Chapter 16 #2
My hand lifted and just before I knocked I heard it. A breath that wasn’t quite a gasp. A soft, broken exhale that caught in something inside my chest. Then he breathed my name in a way that electrified me as his moan rang in my ears.
“Anthony…”
It wasn’t loud enough that it could have been meant for me. That he’d heard me outside his door. But it landed anyway, hooked right into my skin. My body went still. The tray trembled slightly in my hands before I forced it steady.
My throat closed. My heart stuttered once, hard enough I felt it in my neck. The sound wasn’t graphic. It was intimate. Private.
It was the sound of someone alone with their need. With their ache. Longing. Somehow that made it worse. Because it wasn’t about sex. It was about hunger. It was about wanting. It was about absence.
I stood there frozen, staring at the grain of the wood on his door like it could tell me what to do. A rush of things slammed into me at once—protectiveness, guilt, longing, restraint, shame.
The unbearable knowledge that I couldn’t be what he wanted without breaking something sacred between us.
My knuckles hovered inches from the door. If I knocked, I would interrupt him. If I didn’t, I was abandoning him. If I went in, I might not trust myself to leave. If I left, I might confirm the very thing he feared.
My breaths became shallow. Perspiration trickled down my neck. My jeans grew tighter with every whimpered moan I heard. I swallowed hard. My chest felt too tight for my ribs. I leaned my forehead briefly against the door, eyes closing, the wood cool against my skin.
“I’m trying,” I whispered to no one.
My body moved without permission. I straightened, wrapped my hand around the handle and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Elliot lay spread out on his bed. Cheeks flushed, sweat glistening on his pale skin. Head tipped back in ecstasy, one hand working over his length while the other gently rolled his balls.
Frustration marred his face, brows furrowed like he was chasing something just out of reach. Saliva filled my mouth as I thought about how he would taste. The feel of his silken length on my tongue.
God, how I wanted to be the one that tipped him over the edge. To see his expression when he came. I wanted to be the only one who gave him pleasure. Be the one who gave him everything he desired.
“Daddy…please…” he whimpered.
It took me a second to realize that his hand was strangling his flushed red head. Hazel eyes were locked on me as he panted. Chest heaving with every laboured breath.
“Yes, baby boy,” I answered before I could stop myself.
“Please, help me?” he whined and wriggled against his sheets like he was in pain.
Unable to say no to him when he needed me like this. That protective urge in me rose to the surface. I couldn’t let him suffer like this. I set the tray on the nightstand and pulled my henley off in one swift motion dropping it to the floor.
The space between us disappeared in the blink of an eye. One hand landed next to his shoulder the other cupped his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
Elliot sucked in a shuddering breath. His eyes glistened as he furiously blinked back the tears threatening to spill.
“Make me come?”
“Is that how you ask me?” I groaned against his lips, tasting the depth of his desire. My tongue slipped inside and wrapped around his, feasting on him until he pushed me back with a hand to my chest.
“Please, Daddy, make me come.”
A sweet smile flickered on his lips as I kissed a path across his jaw to his ear and nipped the lobe.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he breathed as I sucked at the delicate skin along his pulse point hard enough to mark his skin. My cock kicked against my zipper at the sight. One I never thought I’d see.
“Anything for you, sweet boy.” A full-body shudder rolled through him at my words. “You have a decision to make now.”
He whimpered against my lips as he pulled them back to his mouth. “What?” I didn’t hear the word so much as felt the shape of it as he licked his way inside my mouth with a hunger that mirrored my own.
My thumb and forefinger held his chin breaking the kiss and forcing his eyes back to mine. My free hand slid over his where it lay wrapped around his length forcing him to start stroking it again.
“Do you want my hand—”
“Yessss.” His hips bucked in agreement, but he hadn’t heard all the options.
I chuckled. “Impatient. Let me try again.” I squeezed his cock hard enough to make him groan, but it kept his attention focused on what I was saying. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”
The question hung between us for a suspended moment. His answer formed on his lips time and time again before he managed to find his voice. “Mouth. I want you to taste me, Daddy.”
“Now that I can do.” I took one final taste of desperation from his mouth before kissing my way down his body. His skin was salty sweet as I mapped every dip and groove with my tongue.
His hand slipped out from under mine on his dick and sunk into my hair. Positioned between his legs—spread wide enough to accommodate my shoulders—he looked like a vision from the gods. A temptation I would never have been strong enough to resist.
“I’m going to taste all of you now.” I groaned. Buried my head in the soft hairs of his groin and inhaled his musky scent heightened by his desire. The sour tang of precum that glistened on his shaft only aroused me more.
My lips kissed up the inside of his thigh. My hands explored his body as I shifted myself so I was resting on my elbows. I nipped the skin as the juncture of his groin and lifted his left leg over my shoulder exposing his tight pink hole to me.
Elliot squirmed when my fingers sank into his ass cheek and I pulled him open more. Baring everything he was to me. A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled in my chest as I took him in.
When I looked up his eyes were nothing but dark pools of need. Want was etched into every nuance of his face. Elliot licked his lips, trying to catch his breath.
I ran my nose along that dark shadowed place between his cheeks before sucking one of his balls into my mouth. Rolling it around on my tongue I teased him with one than the other until he was pulling at my hair. Writhing in desperation for me to touch his perfect little dick.
“Daddy, please. Please. Please…”
A chuckle slipped from my lips. I winked at him then ran the flat of my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. Elliot shot up off the bed, body curled around my head. Hands pulling on my hair like he didn’t know if he should push me off or hold me closer.
The tip of my tongue dipped into his slit, scooping out the delicious precum that had been growing by the second.
“F-fuck!”
“You haven’t felt anything yet, baby,” I huffed against his thigh.
This time when Elliot flopped back on the bed.
His hands were wrapped in the sheet like he was holding on for dear life.
I licked my way up from the sensitive bundle of nerves at his entrance all the way to the mushroom head of his cock and swallowed him whole before he could even comprehend what I’d done to him.
His silken length slid slowly to the back of my throat. When Elliot whimpered I increased the pressure. Then buried my head against his stomach and swallowed around him where he was lodged in my throat.
“Ohmyfuckinggod.” It was a tortured cry if I’d ever heard one. And I couldn’t help but smile around his shaft.
I wanted to give him so much more. I wanted to edge him for hours until tears streamed down his face.
Until he was on the verge of blacking out.
His nervous system overloaded with sensation.
I wanted to hear him cry. I wanted him to beg and plead and whimper and whine.
I wanted him at my mercy. Totally under my control.
My perfect boy would look so utterly wrecked. Tear tracks glittering on his cheeks. Lips swollen and abused from my kisses. Skin flushed with arousal so strong it was more addictive than heroin.
When I finally allowed him to come, he’d pass out in the safety of my arms, where I’d treasure him. I’d kiss every inch of his body until his eyes fluttered open and the most perfect smile lit us his face.
I could see it all now. How perfect we really were for each other. He was everything I‘d ever dreamed of. Everything I could have ever wanted.
Elliot’s hips started to rock as he chased the sensation of my lips wrapped around him but a hand to his stomach held him still. His dick popped from my mouth when I released it. Smearing spit and precum all over the hollow of his stomach.
My hands ran up the back of his thighs, cupped the back of his knees and pushed them until they hit his chest. Without instruction Elliot grabbed hold of his legs and held himself open to me.
Tears trickled from his eyes. Head thrashing from side to side. “Please…please, Daddy,” he chanted. “I need. I need to—to—”
“I know exactly what you need. Just give me thirty seconds, sweetheart.” He blinked wide eyes up at me. My lips brushed his damp forehead. “Count for me. Can you do that?”
He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching. “Y-yes.”
“Good boy.” I kissed his lips like it was the end of the world and if I was being honest with myself, it probably should have been. But I was too far gone to think about repercussions.
“O-one,” he whispered.
The tip of my nose ran down the sensitive skin of his dick, then nuzzled his balls. Elliot kept counting through gasping pants. My hands wrapped around the base of his thighs and I yanked his ass right into my face.
“Five,” Elliot squeaked as I sucked on his hole.
My lips wrapped around it as my tongue licked and flicked against the sensitive nerves. His body moved in sync with my tongue like it was desperate to take me deeper.