other night. I wish we had longer. Tomorrow…I’m not ready for tonight to be over. I’m going…”
Understanding lit Elliot’s face but did nothing to dim the concern. “You’re headed for the war.” He drew in an unsteady breath, dark blond lashes drifting closed. Regret. He pressed his forehead to Sully’s, still buried within him. Sully shivered, heart squeezing. “So am I.”
It’s not fair.
“So am I,” Elliot repeated, lashes lifting. Sully got lost in those impassioned eyes. Resolve sprang up and gripped him hard. “But tonight hasn’t ended. It won’t until the sun comes up. And I’m not going anywhere. Not yet.”
Sully’s heart soared straight to the stars, expanded and collapsed with the weight of the universe and everything he couldn’t face. With everything he wanted and couldn’t have. With the one thing he could. “Please.”
Elliot’s mouth closed over his, urgently kissing as Elliot thrust inside him again.
This time Sully let himself cling, let himself hold on to Elliot as tightly as he’d been dying to this whole time.
Elliot clung right back, fingers knotting in Sully’s hair, grabbing his thigh, guiding him to wrap his legs around Elliot’s waist. Fucking him with determination and making it feel so damn good.
They made it last as long as they could. Desperation and need growing between them until they lost themselves in one another. Until the only word Sully remembered was Elliot’s name, exactly as promised. He whispered it fiercely, repeatedly. A plea, a prayer.
Sully’s body tightened; orgasm close enough it grazed his awareness with every powerful thrust Elliot delivered.
His breaths faltered as he strained toward release.
His fingernails dug into the slick skin of Elliot’s back and the nape of his neck.
Their mouths met. Clumsy breaths against sensitive lips, not quite kisses.
Elliot slipped a hand between them, stroked Sully’s cock with a firm, glorious grip. “I—God—you,” Sully arched up, words melting into a drawn-out moan, pleasure cresting madly. It lashed through him, rushed out in pulsing shocks, shook him apart in euphoric agony.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, Elliot stiffened within him, panting, “Warren.”
Sully flattened his palms against Elliot’s back, held him close. He sucked in harsh breaths and tried to keep himself from thinking. For a few too-short blissful moments he succeeded.