16. Elliot #2
His body relaxes into the mattress. I kiss down his neck and chest, taking my time on his nipples.
Licking the pebbled surfaces of the small, dark nubs.
He shudders, then gasps. His hands find my hair and tug.
I’m so hard my cock aches and I’m leaking onto the sheets.
But I can make myself wait. Knowing Elliot is relaxed and feeling good is all I need to keep going like this all night.
I lick a path down his stomach, circle his belly button before dipping further.
I ignore his cock for now and nip at the insides of his thighs.
The skin there is so smooth and soft. I lick it, making my way up to his balls, sucking one into my mouth before swapping it for the other one.
Elliot lets out a loud moan. I have to grip the sheets as I make my way down, lifting his butt off the bed so I can reach him with my mouth.
The heat coming from him is intoxicating as I lick between his cheeks.
His breath stutters as I circle his hole and his thighs start to tremble.
“God, yes.”
I hum against the puckered skin and feel him melt into the bed as I push in further.
He grunts as I start fucking him with my tongue, grinding against me, legs open wide and feet planted on the bed.
“Stop,” he whines.
I pull myself away and look up to find him disheveled and wild-eyed.
“You. Get here.”
I smile at his bossiness, let him pull me up and kiss him hungrily, our cocks rubbing together. His precum gliding over my dick.
“I wanna get on top this time,” he says.
“Yes.”
I jump off the bed to get the supplies and throw them down on the mattress before pulling him on top of me.
“You’re in control here, Eli. Do whatever you want with me.”
He bites his lip as he looks down at me. His hands roam over my chest and stomach, taking their time on the hairy parts.
“I love how manly you are.”
“You’re manly, too.”
He hums his disagreement, shaking his head.
“Seriously,” I say, running my hands over his hips and his smooth chest. He might not be hairy or jacked, but he’s definitely manly. “These veiny forearms make me kind of feral,” I say, grabbing his arms and arching my hips.
He gasps.
“I love the shape of your shoulders in a t-shirt. The subtle muscles when you flex.”
He closes his eyes and hums as he grinds against me .
“I love your strong thighs,” I say, running my hands up them. “Your jawline,” I add, tracing it with my thumb. “And this.”
He throws his head back on a gasp when I wrap my hand around his cock in a tight grip and start stroking. “ Fuck. I like this.”
“I like this, too.” He grabs my cock and lines it up with his, wrapping our hands around us both as he grinds his hips, creating delicious friction. I hiss at the sensation, my eyelids fluttering. I let out an unrestrained moan. “God, that’s good.”
“Want more?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
I watch Elliot with hawk eyes as he opens the condom I brought. He rolls it on me, slowly, torturously slow. Precum pumps out the slit as the latex sheathes the red, angry head.
The sound of our breathing in the silence of the room is such a turn on. I slide my hands up and down his thighs, getting a good handful of his ass as he grinds against me.
He opens the lube, drips it over my cock before rolling his hand around the head and spreading it down the shaft.
I hold my hand out for him and he drips some lube onto my fingers, shuffling up the bed so he’s hovering over my chest. I slide my hand between his legs and slip my fingers into his crack, watching his face carefully as I find his hole.
He bites his lip as he rides my fingers, holding onto the headboard for support. I give him little words of encouragement the whole time. Telling him how beautiful he is, how good he feels, how badly I want him. “I want you so bad, wanna make you feel good. Need to be inside you.”
“Yes. Keep talking.”
“God, you feel good wrapped around my dick. No one makes me feel the way you do. ”
He hesitates for a second, then picks his speed up before pulling off.
“I’m ready.”
Did I say something wrong? I don’t have time to stress about it. Elliot lines himself up and pulls me into him, one hand grasping my cock. The way he bites his lip almost makes me blow the second I’m inside him, but I hold on. Keep tight hold of his hips and focus on him.
His cheeks are flushed when I bottom out. Feeling his bare ass against my thighs sends tingles down my spine. He wriggles a little, getting comfortable, rolling his hips, driving me fucking crazy before we’ve even started.
“Mm, baby, that feels good,” I tell him.
“Yes,” he agrees, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
“Let me see you,” I whisper. “Let me see how beautiful you look riding my cock.”
His lips part and a little crease appears between his brows.
“Did you like that?” My mouth is dry, worried I’m saying the wrong things.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He lifts his hips, his inner walls tight around my cock as he pulls off almost to the tip before sliding slowly back down until his ass touches my thighs. He does it again, and again, until my eyes roll back, making me pant and moan.
This time, when he slides out, he slams back down, his ass slapping against my thighs. I let out a shout. Before I can get my bearings, he’s doing it again.
I’m moaning like a porn star, gripping Eli’s hips so hard I’m gonna leave bruises.
Watching Elliot take his pleasure from me is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
His cheeks flushed, head thrown back, lips parted and cock leaking.
His moans, his sighs—everything is so perfect.
I would happily let him ride my cock all night, but I can see how close he is and I want to watch him come apart for me more than anything.
The second I wrap my hand around his cock, his body tenses and he rides out his orgasm, clenching around my dick until I’m seeing stars.
When he collapses on top of me, I put my arms around him and stroke his hair while he catches his breath.
“That was….”
“Mm,” he agrees.
“Definitely worth a grand. Maybe two.”
He sits up and slaps me on the chest.