23. Grady
23
GRADY
I’m going to pass out. All of the blood leaves my head at once, little spots exploding in my vision as I stare at Elliot’s flushed face.
“Oh, Princess.” I don’t know what else to say. The words aren’t coming out of my mouth even though they’re racing through my brain. I decide to forgo words, sliding my hand along his back until I reach the plug.
Elliot moans when the toy slides out, his back arching as if he’s trying to push it back in. I don’t let myself focus on that for too long, or I’ll put the plug back in and insist he leave it there. My motions are strained as I lube my cock, mostly because I can’t drag my eyes away from Elliot. His hips are rocking gently back and forth, tiny movements that he’s probably unaware he’s even making.
I still haven’t thought of anything to say by the time I shift behind him, running the head of my cock against his asshole. “You ready?”
“Yes,” he sighs, rolling his hips back to meet me.
“Yes, what?”
Elliot’s brow furrows, confusion stilling him beneath me. I see the moment realization dawns in his eyes, his gaze darting quickly toward me before he looks away again. “Yes, sir.”
“So good for me.” All of my attention is laser-focused on the point where Elliot’s body is adjusting around me.
Just like every other time, Elliot pushes back to meet me with a low moan. I want to tell him he’s beautiful like this, bent over and taking my cock, but the words won’t come. Something is shifting under my skin, and if I open my mouth, the wrong words will come out—the big words, the terrifying ones, the ones you can’t take back.
Elliot sighs, his chest flattening against the mattress as his back bends for me. “Please, sir.”
The words crawl up my throat, but I hold them back as I give in to his quiet demand. Elliot groans with each thrust, his hands pressing against the headboard, face turned to the side, eyes closed, and mouth open. I want to kiss him. I want to consume him. I want him to consume me.
“Grady,” he gasps, eyelids fluttering when I lean forward to circle my hand around his cock.
“That’s right, Princess,” I kiss his back, trapping the words against his skin. “Say my name.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna—shit, Grady, can I come?”
“You better,” I chuckle against his shoulder blade. “You better come on my cock, Cumslut.”
Elliot groans, his entire body seizing up. I follow him over the edge, burying my face against his spine to stop the things trying to leave my mouth. Now isn’t the time. There might not ever be a time, but either way, it definitely isn’t now .
“Are you?—”
My question is cut off by the sound of a beep, followed immediately by the door slamming into the deadbolt that I slid into place while Elliot was getting on the bed.
“What the fuck?” Steal’s voice slips through the cracked door, his surprise instantly replaced by understanding. “You guys better not be fucking on my bed.”
Elliot’s giggles are still ringing in my ears when we get on the plane to Seattle the next morning. He’s already there, sitting in his normal seat at the back of first class. I try to catch his eyes, but he’s absorbed in the book sitting on his lap.
I stand there watching him until Miller pokes me in the back, urging me to keep going. Steal is in a much better mood now that no one’s calling him a virgin, and he smiles at me when I drop into the seat at his side. I don’t actually think he’s a virgin, but something about him screams inexperience. Then again, I would have said the same thing about Elliot, and look at him?
“But what keeps the plane in the air?”
“I don’t know, Mills.”
“It’s massive. By all accounts, it should fall out of the sky.”
“And yet, it doesn’t.”
“But it should,” Miller insists, looking at each of us even though Hoax is the only one responding to him. “None of you know?”
Steal shakes his head in time with mine, making Mills huff dramatically. “I’m going to ask the pilot.”
“You’re doing no such thing,” Hoax snaps, stopping Mills from undoing his seatbelt. We’re in the air before Hoax convinces Miller that he can just look the answer up online.
“But what if I want to talk to the pilot?”
“He’s working, Mills,” Steal comes to Hoax’s aid. “You can talk to him when we land.”
“ If we land.”
Everyone groans at his dramatics, but he waves us off. Half an hour later, we’re all doing our own thing. Hoax is watching videos on his phone, Mills and Steal are both sleeping, and I’m reading one of the books I bought on my date with Elliot.
The date that I told him was an experiment like a fucking asshole. I should have told him then and there that I wanted it to be an actual date, but I couldn’t make the words come out.
My eyes dart toward his seat for the billionth time since the plane took off, but I don’t see him. Frowning, I turn back to my book. When he’s still not in his seat five minutes later, I get too curious for my own good. I don’t see him when I enter the first class area. I half expected Elliot to be sitting with one of the other trainers, but I can’t find his distinct blond hair anywhere.
“Grady.” A soft voice comes from a few rows ahead of me, and I see Perry leaning into the aisle. We make eye contact, and he waves me over. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” I nod, moving my left arm so he can see the range of motion has improved since the last time we talked. “It’s healing quick.”
“That’s great,” Perry gives me an encouraging smile. “Elliot’s reports on your progress have seemed really good. I thought I could do a manual eval soon. I want to see the progress for myself and make sure you’re not just steamrolling the new guy.”
I can tell he’s joking, but I shut down that thought immediately. “I definitely am not. Not that I haven’t tried, but he’s surprisingly insistent on the rules.”
Perry’s laugh is deep and warm, and I notice that he looks well-rested for once. “Then it’s settled.”
He says something else, but I don’t hear it. My attention has shifted to the front of the plane, where Elliot is stepping out of the restroom. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips look slightly swollen as if someone has been biting them. Has he been fucking someone in the bathroom? I push aside the desire to turn and look for Adam Shelby in the back of the plane. It isn’t my business if Elliot is fucking Shelby. We never talked about being exclusive, so why wouldn’t he fuck someone else?
The first class bathroom is roomier, but it’s also riskier. Everyone is facing forward, so you’re more likely to get caught. If he would have agreed to fuck me on the plane, I would have taken him to the back. I fight down my frustration that he was willing to fuck someone else on the plane when he told me that was a soft limit, but maybe he just meant it was a soft limit with me. Does he have different limits with other people? Does he not trust me?
Elliot is suddenly at my side, casually saying hello to Perry as if it isn’t obvious he just got fucked six ways from Sunday. “Hey, Grady, I sent you that clip we discussed before if you want to check it out.”
“What clip?”
He gives me a look like I’ve done something wrong, but he’s not going to call me on it in front of Perry. “The stretching one. I texted it to you.”
“Oh, okay,” I try to go along with whatever he’s talking about, but I don’t remember any stretching videos, and all I really want to know is who he was fucking in the bathroom. “I’ll watch it later.”
“You might want to at least look at it before we land,” he says slowly before waving at Perry and moving down the aisle. I don’t manage to respond before the seatbelt sign dings on, and the captain announces turbulence ahead.
“You better get back to your seat,” Perry advises with a small smile. “Can’t have you getting hurt again so soon.”
I fake a laugh, quickly moving down the aisle toward coach. Elliot gives me a sheepish smile as I pass him, and I nearly drop into the seat at his side and demand to know who he was fucking, but the answer will just hurt my feelings even more.
When I spot Shelby sleeping a few rows behind my seat, I breathe a sigh of relief. If I had it my way, Elliot wouldn’t be with anyone other than me, but at least it isn’t Adam fucking Shelby.
“Where’d you go?”
I wave toward first class, dropping into my seat next to Steal with a grunt. “I needed to talk to Perry.”
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, man,” I assure him with an encouraging smile that doesn’t reflect how I’m feeling. “All good.”
Steal nods a few times before turning his back to me again. I reach for my book in the pocket on the back of Miller’s seat before remembering the video Elliot told me to watch. Sure enough, I have a text from him. Except, it isn’t a video; it’s a voice memo.
I scramble for my headphones, wanting desperately to hear whatever Elliot has to say. If he’s ending things in a voice memo, I will riot. Not because he’s ending things, that’s entirely his prerogative, but a voice memo? Really?
The moment my headphones connect to my phone, I hit play on the message. There’s a beat of silence at the beginning, and I sit back as I wait for Elliot’s voice to wash over me.
“Hey, uh, hi. It’s me? That’s a silly thing to say. Obviously, it’s me. Sorry, I’m just nervous. I should probably start this over so you don’t know how much I’m fucking this up. Or I guess I could edit it before I send it. Can you do that with voice memos? I haven’t sent very many before.”
There’s a long moment of silence before Elliot lets out an audible breath. “I know you wanted to do the whole mile high club thing, but hopefully, this is at least a close second? I don’t know. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Okay, um. I guess I’m doing this.”
I still have no idea what he’s talking about, but it sounds like he might have recorded this on the plane. The background noise is the familiar hum of recycled air, and his voice is closer to a whisper than normal as if he’s trying not to be overheard. The silence stretches for so long that I’m straining my ears to hear what’s happening when a noise I’d know anywhere filters through my headphones.
Elliot just unzipped his pants. In a voice memo. That he recorded in the plane bathroom. Holy fuck, Elliot went to the mile high club alone and sent me a recording of it. I pause the voice memo, shifting in my seat uncomfortably. He wasn’t fucking anyone else in that bathroom. He was recording himself jacking off so he could send it to me.
My eyes lock on the fasten seatbelt sign as I will it to turn off. It’s almost five minutes before the light finally fades, and I’m out of my seat before anyone else seems to have noticed. I force myself to take measured steps as I move toward the back of the plane. Thankfully, there isn’t anyone in either of the bathrooms, and I press play on Elliot’s recording while engaging the lock on the door.
“Okay, I think I just have to lean in at this point. My dick’s already out, so just. Start talking? Why is this so embarrassing?” Elliot sighs, and I can just picture him talking to himself in the tiny bathroom mirror. Hearing Elliot say his dick is already out makes me realize I’m a step behind, and I quickly unbutton my jeans to shove them down my hips. I’m hard from just the thought of what Elliot’s about to do, and I wonder if he’s already hard, too. If he isn’t, I bet he’ll get there from thinking about being caught. Sure enough, Elliot lets out another sigh. “That would work, Jesus Christ. There’s something wrong with me.”
I nearly snort at how annoyed he sounds. My kinky little Princess, getting himself off on thoughts of being caught rubbing one out in the plane bathroom.
“I don’t know why I thought a voice memo was a good idea. I feel like you’re missing out on the main event here,” Elliot chuckles, but it’s a breathy sound that shoots straight to my cock. I wrap a hand around myself, wishing I had something to ease the way other than spit. “Am I supposed to describe it or something? Like, oh, sir, I’m wearing all my clothes, but my dick is out. ”
He fakes an exaggeratedly innocent tone that makes me smile like a fool. Elliot’s sense of humor is all over the place, but I love that it’s his default mode when he’s uncomfortable.
“I brought lube with me. Is that something you need to know? That I’m lubing up my dick? Alone...in the bathroom...talking to myself. This is ridiculous. I should have just agreed to let you fuck me in here. I bet we would fit if I got on my knees. Ah,” he sucks in a breath, and I unconsciously match his inhale, reaching my other hand down to play with my balls. I have no idea how long this voice memo will last, but I intend to come with Elliot.
“That’s hotter than I was expecting. Is that what you imagined? Were you thinking about putting me on my knees in this disgusting, tiny bathroom when you suggested this? Fuck,” he trails off, and I drag my hand across the head of my cock, gathering the precum to ease the slide down my shaft. I hadn’t really thought about it much beyond getting Elliot to try something new with me, but I can picture exactly what he’s talking about. Elliot on his knees between my thighs, my cock buried deep in his throat as he gets himself off.
“Shit, Grady, I want that. I want to choke on your cock in this ridiculous excuse for a bathroom. I don’t care that everyone would hear us. I don’t care, I—fuck, I miss that fucking plug. You should have seen your face, Grady. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that. You were so...goddammit. You’re so fucking hot, I swear. I want those massive hands on me. I want you to hold my head while you fuck my face. I want, motherfucking fuck, I want you to use me. I want...I...fuck, I want to come, sir. I want...I want....fuckme, fuck, Grady .”
My eyes are closed tight, and I’m pumping my dick so hard it’s almost painful, but I don’t care because Elliot is coming for me. He’s moaning my name like a fucking whore, with little breathy inhales and whimpers when he becomes too sensitive. He’s doing this for me, meeting me in the middle of this thing I wanted to do, and it’s the best fucking moment of my life. The only thing that could make it better would be having Elliot with me while I’m listening to it. I could give him those things he wants, anything he ever wants, it’s all his.
It’s that thought that undoes me, and I barely remember to catch my cum in my hand at the last second. Elliot’s breaths are ragged in my ears, and I have the overwhelming desire to march down the tiny aisle of this plane and kiss him in front of everyone.
I’m washing my hands when Elliot laughs softly into the phone, and I hear him putting himself to rights. “Does this count as a spicy FaceTime? Or not, since it wasn’t live? If it doesn’t count, then I still want to do the FaceTime thing at some point. Just, for the record.”
He pauses for a moment, then he makes a pleased sound. “I can hear you talking to someone out there.”
There’s an undeniable smile in his voice, and I feel myself smiling in return. “I’m not actually sure how to end this, so...bye, I guess.”
The voice memo cuts off, and I sit in the silence while trying to calm my racing heart. I’m entirely fucked on this man. He’s so much more than I deserve, but I don’t think I can let that stop me this time. Elliot Bennett is mine, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to be his.