18. Elliot
18
ELLIOT
SCOTT
How goes it with the boytoy?
If anyone’s the boytoy, it’s me.
SCOTT
Ooh, tell me more.
In your dreams. Are you texting me for a reason?
SCOTT
Yes. Hoax is arguing with me that the saying isn’t, “Too many sausages in the kitchen” and I need you to back me up.
Yeah, that isn’t the saying. It’s “Too many cooks in the kitchen”.
SCOTT
Wow. You’re dead to me, Bennett.
Love you, too, Scooter.
The hotel gym is open twenty-four hours here, so we don’t have to get special permission to be there after nine o’clock. I look up from my texts with Scott just in time to see Grady sauntering in five minutes early, and I nearly tweak a muscle in my neck doing a double-take.
He’s wearing his backward Cougars hat like usual, but today, he has on black joggers and a tattered grey cutoff t-shirt. It looks old and reminds me of every wannabe hot guy who went to my high school. There’s far more skin than I was prepared for him to have on display, and my thoughts plummet to the gutter.
Grady’s all smug smiles as he stops in front of me, his fingers gently pressing into the underside of my jaw. When my teeth click against each other, I realize I have been staring at him with my mouth open.
“Uh, hi.”
“Hi, Princess,” he murmurs, crowding further into my space.
His mouth finds mine as my back hits the wall of mirrors, and I nearly melt when his tongue brushes against my lower lip. Grady kisses like I’m essential to his survival, and I’ll never get over it.
“What are you doing?”
“Saying hello.”
“We’re supposed to be doing your exercises.” I remind him, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. That, or he just doesn’t care. “Grady,” I groan, pushing him away when his lips brush my jawline. “Exercises first.”
“But then I’ll be too tired to hold you against the wall while I fuck you.”
“Th-that’s, uh,” my brain scrambles to find words—any words at all. “No.”
Grady smirks at my inability to speak, dropping a gentle kiss to my temple before taking a step backward. “Where do we start, doc?”
It takes entirely too long for me to gather my thoughts, but I manage to get on the right track eventually. Grady listens to all my instructions, nodding and looking very interested in every comment I make, except that each time I move in front of him, his lips end up on whatever part of me is closest. After the third time he kisses the underside of my bicep, I give him a stern look.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“That,” I gesture between his face and my arm. “Stop kissing my arm while you’re supposed to be exercising.”
“Is there somewhere you would prefer me to kiss?” Grady gives me a look that says he isn’t sorry about this situation in the slightest, and I have to hold back the childish desire to stomp my foot in irritation.
“How about this,” I step forward, grabbing my tablet off the bench by Grady’s hip. His lips brush my earlobe before I can dodge him, and I shoot daggers at him through my eyes. “If you keep your lips to yourself for the rest of your workout, I will kiss you wherever you want.”
“Wherever I want?”
“Wherever you want.”
“Deal,” he slips off the bench, getting into position on the floor to start the laying down shoulder flex. I hand him the five-pound weight, and he carefully goes through the set, listening to my few directions.
Thirty minutes later, we’re running through his cooldown, and Grady looks about ready to bounce out of his skin.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Nope.”
I watch him as we put the equipment up, making sure he isn’t using his arm unnecessarily, but he only grabs heavy objects with his right hand. When I’ve thrown the last of the resistance bands into the bag I brought from Carriage Park, I turn toward the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Grady is pressed against my back, his hands working their way under my t-shirt as he kisses a line up the side of my neck.
“To bed?”
“We had a deal,” he reminds me, taking a step backward and dragging me with him. “You have to kiss me wherever I want.”
“Was that the deal? I don’t remember.”
“Let me refresh your memory,” he spins me until my back hits the wall, his body pressing into mine in a way that sends shivers across my skin. I give in to his kiss, reveling in how he makes me feel like I’m the center of his Universe. “I know where I want you to kiss me.”
“In the bathroom?” I ask, my words coming out far breathier than I intended.
Grady chuckles, his nose brushing against mine. “Cute, but we both know you meant you’d kiss me anywhere on my body.”
“Do we both know that?” I tease, my laughter turning into a gasp when Grady’s hand drops to rub against my dick.
“I don’t remember signing up for a brat, Princess.”
“Oh, fuck.” My dick throbs against his palm, and I nearly concuss myself when my head drops back against the mirror. When I manage to pry my eyes open, I’m met with a sight that immediately kills the arousal thrumming through my veins. “Shit, Grady. There are cameras here.”
“So?”
“So, Nell will murder both of us if we make a sex tape. Accidentally or not,” I chide at the look in Grady’s eyes as I carefully remove his hand from the front of my pants. “She’s already mad at us for sleeping together at all.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
“I wasn’t kidding about the bathroom.”
“I’m not having you blow me for the first time in a dirty public restroom.”
I try very hard not to let my opinions about that show on my face, but I’m unsuccessful. Grady’s eyes widen a fraction of an inch before he laces our fingers together and pulls me off the wall. There isn’t time for me to grab my bag before we’re out the door and down the hallway, but I can’t bring myself to care about leaving it behind.
Grady slows as we pass the front desk, letting go of my hand as he smiles brightly at the woman behind the monitor. She gives him a smile that borders on being too friendly, and I nearly growl at her before I remember that I have zero claim on Grady. She can smile all she wants. Hell, she could fuck him if she wanted, and that thought pisses me off more than anything else.
The moment we reach the bathroom, I shove Grady inside. Both stall doors are open, and there isn’t anyone standing at the urinals, so I quickly ball my fist in Grady’s shirt, redirecting him until his back slams against the bathroom door.
Our kiss is bruising, and I feel a swell of excitement when my teeth sink into his lower lip, making Grady suck in a hard breath. My hands are all over his body, my fingers dragging along the line of his cock before sliding beneath his shirt to rub along his abs.
“Think little miss perfect lipstick would give you a dirty bathroom blowjob?”
“Who?”
I drop to my knees, hoping Grady doesn’t hear the way the left one crackles like a crunched-up water bottle. Looking up at him through my lashes, I see something flash across Grady’s face right before he reaches up to flip his hat around to the front. It covers his eyes in shadows, and I immediately hate it.
“Uh-uh, big man. Flip it back around, and hold your shirt up for me,” I add, sliding my hand along the bottom of his abdomen until he grabs the hem of his cutoff from me. “I want you to see what I do to you.”
“Fuck,” Grady’s head thumps once against the door before he flips his hat back around. “I thought you said no one should call me ‘big man’ in bed.”
The realization that I said big man makes me laugh as I drag his joggers and underwear down his thighs. “That was before I knew what you were working with, obviously.”
“Oh, obviously,” he jokes, running the hand that isn’t holding his shirt through my hair. “Elliot, you don’t have to?—”
I cut him off by running my tongue up the underside of his cock. I love the way he groans my name, his fingers tightening in my hair as I slowly take him into my mouth. Grady holds very still, his body entirely too tense for my liking.
“What’s the matter?”
He shakes his head, dragging his nails against my scalp and sending shivers across my entire body. “Nothing.”
“Then talk to me.” My hand runs up and down his shaft as I try to gauge how much I will be able to fit in my mouth. It’s easily the biggest dick I’ve ever sucked, but the idea excites me more than it terrifies me.
Grady grunts when I close my lips over him again, and it takes a moment before he speaks. “Whose lipstick were you talking about, Princess?”
He waits for me to respond, but I have a mouthful of dick and zero desire to revisit my little jealous outburst, so I ignore the question. Grady huffs, running his thumb along my cheekbone as I suck him to the back of my throat.
“You wouldn’t have been talking about the woman at the front desk, would you? I know my little whore doesn’t get jealous of pretty, put-together women like her.”
I growl around the head of his cock, and Grady breathes out a dark chuckle. He opens his mouth to say something else, and I swallow around him, hoping it will stop his train of thought. Sure enough, Grady hisses a curse, his abs tightening as his hips flex off the bathroom door.
“Sorry,” he sighs, rubbing his thumb around the edge of my bottom lip where it’s stretched around him. “You test my control when you’re on your knees for me, Princess.”
Pulling back, I rest the head of his cock on my lip as I say, “Then stop trying to control yourself.”
“Elliot, you don’t—fuck!” He gasps when I push forward, taking him so deep in my throat that it spasms around him. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I’m pretty sure,” I pull back far enough to look up at him through my lashes again. “I’m asking you to fuck my throat so hard that the pretty, put-together woman hears exactly who you belong to.”
It’s possessive, snarky, and far more confident than I feel when the words leave my mouth. Thankfully, there’s a perfect distraction staring me in the face.
“I think I like you jealous, Princess,” Grady snorts, running his fingers through my hair again. My head bobs, one hand meeting my lips on the down stroke as I take him as far into my throat as I can on my own.
“You think you’re ready for me, Princess?” Grady presses forward experimentally, pulling back before he’s reached my limit. “Look at you, on your knees, drooling all over my cock like the prettiest fucking slut. You like that? You like when I use your throat, little fucktoy?”
A groan rumbles through me, making Grady curse. My hand drops to the waistband of my joggers, slipping inside to palm my painfully hard dick. Grady curses again, his head hitting the door with a loud thud. “My needy little cumslut, so turned on by having my cock down your throat you can’t even keep your hands out of your pants. Pathetic. Little. Slut.”
Grady pushes into the back of my throat with each word, making my eyes roll back as I slide a hand along my aching dick in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, Princess. You’re gonna make me come if you keep making those desperate fucking noises. Is that what you’re after, little whore? You want my cum?”
I moan around the head of his cock, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought. “My worthless little gutter slut, so ready to drop to your knees for me, and now you’re begging for my cum. Are you going to take it all? Are you going to swallow me down like the needy little cumslut you are?”
My head bobs again, the word please on repeat in my mind as I choke on his cock. I need it. I need him to fill me and mark me. I need him to claim me in ways that are overwhelming and terrifying in their intensity. The thought of Grady branding himself into my skin sends lightning down my spine, and I come so hard my head spins. Grady groans something that sounds vaguely like my name through the blood rushing in my ears. His cum hits the back of my throat, and I do my best to swallow it all, even as the aftershocks of my own orgasm shiver through my body.
Grady drags me to my feet, pulling my hand to his mouth so he can suck my cum from my fingers. He licks along my palm, going all the way down to my wrist to suck on the pulse point there. Then his lips are on mine, and I can taste us both in his mouth.
“You did so well, Princess.” He nips at my lower lip, his hands running along my arms and chest. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I feel like I’m floating away, and his hands on my arms are the only thing keeping me from disappearing. “How do you feel, Elliot?”
“Spacy.”
He smiles at me, and I feel myself melt that much further. “What do you need right now?”
“Don’t let me disappear.”
And that’s how I end up cuddled into Matthew fucking Grady’s chest on the dirty floor of a public restroom. I don’t know how long we’re down there, but eventually my brain evens out and the floaty feeling settles into a pleasant buzz.
“I think I’m good,” I give Grady a tight smile, pushing off his pecs to put some space between us. “Thanks.”
“Elliot,” Grady stops me from standing with a hand wrapped around my wrist. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I just,” I frown down at him. How do I apologize for this when I don’t even know what this was? “I didn’t mean to get all...”
I wave at the air in general, hoping he knows what I mean without me having to say it. Grady frowns, pulling me back toward him when I try to stand up again. His lips are soft and warm against mine, and I melt into his kiss. Everything feels different now, and I don’t know if I like it or not.
“Don’t apologize.” He bites my lip again, and it feels like he’s doing it to stop himself from saying something else. “Do you think she heard us?”
It takes me a moment to remember we’re not the only two people left on the planet and that the hotel receptionist has been standing in the lobby this whole time. “Only one way to find out.”