Chapter 6 #2
I began fucking him with slow, easy glides to let him adjust, but when his inner muscles began clamping down on me, I knew he was ready.
I reached down to grab both his arms and pinned them behind his back.
I used one of my hands to hold them in place, leaving him completely at my mercy. But it wasn’t enough.
I leaned over his back and sought out his mouth. “Gonna give you what you need, baby. Gonna show you how beautiful you are like this, how perfect.”
He kissed me back. I could see he was really close to that place in his mind where nothing else existed but the need to come.
“Yes,” Elliot whispered, his voice heavy with unshed tears. It was proof of how emotional this experience was for him.
I settled my free hand on the back of his neck. The position meant Elliot was supporting a good amount of my weight as I thrust into him and he was truly helpless. Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have moved on his own. He was completely at my mercy.
I rocked into him gently a few times to let him get used to the position, then picked up the pace.
His body was so tight around my dick that I was sure I’d blow before he did.
I began hammering into him as I added more pressure to his neck.
I also didn’t let up on his hands at all and I could feel them flexing between our bodies.
“Is this what you want, my boy?” I asked as I began pounding Elliot hard and fast. The hold I had on him rendered him completely immobile. He couldn’t even move his head.
“Yes!” he cried out. There was no mistaking the tears now because he was practically sobbing as I rutted into him.
“Please, Cruz, harder!” he begged. His desperation drove me to new heights and my control snapped.
I slammed into him harder than I probably should have, but his keening cries of pleasure just drove me on.
Pure pleasure radiated through my body as the pressure in my balls began to build and build.
“So fucking close,” I ground out. I knew I had just seconds left, so I released Elliot’s hands and then slid my hand around to the front of his throat.
I gripped him hard and pulled him to an upright position so that he was on his knees in front of me.
His hands came up to grab the arm I was using to hold onto his throat, but he didn’t try to free himself.
No, he was clinging to me.
“Jesus,” I whispered. I reached my free hand around Elliot’s front and closed it over his weeping dick. I began stroking him hard and fast to match my thrusts into his body.
He began screaming my name as he rode the edge of the orgasm, but it wasn’t until I whispered, “Come for me, baby,” in his ear and then gently bit down on the spot where his neck met his collarbone that he shouted in relief.
I felt his release hit the arm I had wrapped around his upper body, then it was sliding down my hand.
Elliot’s sobs of relief tore at my insides and I came hard and fast. I released his dick so I could wrap my arm around his waist to hold him in place while I fucked into him with a final few hard thrusts.
The orgasm was blinding in its intensity and there was a point where it felt like I was going to pass out.
It had to be at least two full minutes before I came back to myself enough to loosen the hold I had on Elliot’s neck.
He sagged against my arm and I carefully lowered him to the bed, then followed him down until most of my weight was pressing him into the mattress.
We were both still breathing hard, but I managed to press gentle kisses into his skin wherever I could reach without having to release him.
Time slowed after that. We somehow managed a shower together before falling into his bed.
No words were spoken, but I knew neither of us needed them.
Our bodies had said it all and then some.
Elliot was asleep within minutes of me turning out the light on his nightstand.
I had no clue how long I managed to keep my eyes open as I enjoyed the press of Elliot’s body against mine, but when I next became aware of my surroundings, it was still dark outside and I was alone in bed.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was four in the morning.
I went searching for Elliot and found him working on his computer in the living room.
I didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders.
He was writing notes on a small notepad.
“Elliot?”
He startled briefly, then turned to look over his shoulder at me. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
I shook my head. “No, just missing you,” I said truthfully.
He smiled at that and said, “Sorry, I just had to check something for work.”
“Everything okay?” I asked as I took in his pinched features.
“Um, yeah… no…” He shook his head and laughed lightly. “Sorry. It’s just, some money went missing from this client’s account and it’s just this big, fucked-up mess.”
I stiffened at his words as I realized he very well could have just inadvertently given me the information I needed.
Before I could question him further, he closed the laptop and set it and the notebook on the coffee table.
“Let’s go back to sleep,” he said. “I can look at it with fresher eyes in a few hours.”
I nodded and held out my hand to him. He took it and walked around the couch.
There was no hesitation on his part when he kissed me.
When he pulled back a little, it was just to study me for a moment before he wrapped his arms around me.
He laid his head on my chest and I immediately put an arm around him and then let my free hand stroke his hair.
“It’s real, right, Cruz? What we did last night. This. You feel it too, right?”
“I do, El,” I whispered before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s real.”
He nodded. “Good.”
I led him back to bed, and even though he needed to sleep, I couldn’t stop myself from making love to him again.
This time it was slow and gentle and I took him from the front so that I could see the play of emotions in his eyes.
Satisfaction went through me when it became clear that he didn’t need me to control our pleasure this time around.
I knew there would be days when it would be like this and there would be times where it would be like the first time.
And I was looking forward to every single one.
I just had to figure out how to make it happen.
After Elliot fell asleep, I eased myself out of bed and went to the living room.
I searched out my phone and snapped a picture of the notes Elliot had taken about the client with the missing money.
I sent the picture to both Memphis and Declan, then went back to bed.
As I pulled Elliot into my arms, I debated when to tell him the truth.
Because I needed this job to be over.
So that what I really wanted to have with him could begin.