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I watch the clock. One minute. Two. I stroke my cock. He never said I couldn’t pet my pathetic dick, and really, it’s self-preservation. I’ve been sitting on this dildo for far too long, and I’m ready to go.
Who knew I’d be such a slut for it?
Fuck, I’m going to come if I keep this up. I have no stamina with this guy. I just think of him, and I almost come. I grip the base of my cock and sigh.
Asshole, making me wait.
Ten minutes later, Elliot comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Steam follows his lithe figure, and I can smell him.
Fresh. Hot. Sex. I can’t help but watch him, all of that lean, slick muscle moving toward me. My fist tightens around my cock as he strides past me and lowers himself onto the couch just opposite me.
“Took your time,” I grumble, and the corner of Elliot’s mouth turns up as he spreads his legs slightly. But I can’t see a damn thing.
Asshole, always tryin’ to hide from me.
“Take it off. The towel. Off,” I bite out and grip onto my thigh so tightly it hurts. I want to go to him, rip that offensive piece of shit from around his waist and straddle him. I want to press my face into his neck and grind against him. But I won’t.
I can be civilized.
He thinks I can’t, but I can.
This, right here, is me behaving like a fucking angel.
Elliot cocks his head, his eyes meeting mine, and then he slowly drags that towel up his thighs.Inch by inchuntil I’m nearly wheezing in anticipation.
But that asshole stops right before I canseeanything, and I snap my mouth closed and groan.
“Come on, Doc! What the hell!”
He smirks again and then opens that wry mouth of his.“Fuck yourself,” he tells me.
I shake my head and squeeze the base of my dick to keep myself from coming. “Nah, Eli. Not until I see you.”
I don’t want to push, but I do anyway. He wants to show me. I know he does. I can tell. I can so fuckingtell.
He bites his bottom lip as if in deep thought and then stands up and moves over to stand just in front of where I’m kneeling on the ground.
He’s so close that I’m helpless to do anything but lean forward and press my face against his warm stomach. He smells so fresh, like soap and a rich, heady scent that is entirely his. It makes my mouth water.
Elliot’s fingers curl into my scalp, tugging on the strands roughly as I run my hands up his thighs and grasp onto his bare ass––that firm ass that I haven’t even seen yet but have imagined far too many times.
He arches into me as I lick my way across his stomach, biting, nibbling, my hands kneading his cheeks.
“Come on, Eli. Please,” I whisper, my words whispering across his abdomen.
My eyes slide up his naked chest until I meet his dark gaze.
He swallows, his throat working as he nibbles on his bottom lip. He looks unsure, like he’s debating, but there is no need. He has to see that I’m so into this.
And then he nods.
Hefucking nods, and before he can change his mind, I’m ripping that towel from his hips and watching it fall to his feet.
I groan at the sight before me.
Muscular thighs, neatly trimmed pubic hair, and there it is. It’s probably about two inches long, and fuck, if I haven’t researched this to death but it’s better than I imagined. I’m so gone for it.
“Oh goddamn, Eli, your dick is so hot. Can I suck it?” I say licking my lips, and then I can’t even wait for a response. I shove my face right into his pelvis and clutch him to me.
