Page 75 of Unforgettable Player

“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.

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