16. Elliot
ELLIOT
Hey, can I come over yet?
My dad’s still awake
E ven though I said I didn’t care if my dad heard me and Connor last time, I had a pretty good idea that he was zonked out on sleeping pills.
While he’s in his study, I know he’s awake and alert enough to hear us fucking through the walls.
And knowing he’s in there, lost in his academic papers and dusty books, doesn’t exactly put me in the mood, either.
Wanna come over here?
That blow job on the couch was incredible, but we got lucky last time. We could have so easily gotten caught.
I can’t – Scout
I’ll just come get you and we’ll drive around
Can’t wait any longer to see you
My heart rate ratchets up at that last text.
Okay
The second I hear his car pull up outside, I jump up and head out. I have to take a second to appreciate the fact that Connor Ryan is excited to see me, eager to have sex with me. He watches me walk toward the car with an admiring smile on his handsome face. It floors me.
“Hey, you look good,” he says when I get in.
I scoff. “ You look good.”
He’s wearing jeans and he keeps readjusting himself like his underwear is uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh?” He smirks. “Yeah, fine.”
What was that smirk about?
“Where shall we go?” he asks before I can probe any deeper.
I bite my lip, admiring that spot on the side of his neck that would be so good to suck on. “Can’t we just stay in the car?”
“Sure.”
“I mean … park up somewhere quiet.”
His lips quirk. “Oh.” He glances at the space between my legs and the dashboard. “This car’s way too small for my bulky-ass body to fuck in.”
Imagery unhelpfully rushes to the forefront. Connor kneeling in front of me in the tiny space and pulling my dick out. Kneeling on the backseat while he sidles in behind me, gripping my hips and pulling down my pants. If I don’t get to have him to myself at some point tonight, I’m going to explode.
He tugs on the crotch of his jeans again and shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. What is wrong with his underwear?
“Let’s get a hotel room,” he says. “I wanna take my time with you tonight.”
My entire body floods with heat at the concept of being alone—truly alone—with Connor, and whatever he has planned.
He tosses his phone onto my lap and tells me to look up hotel rooms in the area. “My card details should be stored on there.”
I scroll through local hotels, trying to find the cheapest one. Like he can read my mind, Connor says, “Get somewhere nice. Is the Hilton available?”
“Yeah, it’s $191 a night.”
“Perfect, get that one.”
“Are you sure? It’s kind of pricey.”
“Eli.” He grins. “Believe me, I can’t think of anything better to spend my money on.”
“You make me sound like a hooker.”
“I think the preferred term is ‘sex worker.’”
He pokes me and I blush.
“You know I’m not paying for you, right?”
“I don’t think I’d get $191 if you were.”
“Are you kidding? I’d pay at least a grand for you.”
“Okay, this is getting weird.”
He laughs. “How much would you pay for me?”
I roll my eyes, still blushing. “I’d pay just to watch you strip,” I admit.
The glint he gets in his eye is insanely sexy. “Play your cards right and I’ll do it for free. ”
CONNOR
The Hilton in this area is really pretty. I’m used to staying in more utilitarian hotels for work, basic white boxes close to the airport. The exterior of this hotel at least has character.
Elliot hangs back while I stroll up to the front desk to tell the lady we have a reservation.
She doesn’t even bat an eye, but my heart is pumping like crazy.
I realize it’s pure excitement and nothing more as she hands over our key and tells us to have a nice stay.
I take Elliot’s hand and lead him toward the elevator.
“Okay?” I ask, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Mm. I kind of do feel like a sex worker, and I don’t hate it.”
I bark a laugh as the elevator doors close. “Knew you were secretly kinky.”
I brush his hair out of his face and kiss him until the elevator comes to a stop on our floor.
The second we’re in the room with the door closed, I let go completely. The relief is overwhelming. Getting to kiss him like this in private is everything. He lets go, too. I feel the pressure shuck from his shoulders as he rests his weight against me and moans into my mouth.
“Can’t wait to make you feel good, baby,” I say before nibbling on his lip.
The room is super basic, like those white boxes I stay in for work, but I barely notice it as we fall back onto the bed, shedding clothes and kicking our shoes off on the way. It’s a big, king-size bed with a firm mattress and crisp, white sheets that I plan on dirtying up before we leave.
Elliot writhes under me as I grind my hard cock against him .
“Love feeling you hard for me, you turn me on so much,” I tell him.
He’s breathless, clutching my henley and tugging at it to get me to take it off.
“I love how vocal you are, don’t stop,” he says.
I’ve always loved talking in bed. But I haven’t always felt comfortable enough to fully let go.
I help him out of his jeans and admire the view of Elliot in his boxers, his cock straining against the white cotton before I shuffle down on the bed and wrap my lips around it through the fabric.
Eli whines and throws his head back while I look up at him.
I lick his cock through his underwear until it’s soaking and he’s panting.
“Please,” he says, grasping my hair and arching his back. “Take it off.”
“Happily.”
He looks up at me with glassy eyes and heavy lids. “Wait. Where’s my strip tease?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I bend my head, planting a sweet kiss on his dick before getting up and stepping back.
The second my hand is on the zipper, I grin. I didn’t exactly forget what I’m wearing under my jeans—they’re uncomfortable as fuck—but getting caught up in Elliot took my mind off it for a minute.
Elliot’s watching me with anticipation in his eyes. He has no idea what’s coming.
I unzip my fly slowly, enjoying the way he bites his lip and arches his hips without noticing.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I say, taking my time on my zipper. He’s straining to see more.
I unzip myself and start slowly peeling my jeans down over my hips. Watching the reaction on Elliot’s face when he realizes what I’m wearing underneath.
“Are those … tights?”
I bust out laughing. “What? You like this, right?”
His face is all amusement, until I pull the jeans down to my knees and he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath them.
He groans, biting down on his lip. “God. I was joking about the tights, but seeing you like this….”
“Yeah?”
“Connor, come here, please.”
“With or without the tights?”
He glances up at me through his lashes, his lip caught between his teeth again. “With.”
I make my way over to the bed, getting on my knees on the edge before crawling close enough to straddle his waist.
He hums with appreciation before sliding his hand over the tights and grasping my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Why is this such a turn on?”
“I don’t know, but it is.” He rubs me through the nylon. I close my eyes, grinding against his hand. “Maybe it’s because I can see your cock and balls through the thin fabric.”
I groan. His explanations are only making this sexier.
“What do they look like?”
“Hot,” he says, eyes losing focus as he stares at me. “And a little squashed.”
I laugh. When I look down at him, he’s smiling.
“They are squashed,” I admit. “Can I take them off yet?”
“Wait.” His eyes get dark. Fuck, what is Eli gonna do to me? “Lay back.”
I do as he says, laying back with my legs open. He hovers over me and watches my face as he bends closer .
“I hope these were cheap tights.”
“Wh—” I throw my head back on a groan as Elliot rips the crotch out of the tights. “Fuck, Eli.”
My cock looks obscene bursting out of the hole in my tights. I’ve never been a manscaper, even though a few guys have tried to suggest I should. A thick, dark plume of pubes sprouts proudly around my dick, my balls hanging heavy underneath.
Elliot hums and licks his lips.
“It’s my turn.”
I’m so out of my mind, I don’t know what he’s talking about until he slides down the bed and takes the head of my cock in his mouth.
I can’t take my eyes off him, no matter how much my lids want to close or my head wants to fall back in pure bliss. This sight is too beautiful to pass up.
Between my hairy thighs in tights, Elliot’s gorgeous head of dark hair bobs while he sucks my dick.
His pretty lips wrapped around my shaft, the focus in his eyes, it all drives me crazy.
When he gazes up and we make eye contact, my cock jumps in appreciation.
Elliot hums around me and his lids get heavy.
“That’s it, baby. Like that. So good. So fucking good.”
Elliot’s soft hums turn into moans as he sucks me in deep, grasping the base with one hand and rolling my balls with the other.
I don’t chase the orgasm. Elliot seems like he’s enjoying himself, and I could do this all night. And I want more, much more.
I could ask him to touch my hole, tap my prostate and make me come, but instead, I ask him to stop.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing, I want you. Come here. ”
I kiss him, holding his face in my hands and tasting my own precum on his tongue. “You’re so good at that.”
“Let me make you come.”
“Not yet.”
It isn’t easy, but I manage to wrangle my way out of the torn tights.
By the time I manage to throw them to the other side of the room, he’s lying on his back, waiting for me.
The way he looks at me makes me feel like nothing has changed since I was that college athlete.
Elliot doesn’t see me as a loser. I kiss him and run my hand down his chest to his stomach, wrap my fingers around his cock and give him a few lazy strokes while he moans into my mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against his lips.
“I want you. Wanna make you feel good.”
“Easy.” I kiss him, taking my time. “Just be you and let me touch you.”