“Clothes off first,” I tell him.
He nods quickly.
In a blur of movement, we're naked. Clothes recklessly scattered on the floor. I'm surprised Elliot doesn’t complain about the mess. I guess he’s just as desperate as I am.
Then he's pushing me down, climbing on top of me, dropping kisses down my body until he reaches my hard, leaking cock. He licks it up.
My thoughts blur. “Fuck. Fuck yes,” I encourage. Every nerve feels awake.
He dips his tongue into my slit, making me groan. Then takes me into his mouth. His swollen lips wrap around my cock. “Baby, you’re so good at this,” I groan. My hands grab at his hair.
He takes me to the back of his throat like a champ. His tongue rubs along my underside every time he draws back. All the while, he looks right at me, eyes blazing. “You love this,” I breathe.
He nods.
My breath catches. “So fucking beautiful.Fuck,” I mumble.
He hums around me, the vibration heightening the sensation. My body goes hot, tight. Everything else falls away.
“Enough of that,” I manage when I feel like I might lose it if he keeps going. If not because of what he's doing. Then just from watching him like this. So open for me. Taking me down his throat and letting me own him like this.
I pull him up by the back of his neck until I can taste myself on his tongue. I chase it. I can't get close enough.
Without breaking the kiss, I reach for the lube I now know he keeps in the side table drawer. Squeezing a glob onto my fingers, I press two inside him. Kissing him the whole time.
They glide in easily with the amount of lube I've used. His back arches, and our mouths part. He moans out loud,panting against my face. I don't go gentle. I need himnow. Can't think straight.
My world narrows in on the sensation of the tight heat engulfing my fingers and the need on his flushed face. I lick down his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. He rests his forehead against mine, and we breathe each other's air.
Moving my fingers in and out of him, I coat him with enough lube that my cock can slide in. Don't want to take my time prepping him this time. I want him to feel me.
I know he loves the feeling of me sliding into him. Taking me inch by inch. Feeling all of it.
“Now,” he says, lining himself up over my cock.
Spreading the remaining lube over my cock, I slide it up and down his slit. A current of electricity runs through my body with every brush. My pulse stutters.
He wraps his hand around me and slowly lowers himself, groaning as he sinks down my cock with expert precision. Just like everything he does. The world narrows to just us. How he looks down at me with love, need. How our bodies melt together in hungry heat.
He rises onto his calves. I pull his hips down hard, my fingers digging into his hips. He rides my dick, bouncing on it until he's fully seated. Heat floods my skin.
The feeling of being surrounded by his warmth nearly makes me lose it right there. His eyes are closed, like he's completely lost in the feeling.
I can't take it anymore.
I pull back, then thrust into him again, rolling my hips. He quickly falls into the same rhythm, rising and falling over me.
My hand slides over his hole. Feeling myself disappear inside him. He pauses when my touch lingers there, then melts down onto me, resting his forehead against my cheek.
I thrust into him again and again, wrapping my other hand around his cock, matching each stroke to the rhythm of my hips.
I slowly press a finger in alongside my cock. It’s a tight fit, but my finger glides in, putting pressure against his prostate.
“Nicholas,fuck,” he cries.
He's so tight. The feeling is everything. My blood hums beneath my skin.
I leave my finger where it is and pick up the pace, pumping his cock faster until he comes across my chest.
