Chapter 28 #2
Bent down, I licked and sucked his semierect dick clean.
Only then did I crawl back up his body and slam my lips down on his.
Elliot’s body jolted like it had been struck by a live wire.
Arms wrapping around my neck as we passed his release back and forth between us until all that remained was the salty sweetness of him.
“Ohmygod,” he breathed against my lips. “That was fucking hot.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I kissed him one last time then proceeded to strip him bare, bar the white socks that were on his feet.
His beautiful eyes ran over my body, his stare so intense it felt like a physical caress. “See something you like?” I joked and pulled my pants off.
“Just everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
I blinked wide-eyed up at him; his features, half lost to shadow, made him look even more beautiful. His skin seemed to glow, whether it was from the flush that stained his skin or the sheen of sweat that covered him. I didn't know.
Stunned, I didn't know how to answer. My weak “Thank you.” Didn’t seem enough, but that was the limit of my cognitive functions right now.
“I love you,” he breathed, hand trailing down his body, wrapping around his length like he was going to put a show on for me.
“Fuck, baby boy. The things you do to me.”
Balanced on a knife’s edge, I gave my balls a swift yank. That burning pain was all it took to halt my orgasm in its tracks. With my shoulders between his legs I pushed his knees up to his chest and pulled his cock down over his balls.
Now I could feast on his ass and tease his needy dick.
I licked and kissed the inside of his tight hole dragging out the moment in a way I knew he loved to hate.
Elliot loved being edged as much as I loved to push him to the brink of no return, but now wasn’t the time for that.
But it didn’t mean I couldn't taunt him a little.
“Please, please, please, please,” he chanted like a prayer I was unable to resist.
My hands cupped his cheeks holding him open for me. When my tongue was just above his tight little hole, I looked up. Golden green depth bore down on me. The command clear in them. Now. I want it now. I need you now.
Who was I to refuse? The flat of my tongue dragged across his skin from his tailbone all the way up his cleft to the slick head of his cock.
“Holy fucking shit.” Elliot threw his arm over his face, teeth sinking into his arm as he moaned and groaned.
My tongue was relentless as it lashed over the sensitive nerves of his entrance. Poking and prodding. Licking and sucking. His hips rolled back begging me to go deeper. Harder.
Lost to sensation, Elliot’s body was mine to control. I could make him sing for me, the sounds he made were etched into my mind forever mine.
Inside the pocket of my jeans I found a packet of lube, slicked my fingers up and worked them into his loosened hole.
“Yes,” Elliot ground out. “Right there, Daddy. That's it, right. Fucking.There.”
“That the spot, baby boy?” I chucked, stroking his prostate until his thighs that were now draped over my shoulder, shook.
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to make you come like this? Or…?”
Without taking a breath Elliot screamed. “Or! I choose or.”
With one hand I pushed his left knee back, he quickly wrapped a hand under it holding it in place. I used the remainder of the lube on my fingers along with a healthy dose of spit to slick my cock up with.
Sat back on my knees, I pulled Elliot by his hips until his lower half rested on my legs. Draped his right knee over my arm and teased his entrance with the tip of my cock. I felt the way his hole clenched in anticipation.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Elliot growled, teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
I sank all the way into him in one smooth thrust, until I bottomed out. My groin snug against his ass I rolled my hips slowly allowing him to adjust to my size and the speed of my intrusion.
My head tipped back on my shoulders, a groan rumbling in my chest as the muscles of his channel rippled around me. Ever the impatient one, Elliot pushed back begging me to move without words.
At this angle, every snap and roll of my hips meant my cock dragged over his prostate in the most delicious way.
“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So do you, baby.”
We lost ourselves to the rhythm of our bodies as we moved in perfect synchronicity. When Elliot reached up, arms out stretched I moved to him. Closing the space between us and sealing our lips together.
We rocked, and moaned as we chased our high. The sensation of being inside him. Of being so deeply in love with him made this moment unforgettable. The moon fractures over the water, the stars hung like diamonds in the sky.
And I was buried inside the most perfect person in the world. He owned my heart. From now until forever I’d never look at another soul. My world began and ended with him.
Our orgasms crashed into us with a blinding intensity. Bodies locking up at the same time. He clamped down on me as I thickened. His tongue dueled with mine. Frozen motion I filled him as heat from his releases seared across my skin.
“Daddy,” Elliot cried, and I swallowed it down.
“I love you baby boy," I breathed against his mouth.
Tremors rocked through me as I continued thrusting until I’d emptied every drop of my cum deep inside him. Even though my arms were weak and my body was drained I held myself above him, not wanting to squash him. I never wanted to hurt him again.
Elliot huffed and slapped my lower ass. I pushed up onto my elbow and looked at him, concern lining my features.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Frustrated, Elliot rolled his eyes. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” I asked and rocked into him again making him melt for a split second.
“Stop holding back.” He slapped my ass again and chuckled. “I want to feel you on top of me.”
“I am,” I arched a brow at him, having an inkling where this was headed. But I didn’t want to make it too easy for him.
”Seriously?” he whined, eyes narrowed.
“Yup.”
“Ugh, fine,” he huffed. “I want to feel you against me, Daddy. All of you. I can take it I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“But, I just said––"
I cut him off with a quick brush of my lips, "I know but I don’t want to hurt you.” I cupped his face, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek bone. “I just want to make sure.”
“Yes. I want you like that because it’ll help keep you inside me.” He yawned. “I’ve been empty too long.”
Carefully, I lowered myself in small increments checking in with him until he was ready to scream. He didn’t know it yet but I had brought him a little surprise. Something that would help with that feeling of emptiness he seemed to despise so much.
I woke to warmth. The weight of him. Not the abstract idea of it, not the memory of it. But the real thing. Anchored around me.
Elliot was curled into me like he’d been built for the space beneath my chin, his back pressed to my chest, arm draped over his middle, my hand splayed protectively over his stomach. His breath was slow and even, soft puffs of air brushing my throat with every exhale.
For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too deeply because I didn't dare wake him.
The back of my truck was wrapped in blankets and half-light, the windows fogged, dawn leaking in through pale gold seams. The ocean murmured somewhere beyond the tailgate, low and steady, like it was keeping watch.
My world narrowed down to one quiet miracle. Elliot.
I shifted enough to ease the cramp in my shoulder, and his body responded instantly. His arm tightened around mine in his sleep, pulling me closer like his nervous system recognized mine even before his mind did.
My chest felt stupid and fragile. God, how I wanted to stay in this moment forever. I pressed my face into his hair and breathed him in. Salt, lavender and honey. Elliot was my oxygen.
He stirred slowly. Not fully awake. Just a soft, questioning sound in the back of his throat. His head tipped back slightly against my shoulder, his lashes fluttering.
Mmh,” he murmured.
I smiled into his hair. My hand slid up his stomach, slow and grounding, thumb brushing gentle circles like I was reminding both of us we were still here. Safe and together.
“You okay, baby boy?” I whispered.
He shifted, turning in my arms, clumsy and soft with sleep. His hair was rumpled. His eyes half lidded. Mouth parted like he hadn’t quite decided whether he was dreaming or not.
Hazel orbs focused on me. A smile tipped up his lips. Like seeing me was the best possible answer to whatever his brain had been holding onto.
My heart cracked in two.
“Morning,” he breathed.
“Morning,” I murmured back.
I tucked a stray curl behind his ear and just looked at him. He was beautiful like this. Unarmored. Open. Mine in a way that wasn’t about possession but choice. I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t deep, just a slow press of my mouth to his like a punctuation. A promise I intended to keep.
When I pulled back, I didn’t go far, just hovered there, memorizing him in the new light of day. Then started kissing his freckles. One by one. On his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. Down to the corners of his mouth, just because I could.
He squirmed and laughed softly, “Daddy, that tickles.”
“That’s the point,” I murmured, pressing another kiss under his eye. “You’re unbearably cute when you’re not fully awake.”
He hid his face against my chest, smiling broadly. My arms tightened around him instinctively. He was my everything.
I pressed my mouth to his ear and whispered, “I thought you’d like to watch the sunrise with me.”
He went very still. Pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes glass-bright in the dawn.
“You remembered.”
“Of course I did,” I replied and kissed him again. Slower this time, full of everything I wasn’t afraid of anymore.
We untangled ourselves from the blankets, clumsy and quiet, slow with sleep and got dressed. Once I was ready, I slipped out of the truck with the camping stove intent on heating some water to fill a couple of flasks with coffee while Elliot got dressed.
It didn’t take long before his shriek reached my eyes from the truck, swiftly followed by a bellowed. “Anthony!”
Chuckling, I opened the door, “Yes, baby?”
Elliot sat there in pink boxer-briefs blanket draped over his shoulders. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for my response.
“I’m making flasks of coffee to take with us, so you better hurry up.”
He shook his head, muttering under his breath as he shifted around until his ass was facing me. “About this.” He pulled his briefs down and deftly pulled his cheeks apart and ground out, “That.”
“Oh, that?”
He spun around and glared. “Yes, that! Why is there a plug in my ass?”
I rubbed my hand over my beard for a second, contemplating the best way to explain it to him.
“I got it for you because you beg me to stay buried inside you after I’ve filled you with my cum.
” His cheeks flushed, tongue tracing the shape of his bottom lip.
“And how you don’t want me to pull out because you feel empty. ”
The hazel of his eyes had been swallowed by pools of darkness. “I do,” he said too quietly. “But that doesn't explain why I have one in now.” He tried to sound put out, but the heat in his expression said otherwise.
“When I slipped it in last night you begged to keep it in. Said you wanted to wake up full of me…”
“Huh. Right. Go make coffee. We’ll discuss this more in a bit.” With that he turned around to continue getting dressed.
By now the water was boiling so I quickly made up the flasks and waited for him to join me.
A couple of minutes later he slipped out barefoot into the cool sand, wrapped in our blankets. I placed one hand on his lower back and guided him down the beach.
We walked to the shoreline together, fingers laced like it was the most natural thing in the world. The sky was bleeding pink and gold on the horizon. The water was calm—glassy—reflecting the light like it was trying to capture the sky in all its glory.
Elliot sat between my legs, back to my chest, his head tipped back against my shoulder. My blanket covered arms were wrapped around him keeping him close.
We sat there, lost in the moment, and when the sun finally crested the water, it was warm and unapologetically alive.
For the first time in years, I didn't feel like I was bracing for a loss. I felt like I was standing at the starting line of forever. With him. And there was nowhere else I’d rather be.