27. The Rest Between Notes #4
Slowly, I took him in—inch by inch, letting my tongue glide along the thick vein, savoring every sound he made, every rough gasp and bitten-off curse. He was big, almost too much, but I wanted all of him, wanted to prove I could take whatever he gave.
“That’s it, baby,” Elias murmured, voice low and rough. “Such a good boy. So eager to please daddy. You gonna take all of it for me?”
I hummed around him, nose pressed to his curls, swallowing around the head as he hit the back of my throat.
Tears stung my eyes, but I held there, letting him feel how much I wanted this, how much I needed it.
I pulled off with a gasp, spit slicking my chin, then dove back down, working him deeper, hands pressed to his thighs to steady myself.
He guided me with his hands, gentle but firm, rocking his hips up just enough to feed me more, never forcing, just letting me know he could. “God, you look so good like this,” he groaned. “My perfect boy—my mouth was made for you.”
I moaned at the praise, bobbing my head, sucking him deep, tongue working the sensitive underside. He let out a strangled sound, hand tightening in my hair, but didn’t push, letting me set the pace, letting me worship him however I wanted.
I loved the weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my mouth, made my jaw stretch wide.
I loved the way his voice shook, the way his body trembled under my hands.
I wanted to give him everything—every ounce of pleasure, every scrap of devotion, to erase every doubt about whether he was wanted.
“You like how big I am, don’t you?” Elias rasped, eyes locked on mine, voice full of wicked pride. “Like being stuffed full, like making a mess of yourself for me.”
I pulled off just enough to nod, stroking him with spit-slick fingers. “I fucking love it. Love how you stretch me—how you ruin me.”
He chuckled, then caught my chin, tilting my face up so I had to look at him, my lips swollen, eyes glassy. “You’re perfect. My good boy. My greedy little slut. You want daddy to fuck your mouth, don’t you?”
“Please,” I whispered, the word breaking out of me, desperate and hungry.
He shifted, sitting up, wrapping one big hand around the back of my head. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” He thrust shallowly, slow at first, letting me adjust to the rhythm, letting me feel every inch slide across my tongue, into my throat, filling me up.
“Fuck, yes—just like that. Good boy. So fucking good for me,” he praised, hips rocking, his cock moving in and out of my mouth, not rough, just deep and claiming, every movement a promise that I was his.
I melted into it, let him use me, let him take his pleasure and give it back to me in the form of rough praise and soft touches. My own cock was hard, aching, untouched, leaking against my thigh. All that mattered was the man above me—his pleasure, his need, his absolute devotion in that moment.
But then Elias pulled me off with a gentleness that belied the roughness of his grip.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he scooped me up—strong arms sliding under my thighs, my chest pressed to his shoulder.
My stomach flipped, heart hammering, as he carried me to the bed and tossed me down like I weighed nothing.
The mattress bounced beneath me, sheets tangled around my hips.
He stood over me for a second, chest heaving, eyes dark and hungry. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me—like he needed to. “Stay right there,” he said, voice low, rough with promise.
I could only nod, propped up on my elbows, staring up at him with every inch of skin buzzing.
Elias crawled onto the bed, settling between my knees, hands spreading my thighs, mouth pressing a hot, desperate kiss to my stomach.
I gasped, back arching off the sheets, as he licked a stripe up my abs, stopping to mouth at every sensitive spot he found.
He pressed me down into the mattress, pinning me with nothing but the weight of his body and the intensity of his gaze. “So fucking beautiful. You don’t even know, do you?” he murmured, voice almost reverent.
I wanted to say something smart, something cocky, but all that came out was a moan as he kissed his way down my body, his tongue leaving wet trails in its wake.
He nipped at my hip, sucked a mark just above my waistband, then glanced up at me, that crooked, wicked smile twisting his mouth. “Bet you’re aching, huh?”
I nodded, breath coming fast. “So fucking hard for you. Need you, Elias. Please. ”
He grinned wider—proud, pleased, possessive—and hooked his fingers under the waistband of my briefs, dragging them down slow, teasing me with every inch he revealed. My cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, and he groaned low in his throat, almost as if he was starving.
He wrapped one big hand around the base, holding me steady as he leaned in and licked a broad, wet stripe from root to tip. My whole body shuddered. He sucked the head into his mouth, tongue swirling, eyes locked on mine. The look on his face—pure hunger, pure want—sent a jolt straight to my core.
He took me deep, swallowing me down, mouth hot and wet and so fucking perfect. His other hand found my thigh, holding me open, pinning me down. I tangled my fingers in his hair, hips rolling up into the heat and pressure, unable to hold still.
“Fuck, daddy, that’s—god, I missed your mouth—” I choked out, voice breaking, lost in the worship, the praise, the way he made every inch of me feel wanted.
He hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.
He sucked me slow and deep, pulling off only to mouth at my balls, licking and sucking and biting gently until I was gasping, legs trembling.
Every touch was calculated to drive me wild, to remind me exactly who I belonged to.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” Elias said, voice thick with pride as he stroked me with spit-slick fingers. “You want to come, baby?”
I shook my head desperately. “Not yet. Want to feel you—want you inside me.”
He let out a rough laugh, nuzzling at the crease of my thigh.
“Greedy boy.” Then, with one last kiss to the head of my cock, he flipped me onto my stomach, hands gentle but insistent.
The bed dipped under his weight as he spread my legs wider, kneading my ass, admiring me like he had all the time in the world.
“You trust me?” he asked, voice softer now, something vulnerable hiding beneath the hunger.
“Yeah,” I whispered, breathless, needing him so badly it hurt.
He bent down, mouthing at the curve of my ass, biting softly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Then he spread me open, and I shivered, anticipation crackling down my spine.
The first touch of his mouth on my hole was electric—a shock of sensation that made me clutch at the sheets, hips rocking back into his face.
Elias groaned, hands gripping me tighter, spreading me wider, holding me in place as he licked and sucked, eating me out like he was starved for it. His tongue was relentless—circling, probing, teasing, dipping inside until I was whimpering, babbling, lost in the slow, dirty worship.
He paused only to press kisses to the insides of my thighs, tongue dragging over sensitive skin, making me tremble and squirm. I felt exposed, ruined, cherished. Every sound he made, every filthy word, every rough promise sent another wave of need crashing through me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, voice muffled against my skin. “Could do this all night. Never get tired of you.”
I could only moan, burying my face in the pillow, body on fire. He slipped a finger inside, twisting, pressing, opening me up while his tongue kept working, kept loving me, kept making me feel like the only thing in the world that mattered.
He added another finger, scissoring, stretching, taking his time, making sure I was ready. “You still want me, baby?” he asked, breath hot against my skin.
“Please, Elias—need you—want you to fuck me,” I begged, desperate now, aching, almost sobbing with how much I needed him.
He kissed my lower back, the small of my spine, all the way up to my shoulders, then flipped me onto my back, pushing my legs up and apart. He knelt between my thighs, cock hard and slick, eyes wild with want.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, voice so full of love and hunger it almost broke me. “Let me take care of you, Rowan. Let me show you how much I missed you.”
I fumbled for the lube, hands shaking with need, with anticipation, and pressed it into his palm.
Elias took it without breaking eye contact, his expression gone serious, reverent, as he slicked his fingers.
He worked me open again, slow and careful at first, then with growing hunger, twisting and pressing until I was squirming, my whole body begging for him.
“God, look at you,” he whispered, voice thick. “So fucking beautiful. So ready for me. You want it, baby? Want daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I begged, breathless, my thighs trembling. “Want you so much—need you, Elias. Please. Please.”
That snapped the last thread of his restraint.
He slicked himself, lining up at my entrance, his cock hot and heavy against me, and pressed in slow, inch by inch, filling me until my breath caught and my body bowed up against him.
He was big, thick, the stretch burning in the best way.
He kept one hand tight on my hip, the other laced with my fingers above my head, holding me still, anchoring me in place.
He paused, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, breath mingling, our heartbeats thundering in sync. “Okay?” he whispered, searching my face.
I nodded, nails digging into his arm. “More. Give me everything.”
With a groan that was almost relief, he started to move— slow at first, grinding deep, his hips rolling, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. The pleasure was sharp, overwhelming, pushing out every thought except him, this, us.