Chapter Five
Mark
No one is more surprisedthan I am right now that this night unfolded the way it did.
That I’d be full-on making out and kissing Eli Morrell with everything I’ve got.
A man who, for all intents and purposes,technicallyreports to me in the hospital’s reporting structure and who I probably shouldn’t be touching, much less practically mauling.
But do I care about any of that while he scores a short, blunt nail over my nipple and sucks on my tongue, taking hungry nips at my bottom lip, the way I imagine he’d do to my cock?
Hell no.
I push all these potential problems aside and silence my inner thoughts as Eli’s hand burrows under my waistband, feathering lightly over the dusting of hair there, finally skimming the head of my cock. The sharp intake of breath I take seems to magnify in the silence of the room, echoing off the walls and the tiled floor. My heart pounds as if it’s going to jump out of my chest, my stomach in knots from the sensation of his hand roaming freely in my pants.
I’d forgotten this feeling of a man’s hands touching me and tugging at my cock. The texture and pressure given by a man is wholly different than a woman’s; the rough, calloused pads versus the soft, delicate fingers of a woman. The texture of a male palm, the brush of the fine hairs on his knuckles, the firm grip that only comes from masculine fingers.
Clamping my hand at the back of Eli’s neck, my mouth reclaims his as his lips part for a deeper kiss – one filled with desperate need and wanton pleasure. He moans low in his throat as his hand begins jerking me in a hypnotic rhythm. He strokes from base to tip, circling the crown, providing the perfect amount of pressure where I need him.
My cock is primed and ready to go like an over-eager schoolboy. Eli seems to know the right pace to use on my turgid length, as his hand wraps my cock in his tight fist.
“I need you in my mouth,” he says between kisses, releasing me from his grip and dropping to his knees in front of me.
My head hits the wall behind me in a stifled groan. “Ah, fuck.”
Eli chuckles. “Not tonight, doc. Maybe some other time.”
It’s the salacious wink he gives me that does me in. His sexy grin, laced with humor and desire. But his laugh dies when he yanks my pants down, pulls out my cock and swipes his tongue over the tip of my shaft, lapping up the pre-cum that’s leaking from my slit. My stiff cock aches in anticipation as I watch in awe when it disappears in his mouth.
Holy mother, I’ve found nirvana in this divine man’s mouth.
My hand lands on the top of his shoulder, part need for balance and necessity, digging into his t-shirt, as my legs tremble from the pleasure he’s pulling from me. He growls and sucks the head of my shaft to the back of his throat, hollowing out his cheeks as he does, swallowing me down.
“Eli,” I barely grit out. “It’s been too long, man...I’m close.”
To which his only reply is to reach a hand between my legs to cup my balls, sliding a long finger between the crease of my ass. The intimate caress, and the subsequent squeeze has my vision going blurry, my balls tightening up and my load releasing down his throat.
A guttural groan rips from my throat and rolls off my tongue.
Holy shit, that was incredible.
When I open my eyes, Eli is standing in front of me, wiping at the corners of his mouth, a warm, satisfied smile pulling across his lips.
“You’re not only bossy, you’re also a cocky motherfucker, aren’t you?” I tease, tucking my semi-limp dick back into my pants and zipping it up.
I take a step forward, planting my hands on either side of him, crowding him into the opposite wall.
Eli shrugs and has the audacity to lick his lips. “It’s all in the evidence, doc.”
I cut off his smirk with a demanding kiss, clutching him around his throat, pressing my thumb into his pulse point. I lick my way down, over the spot which is red from the pressure I’ve applied, and suck at the mark there. He squirms against me, the muscles in his arms bunching with anticipation and need.
“Can I return the favor?” I ask, dropping my hands to the front of his jeans and squeezing the bulge there. “I know you want it.”
“You ever given a blow job before, doc?”
The question gives me pause. I fooled around in college - ages ago. We dry humped. Made out. I used my mouth and we ended up fucking, but it’s been a very long time. Over the last ten years, I’ve been eating pussy, not cock.
I suppose it’s just like riding a bicycle in many ways. It’s not the technical aspect that’s important, but the desire to accomplish and enjoy the task.
