Chapter 6
Cruz
It took just minutes to get Elliot back into the headspace he was craving.
I wanted to kick the ass of the guy who’d made Elliot believe that him wanting rough sex and a little bit of dominance/submission play was the same as a full-on BDSM encounter.
While there was nothing wrong with the latter for those who enjoyed that kind of sexual play, it was nothing like what Elliot wanted.
At best, he was looking for someone he could give his choices away to long enough that his brain could focus on the pleasure.
But instead of trying to figure out how to take the gift Elliot had given him, the fucker had twisted it into something ugly that had undoubtedly stayed with Elliot through every sexual encounter and relationship that had followed.
Elliot and I were both breathless when I released his mouth, then his hands. I kept my one hand on his throat as I held his gaze.
“When I release you, I want you to take off your clothes, then mine. I’m going to touch you while you do it, but you don’t get to touch me any more than is absolutely necessary. Do you understand me?”
He swallowed hard and nodded. His pulse was thrumming beneath my hand. My dick hurt like a motherfucker, it was so desperate for relief.
I dropped my hand and Elliot immediately began to work his costume loose.
I could see that his hands were shaking, but I suspected it wasn’t just because of nerves.
I didn’t help him remove the costume, but as soon as the layers of fabric began hitting the floor, I did what I said I would and began touching him.
His body was even better than I’d imagined.
He had a runner’s body. Long and lean but well-muscled.
His skin was pale compared to mine and I loved seeing the contrast of it.
When Elliot was left with just his underwear, he hesitated for a moment and I knew that asshole ex’s voice was in his head again.
“Eyes on me,” I said firmly when Elliot refused to look at me as his fingers hovered on the waistband. He immediately lifted his gaze and then drew in a deep breath. Then the underwear was gone and he stood there nervously, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Keep them on me,” I said. “I want you to see what I see when I look at you.”
I let my eyes rake over his body, then followed with my hand. Elliot did exactly as I asked and kept his eyes on me the whole time.
Until I touched his cock. Then his eyes slid shut and he let out a ragged moan. He was leaking like a sieve from his dick.
“Open them,” I demanded.
Elliot’s eyes flipped open.
“Look at the proof of how badly your body wants this,” I said.
Elliot dropped his gaze and watched me collect some of his pre-cum on my finger.
I made sure he was watching when I lifted my finger to my mouth and sucked it deep inside.
He whimpered just as his lips parted. I pulled my finger slowly back out, collected more fluid, then lifted it to his lips.
When he went to suck my finger into his mouth, I said, “No,” and he promptly stopped.
I spread the fluid on his lips, then sealed my mouth over his.
I kissed him long and deep, then licked his lips before kissing him again.
A strangled moan tore from his lips. His arms went around my neck and he leaned into me as he hungrily kissed me back. I grabbed his ass with both my hands and pulled him forward so his cock was brushing mine. It took every ounce of self-discipline I had to break the kiss and say, “Undress me.”
Unlike with his own costume, Elliot’s fingers moved much more quickly this time around and he managed to follow my order of not touching me, though from the way his eyes scanned my body, I knew it was a command he wasn’t happy about having to follow.
I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “You’ll get your chance to play, baby. ”
A tremor sifted through his body and his eyes glazed over.
Knowing that he’d already reached a point where he was able to let go of everything but the need to feel had me experiencing a sense of pride in him that I couldn’t explain.
To give in to his need so quickly after years of being made to believe his needs were wrong was a testament to his strength.
But I knew he wouldn’t believe me if I told him that. I’d have to show him instead.
“On your knees, El,” I murmured.
He quickly dropped to his knees, but didn’t go for my dick like he clearly wanted. I carded my fingers through his hair and said, “You want a taste, baby?”
Elliot nodded frantically.
“Say it.”
“Yes, I want to taste.”
Instead of giving him permission, I took my dick and pressed the crown against his mouth. Pre-cum streaked across his lips as I toyed with him. When I pulled back, I said, “Lick your lips.”
He did and then he closed his eyes in pleasure. I waited until he opened them again, then said, “Open your mouth.”
His response was instantaneous and when I pushed deep into his mouth, he didn’t protest. “Play with me, but don’t make me come.”
I’d barely finished the statement before Elliot went to town on my dick.
His mouth was heaven and I cursed the fact that I was too close to enjoy it for more than a couple of minutes.
I withdrew my dick from his mouth and then hauled him to his feet.
I kissed him hard, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Do you have condoms and lube in your room?”
“Yes,” he said, his breath coming in heavy pants.
“Good.” I reached down to grab the backs of his thighs.
When I lifted him, he automatically wrapped his legs and arms around me.
Then his mouth was on mine. Luckily his bedroom was easy to find because he wouldn’t stop kissing me long enough to maneuver down the hallway.
We both ended up laughing a few times when I bumped into the walls or hit my elbow on a sharp corner, but the levity was a good thing.
Elliot was so relaxed that it was like he was a different person than the one who’d stood before me and had admitted to being called out as a freak for having needs that might not have necessarily been considered the norm.
Once inside Elliot’s room, I lowered him to his back on the bed and followed him down. I made out with him for several long minutes and then played with his body for a while. I used my mouth and hands to drive him wild, but I bypassed his dick until he was literally begging me.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked when he called my name for the third time.
“I wanna fuck your mouth.”
I smiled at the demand. If Elliot could only see himself now.
He’d made this assumption that this night would be about me controlling him and determining everything we did, but here he was, so lost in what he was feeling that he was making his own demands.
I doubted he was even aware of it. I gave him what he wanted and sucked him to the back of my throat, but from the way his cock was pulsing, I knew he’d blow if I wasn’t careful.
I teased him with light sucks and licks and ignored both his pleas for more and the way he was trying to force my mouth down on his length.
I rose to my feet and said, “Condoms, lube.”
“There,” he said, his voice sounding ragged. He pointed to his nightstand drawer. As I worked a condom down my shaft, I admired Elliot’s body as he lay splayed out for me on the bed like the most decadent of dishes. There was absolutely no shame in his expression as I watched him.
“Turn over,” I said as I reached for the lube. He was so focused on my dick that it took him a moment to follow the order. “On all fours,” I said as I stepped into position behind him. He did what I said.
“Spread your legs wider. Show me that pretty hole. Let’s see how badly it wants my cock.”
Elliot moaned, but complied. I was putting him in the most vulnerable of positions, but he did it without hesitation.
His backside was gorgeous and my mouth watered at the sight of his fluttering entrance.
I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and running the flat of my tongue over it.
Elliot let out a hoarse shout and bucked away from me, but I was ready for the move and I grabbed his hips.
“Cruz, what are you—”
His words died off into a strangled groan when I licked him again.
He fought me for another second or two, undoubtedly because he’d never had this done to him before, then he was pressing back on my mouth.
His hand began frantically stroking his dick.
I reached between his legs to knock his hand away and lifted my mouth from his hole long enough to say, “Whose cock is this?” I gave his dick a hard tug and he cried out.
“Whose?”
“Yours!”
Satisfied that he wouldn’t touch himself again, I went to town on his ass. My plan had been to prep him with my fingers, but I knew we were both way too close for that. I had to hope his hole was loose enough from the attention I’d given it, because I was done waiting.
“Drop your shoulders to the bed, but keep your ass here,” I said as I gently slapped Elliot’s writhing ass.
He groaned and did as I said. I got into position between his legs so that I was standing on the floor while he was kneeling on the bed.
I placed my cock at his opening and began pushing and was pleased when Elliot bore down on me.
I took my time working myself inside of him, determining my forward progress based on his body’s responses.
He was moaning and crying out, but none of the noises he made had anything to do with pain or fear.
By the time I bottomed out, we were both sweating and shaking.
My own control was frayed beyond belief, but I knew I needed to hang onto it a little longer.
Elliot still needed that last little bit from me – that thing that would truly set him free and show him just how right all of this really was.