Chapter 24 Anthony #2
But now my baby boy was a veritable feast before my eyes. Elliot pushed up and pulled my tee over his head and exhaled like the last barrier between us had finally fallen away.
The moment my hands wrapped around his knees, his hand latched around my wrist, and I froze. “Sweetheart?”
A delicate blush stained his cheek, making his freckles darken a few shades. His eyes slipped closed and he shook his head before they locked on me with renewed determination.
“I want to taste you this time, Daddy.”
My heart stuttered. I’d dreamed about his lips being wrapped around my cock as it tunneled inside his sweet mouth. How he’d lay on the sofa just suckling for comfort not just chasing my release. There were so many things I wanted with him. Things I never believed I deserved but maybe…one day.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ve been through so much today baby, I just want to make you feel good.”
The smile that lit up his face outshone the sun. “Yes.”
His answer was a simple truth.
Already on edge, I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed tight and dropped onto my back. Elliot started to crawl down the bed, but I caught his ankle in my grasp.
“No, sweetheart.” He looked at me in confusion, a cute little furrow between his brows. “I want you on top of me.” I pointed to my face. “I want to taste you too.”
He sucked in a shaky breath. Tilted his head to the side like he was processing my words. His lips quirked into a smile, then I helped guide him into position. My hands spanned the entirety of his waist, thumb dipping into his crease.
Elliot wiggled his hips until he felt comfortable. All it did was highlight the dimples just above his ass that I wanted to fill with my cum.
“Fuck,” I ground out as his hand wrapped around my shaft. “That feels so good baby boy.”
Elliot snorted. “I haven't done anything yet.”
I hummed in response. “It's been me and my right hand for too long.” I confessed. “I’d forgotten how amazing it felt to be touched by anything other than a mechanical touch.”
“Oh, Daddy,” he breathed over the tip of my cock and tightened his grip.
The sensation made my hips roll without my permission.
“Someone wants to play,” Elliot muttered, dragging his nose down my length, a moan slipping from between his lips as he inhaled.
Heat dripped onto the head of my cock before I felt the first tentative swipe of his tongue. It traced the shape of my tip, like little kitten licks that felt like sparks of electricity straight to my balls.
Indescribable pressure hit the next second, and he moaned loudly. It took my brain a second to come back online and realize he was sucking the precum right out of me.
“Elliot,” I growled in warning.
I wouldn't last if he continued like this. For someone who had no previous experience, his confidence in the bedroom shocked me. But I welcomed it. I hoped it was because I made him feel safe. Wanted. That he felt comfortable enough to explore everything he desired.
Without warning his lips wrapped around me, and he swallowed me down. His tongue curved to the shape of my dick. He took more than I expected on the first pass, and it took everything in me not to thrust straight to the back of his throat so he had no choice but to swallow around me.
My thumbs pulled his cheeks apart. There it was, his tight pink entrance. It looked so small and sweet. Too small to fit my di—
“Holy shit,” I shouted as he sucked so hard on my dick that my vision whited out. “Elliot!”
He hummed around me, saliva slid down my length which he used to smooth the glide of his hand. Elliot hummed, the tip of my cock pressed to the roof of his mouth. Fuck it was exquisite. The vibrations had my cock thickening on his tongue, no doubt stretching his mouth to the point it ached.
But nothing seemed to deter him. He took me deeper this time. Enough to make him gag. I was about to tell him not to push himself, but if anything, it spurred him on. His hunger for me, ravenous.
Not one to be outdone, my eyes dropped to the vision before me. I spat on his hole. He locked up for a split second as the sensation registered, then he melted in my hands. His body malleable to my needs.
The first swipe of my tongue had him popping off my dick. Moaning loudly, he thrust his ass back into my face. Offering. Begging for more. There was nothing in this world that could have stopped me now.
My lips sealed around that tight ring of muscle. I licked and sucked on it until it softened enough for me to work the tip of my tongue inside him. His earthy flavor exploded over my taste buds. The groan that rumbled in my chest sounded like a starving man having his taste of nirvana.
Ravenous, I devoured him. Elliot met me thrust for thrust of my tongue taking me deeper every time.
When he'd softened enough to work one finger inside him, he couldn’t focus anymore.
He collapsed. Head against my thigh lips suckling me for comfort, nothing more as he gave himself over to me completely.
With one hand, I pulled my drawer open, grabbing the lube and licking my fingers. My teeth skimmed over his cheek chasing the freckles I found there. His body welcomed my slick fingers without hesitation as I scissored them, stretching him enough to add another.
All the while, Elliot panted and moaned. He whined and begged for me. Every salacious sound he made was maddening in its intensity. After what felt like hours, he was taking four fingers with ease. And I was positive that if I went slowly, I wouldn't hurt him.
“Daddy, please…I… need you inside me.”
“I need inside you just as much, sweetheart.”
His body was molten and so fucking pliable beneath my fingers. I picked him up and turned him so he faced me. Took in his flushed sweat-dampened cheeks, parted lips and glazed look. His body glistened in the low lights. He looked wrecked in the most perfect way.
Confusion washed over his beautiful face as I settled him so he was straddling my hips. “W-what?”
My lips brushed his forehead. “So you can control everything, sweet thing. Taking as much as you want,” I answered and reached for my drawer again.
Elliot shook his head. “No.”
“No?” I asked and cupped his face. “What do you mean? I thought—”
“I want you to take control,” he breathed, eyes fluttering shut.
“I want you to.. To lead.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, then locked his gaze on mine.
“I want to submit.” His words were whisper soft.
“When I’m with you. Like this, it all… floats away.
And I… I don’t have to think. Just feel. ”
“Oh, baby.” I pulled him toward me, lips seeking his. “You want Daddy to take control?”
His answering smile bloomed against my mouth as I took him in a soul affirming kiss. Without breaking the moment I flipped us so he was underneath me. It was no small feat, but he gave himself over to me in a way that made it as easy as breathing.
When I went to reach for the condom in my drawer again he bit my lips. “No. I don’t want anything between us.”
My breath punched out of me. “Are you sure?”
His face flushed a deeper shade of red. “Yes. I want to give myself to you in every way possible. I want to feel every second of you inside me.” He shuddered, my fingers running through his damp hair. “I want to keep part of you inside me for as long as I can.”
“Fucking hell, baby boy.” I kissed the tip of his nose. His closed eyes. Across his forehead, down his cheeks and back to his lips. Every cell in me had come to life. “I want nothing more than to mark you as mine with my cum.”
“Please.” It wasn’t a demand. It was sweet surrender.
Elliot pulled his legs to his chest offering himself to me without reservation. It stole my breath. And I wondered how we’d gotten here from that first night when I saw him shatter on the cliff after Natalie’s funeral.
I swallowed down the swell of emotion that threatened to pull me under and notched the head of my cock against his slick hole. “Bare down when I tell you to.”
Luminous eyes blinked at me. The unwavering intensity was overwhelming. Despite the fear that lingered in my mind that I was taking something I wasn’t worthy of. Everything about this moment had a rightness to it I’d never felt before.
My hips rolled forward slowly, his body resisting the intrusion for a second before that tight ring of muscle gave way and welcomed me inside. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so amazing.”
My forehead dropped to his and I squeezed my eyes shut. He was so fucking tight it took everything in me not to come instantly. Elliot’s body locked up as I edged deeper.
“Breath, baby boy.” I kissed his cheeks and stole his lips distracting him while he relaxed around me. When I felt him exhale, I pulled back ever so slightly. “Bear down for me sweetheart. Let me in.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he breathed out.
It was like magic. I felt the tension release, his fingers dug into my back pulling me closer, urging me deeper. The tight heat of his body, slick and open to me, sucked me in as I rocked my hips.
“So good,” Elliot whimpered as I bottomed out. His legs wrapped around my waist. His harsh pants against my ear made me shudder and him moan in return. “I’m ready. Move. Please.”
My body moved before he finished speaking.
The steady roll of my hips soon gave way to long, deep languid thrusts.
Heat simmered between us as we lost ourselves in each other.
The perfect balance of push and pull. I drove deeper and deeper until it was just a rocking grind of my hips that teased his prostate on every pass.
“More. Yes. More..” He chanted in time with our movements.
Every time I pulled back he chased me with his hands and mouth. Like he couldn’t bear for there to be any space between us. Like he wanted to curl up inside me and never leave.
“I’m so close, Daddy. I want you to come with me.”