Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Hunter
I rock my hips, easing my cock deeper with each gentle thrust until my hips meet the back of Elliot’s thighs. There’s a flush across his sculpted chest, and I duck my head to press my lips against his heated skin.
Earlier, I had to remind him to breathe, but I think I need to remind myself to do the same because holy fucking shit, he feels so good wrapped around my dick. And when he laughed? I nearly came on the spot from his muscles squeezing the hell out of me.
I pause for a moment, allowing him to adjust and get used to the feeling.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
His lips are swollen from where he’s been chewing them. I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or if it’s an unconscious stim, but either way, I suck the bottom one into my mouth, gliding my tongue along it in hopes of soothing him.
“Yes,” he whispers.
I cover his mouth with mine, kissing him until he’s moaning and writhing beneath me.
His softening cock brushes against my pelvis.
I tug on his lip with my teeth before I sit back on my knees and grab a pillow.
Edging back slightly, I slip my cock free and nudge Elliot’s hips up slightly to push the pillow beneath him.
Maybe it’s all the hip talk earlier and knowing this is our first time, but I don’t want to risk hurting him.
So, while I’m desperate and greedy for him, I don’t slam back into him when I line my cock up with his relaxed hole. Elliot lets out a shuddering breath when I sink in to the base again. I rock my hips, finding the pace until he’s whimpering in pleasure.
With one hand gripping his hip for support and his leg propped up in the crook of my arm, I take his cock in my other hand and begin to stroke him. Between the piston of my hips and the glide of my thumb over his leaking tip, it doesn’t take long for him to harden in my palm.
“Hunter,” he says in a breathy moan.
He releases his grip on the bedsheets and moves his hands up near his head. The move stretches his torso and causes his body to bear down on me further. My cock grazes his prostate, and we both let out a long moan.
“Ohh, fuuuuck,” I growl between gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Faster,” he demands, lifting his leg to rest his ankle on my shoulder. I turn my head to kiss him.
The angle allows me to go deeper. His back arches again as I pick up my pace. The sound of slapping skin and our heavy breathing reverberates around the room, and the noise of my cock thrusting into his slick hole has me grunting, trying to hold my release at bay.
He’s so responsive. So fucking perfect.
“Play with your nipples for me. Let me see how much you like it.”
His heavy-lidded gaze is fixed on me, lips parted with his sawing breaths. He brings one hand to his chest, glistening with sweat, and traces his nipple with the tip of one finger before he gives it a flick. He hisses. Muscles constrict around my cock, and I let out a strangled moan.
“Mhm. Such a good boy,” I rasp, my cock throbbing.
Goose bumps appear instantly across his fevered skin. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
He lifts his arm, beckoning for me. I move to rest on my elbows on either side of his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his hair to cup his head. His tongue dives into my mouth. Our teeth click as our kiss turns hungry and desperate.
“I could get addicted to you,” I confess, trailing my mouth across his jaw and sticking my tongue in his ear.
He shivers, fingers digging into my bicep where he’s holding on to me. “I already am.”
My rhythm falters at his honesty.
I can’t deny it anymore. I’m so fucking gone for this man. There was no way I could fight it. He’s slipped through my defenses with such ease, settled himself in that delicate spot beneath my ribs.
I’m falling in love with him, without a shadow of a doubt, and allowing someone to have so much power over me again is terrifying. The last time I loved someone, I lost them. I don’t know if I could cope with losing someone else.
And if I lost Elliot? That would be it for me. Done. I wouldn’t survive it.
I want to protect him from this world that isn’t made for him. From the people who are quick to pass judgment or make him feel less worthy. But what if I’m not there to protect him?
Curving my hand around the back of his head, I tug him closer and rest my forehead against his. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of being so close to him we’re almost one.
“El,” I murmur. “Are you close? I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Y-yeah.”
My thrusts become frantic, chasing that euphoric sensation as heat rushes down my spine and tightens my balls. He tenses beneath me, and then a hoarse cry escapes his throat. Warmth floods between us where his cock is trapped by my abdomen, and his release triggers my own orgasm.
Bright, white lights flash behind my eyelids as I shudder, groaning between clenched teeth as my come spills inside him. I collapse on top of him, both of us gulping down air.
I hide my face in the crook of his neck, reveling in the scent of him. Elliot cards his fingers through my hair, and every atom of tension leaves my body. When I regain enough energy to push myself up, he lets out a quiet hiss as my cock slips out of him, and I move to lie on my side next to him.
He remains flat on his back, the muscles in his legs still trembling from the aftershocks.
I cup his cheek with my hand, turning his head to face me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing my thumb over his skin.
He nods silently, and then his eyes squeeze close for the briefest moment as he squirms. His hands push back his damp hair from his face before tensing near his stomach.
Ah. I need to get my guy in the shower.
“El?”
He rolls his head to face me again.
“Wanna take a shower with me?”
The tension immediately disappears as he relaxes at my question. His lips quirk in a small smile. “Please.”
My legs feel like jelly as I swing them over the edge of the bed and stand.
Elliot’s come is smeared across my stomach and starting to dry in my hair.
I round the bed to his side and hold my hand out to him.
I catch a flicker of caution in his gaze before he sucks in a breath and slowly sits up.
I lead him into his bathroom, switching on the mirrored light like he did the first time we were in here.
He scrunches up his nose, twisting his hands in front of him.
“Sex is kinda messy, huh?” he chuckles, but I pick up on the slight tremble in his voice. He’s trying to hide his panic, and I won’t let him do that.
“Yeah, it can be,” I say, reaching in to turn the shower on. I give him a moment before turning back to face him.
“Is it gonna be annoying that I’ll need to shower every time? I mean, it’s not very sexy, is it? Me freaking out because I can feel your come dripping down the back of my legs.” His voice gradually gets higher as he speaks.
Stepping in front of him, I cradle his face in my hands. Those green eyes are filled with worry, and I can almost hear his brain working overtime.
“No, it’s not going to be annoying, El. What would be annoying is if you weren’t honest with me.
Your honesty is one of the sexiest things about you.
I know sometimes you can’t help what comes out of your mouth, and I love that about you.
” The four-letter word slips out without me thinking.
But I’m not going to backtrack because it’s the truth.
Before he can respond, I pull him into the shower and maneuver him under the spray.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water cascade over him.
I pour shower gel into my hand and slide my palm over his stomach and reach around to wash between his cheeks and down the back of his legs.
A relieved sigh escapes him as our come is washed away.
He drops his head to my shoulder and speaks so quietly I almost don’t hear him over the rush of water.
“I never knew it could feel like that.”
“What’s that?”
“Sex. I didn’t know it could feel good.”
I swallow roughly, wrapping my arms around his back and threading my fingers through his hair to massage the back of his head. There’s a knot of dread in the pit of my stomach and a stab of pain in my chest when I ask, “Did someone hurt you?”
He shakes his head, his damp hair tickling my neck.
“No, but I felt pressured by people around me to do it. I’ve always had this aversion to touch unless it’s on my terms. I’m okay with the team trainers touching me because it’s in a professional sense.
I can compartmentalize their touch as helping me and preventing me from injury.
And you know how I am with, like, textures and things on my skin.
Both times I tried, I couldn’t get hard because I was stressed-out about everything.
My brain was going so fast I felt dizzy from it.
Then they called me weird and a freak and said they wished they’d gone for the other twin, so I’ve never wanted to do it again. ”
My spine stiffens. A ball of anger flares in my chest, and I’m unable to stop the bite in my tone. “They what?”
“Yup.” He lifts his head, and his eyes are filled with so much shame my heart fractures. “It’s always been the way.”
With one hand still in his hair, I bring the other to his jaw. His smile is tired.
“I love it when you do that,” he says quietly.
“Do what? Touch you?”
“Hold my face. Ethan does it to Jacob, and I always thought it looked nice.” A contented sigh leaves him as he relaxes into my palm. “I was right. It’s really nice.”
I press my lips to his and try to kiss away his worry and negative thoughts.
I can’t change how people have treated him in the past, but I can change how they make him feel going forward.
I can be the one to make sure he knows how fucking amazing he is so those negative thoughts have no place to sit in his mind.