Chapter 10
Damon
As my lips met Elliot's once more, an insatiable hunger consumed me. It wasn't just physical; it was needy, a ravenous beast clawing its way out from deep within my core. I needed him—every inch of him—and I needed him now.
Our tongues clashed, exploring each other's mouths with increasing ferocity. I could taste his desperation, matching my own, and it only served to fuel the inferno burning inside me. My hands, no longer content with simply holding him, began their own 'exploration', roaming over his lithe form, mapping out every curve and dip.
His clothes were suddenly an intolerable barrier, something to be eliminated immediately. I couldn't wait any longer to feel his skin against mine, to claim him entirely.
Starting with his jacket, I gripped the lapels roughly, tearing them apart with little regard for the delicate fabric. Buttons popped off, scattering across the table with soft pings. Elliot gasped into my mouth, surprised by my sudden aggression, but I didn't stop. Not when I was so close to having him exactly how I wanted him.
Next, I attacked his shirt, grabbing handfuls of the material and pulling violently. Seams tore, revealing glimpses of smooth, peachy skin underneath. I yanked harder, ignoring his muffled protests, driven by an overwhelming desire to possess him completely.
"Damon!" Elliot cried out, breaking our kiss briefly as I exposed his chest. "You're tearing my clothes!"
He didn't need to worry. I would give him new ones later after we were done.
"That's the idea," I growled, not slowing down in the slightest. If anything, hearing his voice, seeing the flush spreading across his cheeks, only spurred me on further.
His undershirt followed next, barely putting up a fight as I ripped it away from his body. With each piece of clothing I shredded, I revealed more of him, more of the soft, vulnerable flesh that begged to be claimed.
Elliot trembled, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could sense his struggle between fear and excitement, the battle waging within him as he tried to make sense of what was happening. There wasn't much to make sense of. This was happening because he allowed it to be.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes wide with disbelief as I tore at his slacks, popping the button open and dragging the zipper down with brute force.
"I'm taking what's mine," I replied, my voice low and commanding. There was no room for doubt or hesitation here, especially not when I had been craving this for so long.
I pulled his pants down, exposing his lean legs and the thin material of his briefs. Unable to resist, I traced the line of his thigh, feeling the muscles quiver. The scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, driving me wild with lust.
"And what if I don't want to be yours?" He challenged, his hazel eyes blazing with defiance even as his body betrayed him.
"Too late for that," I said, smirking as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. With one swift tug, I ripped them clean off, leaving him completely nude and at my mercy.
There he was, fully exposed, every inch of his beautiful, trembling body laid bare for me. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, drinking in the smooth planes of his stomach, the narrow hips, and the delicious V leading down to his hardening cock.
"You're… you're crazy," he whispered, wrapping his arms around himself in a futile attempt to cover up.
"No," I corrected, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. "I'm determined. And soon, you'll understand why."
My gaze locked onto Elliot's, watching as his pupils dilated and his breath hitched in anticipation. I could see the pulse throbbing at the base of his neck, hear the rapid beat of his heart echoing in my ears like a primal drumbeat calling me home.
I reached out, trailing my fingertips along his arm, feeling the goosebumps erupt beneath my touch. His skin was so soft, so smooth, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was like velvet under my calloused hands, and I found myself craving more of it.
My hand continued its journey upward, brushing past his elbow, his shoulder, until finally, I cupped his cheek. His hazel eyes fluttered closed, a small moan escaping his lips as I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his.
We stood there for a moment, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync. Then, slowly, I slid my hand down his neck, his collarbone, pausing at the hollow of his throat where his pulse raced wildly.
"I can feel your heartbeat," I murmured, my thumb rubbing circles against his vein. "It's racing, just like mine."
Elliot opened his eyes, locking gazes with me once again. "What does that mean?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It means…" I began, my hand continuing its descent, skimming over his nipple, making him gasp. "…that you're excited. That you want this as much as I do."
To prove my point, I wrapped my hand around his hard length, giving it a slow, firm stroke. He let out a low groan, his head falling back as I worked him with practiced ease.
"And what about… what you promised earlier?" He managed to utter through ragged breaths. "About giving me everything?"
A wicked grin spread across my face as I released my grip on his cock, only to grab both of his wrists in one hand. Before he could protest, I lifted his arms above his head, pinning them to the table behind him again.
"Well, you should remember that this is just the beginning, little omega," I growled, leaning in close enough for our noses to brush. "But first, I think it's time we even the playing field."
With that, I dropped to my knees before him, holding his gaze captive while I ran my tongue along the inside of his thigh. He shivered, his eyes widening in surprise as I moved closer and closer to his center. He didn't think I was going to do this.
"You're going to suck me off?" He gasped, sounding almost scandalized by the suggestion.
"Why not?" I countered, nipping at the tender skin near his groin. "After all, you've done nothing but tease me since the moment we met."
He could argue with that, but decided not to. Instead, he bit his lip, his hips jutting forward slightly as if inviting me to continue.
"So," I began, my hot breath washing over his sensitive flesh. "Let's see how well you taste."
And then, without any further warning, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his thickness, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip. He moaned loudly, his hips bucking as I sucked him deep, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
"Fuck, Damon!" He cried out, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. "That feels amazing!"
I chuckled, vibrating the sound along his length, drawing another gasp from his lips. But I didn't stop. Not when he was writhing so beautifully, not when he was begging for more with each desperate thrust of his hips.
Instead, I doubled my efforts, using my hand to pump him in rhythm with my mouth, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to feel him come undone, to watch as he lost control completely.
"Damon, please!" He pleaded. "I'm going to… I'm going to…"
I released my hold on Elliot's wrists, allowing his arms to drop limply to his sides. He looked at me, his hazel eyes mirroring his confusion and lust, panting heavily from the intense sensations that had just washed over him.
"Are you going to leave me hanging like that?" He asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Like what?"
He rolled his eyes, gesturing towards his rock-hard cock, which was still glistening with my saliva. "This," he said, wrapping his hand around his length. "You can't just start something like that and then stop."
I shrugged, affecting nonchalance. "Maybe I just like tormenting you."
He narrowed his eyes, considering me for a moment before a mischievous glint entered his gaze. "Fine," he declared, releasing his grip on his cock. "If you won't finish what you started, then I'll just have to return the favor."
Before I could react, he sank to his knees before me. I tensed, anticipation surging through me as I waited for his next move.
"You think you can torture me?" He asked, running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Two can play at that game."
He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the sensitive skin just below my navel. I shuddered, my abdominal muscles contracting at the sudden contact. It was such a simple gesture, yet it sent waves of pleasure radiating through me.
"And you want to know something?" He continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he trailed kisses lower and lower, edging closer to my throbbing length. "I love playing games."
I could hardly believe it. Here was this delicate omega, who had initially seemed so shy and hesitant, now taunting me, teasing me, driving me wild with desire. It was exhilarating, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me.
"So, let's play," I growled, my hands fisting in his messy curls, guiding his head towards my cock. "Let's see what you've got."
He grinned, looking up at me through his long lashes, and then, finally, he took me into his warm, wet mouth. I let out a low hiss, my head falling back as I savored the sensation of his tongue swirling around my head, his lips stretching to accommodate my thickness.
"Fuck, Elliot," I moaned, my hips jerking reflexively as he took me deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He was inexperienced, I could tell from the way he struggled to relax his throat, but he was eager, enthusiastic, and incredibly talented nonetheless.
He set a slow, steady rhythm, working me with his mouth and hand in perfect synchronization. The pressure was just right, not too tight, not too loose, driving me absolutely mad with need.
"Jesus Christ," I cursed, my grip on his hair tightening as he picked up speed, his suction becoming more intense. "Where did you learn to do that?"
He pulled back briefly, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He teased before diving back in, taking me even deeper this time.
I couldn't take it anymore. The sensation was too intense, too exquisite. I needed more. I needed to touch him, to claim him as my own.
"Stop," I ordered, pulling him off my cock with a pop. He looked up at me, surprise written all over his face. "Get on the table," I commanded, pointing towards the expansive wooden surface behind him.
He hesitated for a moment before obeying, climbing onto the table and lying back, his legs dangling over the edge. I joined him, positioning myself between his thighs, my hands running up and down his toned calves.
"Now," I began, locking my eyes with his. "Where were we?"
He bit his lip, looking up at me with those large, doe-like eyes. "I think you were about to lose control," he whispered, his hips bucking slightly as I ran my fingertips along the inside of his thigh.
"And I think you were about to drive me insane," I countered, smiling wickedly as I settled myself comfortably between his legs, preparing to continue the game we were playing.