31. Grady
31
GRADY
Elliot is staring at me like he doesn’t know what to do next, and I give in to my desire to kiss him briefly before dragging him toward the house.
“I’ve never actually done this before,” Elliot admits, gesturing generally at my body. I try to hold back my laughter, but I’m not entirely successful.
“I have,” I assure him as I open the front door. “You’ll do great.”
“Will I, though?” He squeaks, stepping past me when I press a gentle hand against his back. “What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll keep being madly in love with you. If you want to try again, we will. If you don’t, we won’t. It’s that simple.”
Elliot sinks against me, the tension bleeding from his shoulders as he listens to me talk. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Princess,” I run my nose up the side of his neck before nipping gently at his ear. “We’re still experimenting. We’re just also in love.”
He hums happily when I say “love”, head tipping to the side to allow me to kiss his neck as I move us toward the bedroom. Elliot stops us with a hand on the doorframe before we cross the threshold. “Could we maybe try something?”
“Anything.”
“Can we, or can I, uh,” he huffs, and I wait for him to collect his thoughts. “I would like to try being in charge? Like, I know topping from the bottom is a thing , but like, can I maybe try to be the dominant one? Is that a thing? Can I?—”
I stop his mumbling with a kiss, then immediately regret taking charge like that. “Sorry, I just...yes. I would like that, Pr—uh.” I suddenly realize that calling Elliot Princess isn’t exactly conducive to allowing him to be in charge. “What do you want me to call you?”
He gives me a wide-eyed stare. “Just Elliot?”
“I can do that,” I smirk, pushing him through the door. “Any limits, Elliot?”
“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”
“Anyone can ask about limits.”
Elliot hums, turning toward me with a surprising amount of hesitation. “Do you have any limits?”
“What are you planning to do?”
“Uh,” Elliot’s eyes widen, his gaze darting around the room.
“You’re in charge, Elliot. Whatever you want, however you want it.”
“I want you naked, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth,” he says, the panic in his eyes not matching his even tone at all. Elliot swallows, then adds, “If that’s alright?”
“Fuck, yes.” I’ve never gotten undressed faster, the plug nudging against my sensitive prostate when I bend to remove my shoes, socks, and jeans. The moment I’m naked, I drop to my knees, shuffling toward Elliot until I’m sitting at his feet. Looking up at him, I can feel my cock attempting to join the conversation, and I might not have his refractory period, but I know I’ll be hard again by the time Elliot fucks me.
“I like you down there,” Elliot admits, sounding more like he’s talking to himself than me. That is way hotter than expected, and I realize I might have just unlocked something I’m not prepared to handle. “You like being down there for me, Grady?”
Shit, yeah, I’m fucked. “I do.”
“You do what?”
“I do like being on my knees for you, Elliot.”
He smiles, and my heart nearly stops as all the blood in my body redirects at once. Elliot leaves me on my knees while he undresses himself. Every inch of his body is slowly being put on display for me, and I’m dying to get my hands on him, but I force myself to wait.
I lose patience sooner than I should, reaching for him the moment he’s fully undressed. Elliot hisses when I lick a line up the underside of his cock, but it quickly turns into a groan when I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Grady. You’re not very good at being submissive,” he chuckles, running his nails along my scalp. Goosebumps explode across my body, and I hum an apology. He looks so good like this, lean muscles shifting beneath his skin with every movement, head tipped back, eyes drawn down as he watches me take him to the back of my throat.
Elliot bites his lower lip, clearly trying to hold something in that he wants to say. I wait him out, slowly bobbing my head back and forth as he thinks it over.
“It’s sweet that you’re doing this,” he starts, each word seeming to cost him something. I’m about to pull back and ask what’s wrong when I see the shift in his gaze. Determination settles in his eyes as he runs his thumb along my lower lip—a guarantee that whatever he’s about to say is going to wreck me. “You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?”
I have ascended to another plane of existence. Elliot is smirking down at me, and I can hardly breathe as I pull back to murmur, “I love you.”
His laughter is pure sunshine, bathing the room in light as he bends to kiss me. “I love you, too. Now get on the bed, big man.”
He’s so handsome, and gentle, and fucking dirty. Elliot’s like my slutty little gift that keeps on giving, and I want to spend the rest of my life learning every inch of him. “We’re back to big man , huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Elliot chirps, moving behind me as I crawl over the bench onto the end of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”
I turn to see what’s caught Elliot’s attention, only to find him staring at my ass. “Nice, right?”
“Y-you...that’s not...you had that in all night?”
Laughing is kind of awful in this position. It jiggles the plug against my prostate, making me groan. “Yeah. You like it?”
“I do,” he breathes, stepping over to run his fingers over the curve of my ass. “I think I get your thing now.”
That sentence doesn’t make sense, and Elliot seems to realize it before I can ask. “Your ass play thing, I get it. Maybe not to the degree that you’re into it, but I’m definitely into it.”
I turn toward him, pulling his attention away from my ass. “My ass play thing?”
“Yeah, cause, like, the dildo and the vibrating butt plug are definitely the two times I’ve seen you most turned on. I’m not judging,” he quickly adds, horror spreading across his face. “I’m all for it. I was doing the dildos without you, obviously, but the butt plug was great. This is great.”
“Elliot,” I reach for him, pulling him onto the bed beside me. “I wasn’t turned on by the dildo. I mean, I was, but not like that. I don’t have an ass play kink. I am not trying to put random objects in people’s asses, but I am trying to put my dick in your ass, so knowing you’re ready for that is incredibly attractive to me.”
Elliot snorts, giving me a crooked smile. “I’m on board with you not putting things in other people’s asses.”
“Oh, good.” My laugh gets trapped between our lips as Elliot kisses me. Before I know what’s happening, he has me flat on my back as he kneels between my thighs.
“You ready, sweet boy?”
“That’s way too fucking hot,” I shake my head, lifting my knees toward my chest to give him better access to the plug that’s currently driving me crazy. “You can call me that anytime.”
“Good to know,” he smirks, but his eyes are roaming around the room. “Condoms?”
“Condoms?” The question takes me by surprise, and I drop one of my legs as if that will help me think better. “Why? We’re both clean.”
“Yeah, but if you don’t normally do this, I thought you might not want to deal with cum drying in your ass.”
My dick quickly corrects Elliot’s assumption by twitching hard enough we both see it. Elliot’s eyes jump to mine, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “You like that, sweet boy? You want to be full of my cum?”
“Elliot,” I groan, dragging both knees to my chest. “Fuck me. Now .”
“There you go, demanding things again.”
“Please, Elliot,” I add a little whine to my voice that turns out to be surprisingly effective on him. “Please fuck me?”
“Cheater,” he mumbles, reaching down to gently work the plug out of my ass. I gasp when he brushes it against my prostate, and the smug look on his face tells me it was intentional. The little shit. “Lube?”
“Nightstand,” I tip my head to the side, admiring how Elliot’s body stretches when he leans over to grab the bottle from the top drawer. “How are you in such good shape?”
“Is that the conversation you want to have right now?” He raises a brow at me, slowly rubbing lube along his shaft as he asks the question.
“Nope, definitely not.”
“Didn’t think so,” he chuckles, rubbing extra lube on his fingers before leaning over me. He presses one hand into the mattress at my side, the other tracing a line down my cock and over my balls before circling my ass. “You ready for me, sweet boy?”
“Yes,” I breathe, rocking my hips down until his fingers press into me. I forgot how much better it feels to have someone else’s fingers in you. Toys are great, but they’re no substitute for the real thing.
Elliot moans with me when he brushes against my prostate. “Fuck, Grady,” he hisses, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee. “What do you need? How do you want to do this?”
“Like this,” I reach for him the best I can with my arms wrapped around my thighs. “I want to see you.”
He nods, trying to hide his smile against my knee, but I see it. “Tell me if we need to slow down, okay?”
“Okay.”
As much as I thought I was ready for this after an entire evening with a plug in my ass, the first press of Elliot’s cock has me sucking in a rough breath. Elliot stops moving, his eyes locked on my face as he waits for me to release the air in my lungs. It doesn’t hurt, but the stretch is an odd feeling. Elliot watches me until he bottoms out, then his eyes close on instinct.
“You alright?”
Elliot snorts, cracking open one eye to look down at me. “You’re topping again.”
“Asking if you’re okay is not topping,” I argue, but I know he’s right. It’s hard for me not to take care of him, even when he’s taking care of me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, you’re just,” he frowns, shifting his hips and making us both groan. “It’s a lot different than I was expecting.”
“Good or bad?”
“Good? I think?”
“Wait until you move.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I chuckle, adjusting my legs to wrap them around his waist. My heel taps against his ass, and I wiggle my eyebrows. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Elliot hesitantly shifts his hips, pulling back just enough to push in again. He keeps the movements slow and shallow until I’m at the end of my patience.
“Elliot.”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m…fucking you?”
I nearly laugh at how confused he sounds but manage to keep it in by reminding myself this is technically his first time. “Yes, but you’re barely moving.”
“Well, yeah,” he huffs, adjusting his hips and accidentally brushing his cock against my prostate. I groan as pleasure spikes through my body, and Elliot hisses. “See? I don’t want to hurt you like that.”
“That wasn’t pain.” I do chuckle this time, reaching down to put my hands on his waist. I push his hips back a little further when he draws out this time, smiling when he gives me a narrow-eyed look. “I’m not going to break, Princess.”
Elliot makes a noise that’s somewhere between a moan and an exasperated sigh. “Don’t call me Princess when I’m fucking you, Grady.”
“Then fuck me , Elliot.”
I barely get the words out before he’s slamming his hips into mine. My back arches at the sudden fullness, but it’s gone again in a heartbeat.
“That what you needed, sweet boy?” Elliot giggles, a sound that’s entirely at odds with how hard he’s fucking me. “Holy shit, you feel amazing.”
“I told you,” I gasp, sucking in air as Elliot nails my prostate again.
He hums, pressing one palm against my knee as he looks between us. “Fucking hell. Is that what you’re so obsessed with? I get it. Fuck, I get it. You’re taking me so well, sweet boy. Look at you.”
This is not what I expected. This is so much more than I expected. “Elliot,” I don’t know what to say other than that. My nerve endings are on fire, my entire body humming with his words as he fucks me into the mattress. “Please.”
“Fuck, Grady,” Elliot huffs, bending me in half as he leans forward to brace himself against the mattress. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he starts to laugh, but it turns into a deep groan. His hand snakes between us, wrapping around my cock.
Pleasure rockets up my spine, spreading across my body as Elliot sinks his teeth against my collarbone. “There, Elliot, fuck . Right there. Harder, please.”
He gives in to my request immediately, fucking me in earnest as my orgasm spirals to a peak. I come hard into the space between our stomachs as Elliot fucks me through my orgasm, his pace stuttering as he finds his own release.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, trying to catch my breath. “We’re doing that again.”
“I need like two minutes,” he sighs against my chest, and I can’t help but snort a laugh at how completely sated he sounds.
“Yeah, I didn’t mean tonight, but I like where your head’s at.”
Elliot giggles, dropping a kiss on my chest. “I love you.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing him say those words, and it takes me a moment to respond through the overwhelming thrum of joy in my veins. “I love you, too.”