“I agree,” he managed feeling lightheaded from the shock of adrenaline.
They finished their shower and Shep dried them off, first Elijah, then himself. Elijah just stood there, a statue on the outside, but inside a bundle of nerves. This was the first time he could remember where he wouldn’t have total control during their sexual encounters. It scared him, but it also excited him a little.
He let Shep lead him to the bed, and they both lay down, Elijah on his back, Shep on his side, his head on his hand, looking down on him. “I will not restrain you. You’ll be able to see me the whole time. I won’thurt you. But I’m also not going to stop until you give me the name. Do you understand?”
I won’t hurt you.Of course, he wouldn’t. Elijah nodded, but some part of him couldn’t imagine whatever Shep had in mind working. But there was no harm in trying… he hoped. He didn’t want to disappoint Shep.
Shep kissed him first softly, then with more intent, before trailing over his jaw and throat, his hand skimming over Elijah’s chest, his thumbnail flicking over Elijah’s nipple until he sucked in a sharp breath. His gasp turned to a moan as Shep bent to lick and suck one stiff peak and then the other.
“Shep,” he whispered, not even knowing why, just needing to say something in the moment. Shep didn’t answer, he was too busy. He’d shifted to kneel between Elijah’s knees, spreading his legs, dragging biting kisses over Elijah’s ribs, the vee of his hip bones, burying his face in the crease of his thighs, licking at the delicate skin there, the burn of his beard warring with the softness of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck. That’s… oh, that’s nice.”
Shep chuckled and Elijah blushed. Nice? It was more than nice, Shep’s rough hands squeezed the muscles of his calves and feet, before dragging his lips over the bones of his ankles, lifting his leg to lick behind his knees. Elijah’s cock twitched at the unexpected assault, his body trembling at the tenderness of Shep’s attention.
When Shep’s hand finally wrapped around Elijah’s semi-hard erection, he moaned. “Oh, God. Yes.”
Shep captured his mouth in a kiss, working his cock until it was hard and leaking, Elijah rocking up into his touch. Then his hand disappeared. “What… ” Elijah started before trailing off.
“I need the name, rabbit. You ready to tell me yet?”
Elijah whimpered. That. His face crumpled, and he shook his head. “I can’t.”
“That’s okay, baby. We’re just getting started.” Elijah melted as Shep gave him a much dirtier kiss. “What do you need, rabbit?”
Elijah’s head swam. “You, your hands, your cock. I just need you to touch me.”
Shep’s fingertips skimmed along his belly, cupping his balls rolling them in his palm. “Like this? Is this what you need?”
Elijah sobbed. “No, I want your hand on my cock. Jerk me off.”
Shep’s lips trailed along the shell of his ear. “I want that too, rabbit. I want to get you off more than anything. But I can’t until you give me what I want.”
Elijah whined, miserable. He was on fire as Shep touched him everywhere but where he wanted it. “It’s not working. Please, Shep. Please.”
Shep ignored his cries and started his torture all over again. It was maddening, Shep’s palms skimming over his chest, his thighs, his balls, but never his cock. Shep kissed his way along Elijah’s body, mapping the planes and angles with his tongue, biting kisses along his inner thighs, lifting his legs to trace the backs of his knees.
Only when Elijah’s cock was swollen and flushed a deep red did Shep take him back in hand. But it was just another tease, he barely touched him, his grip loose, his strokes slow. Elijah was panting, sweating, his whole body felt like one live wire. When he started to rock his hips, desperate for some much-needed friction, Shep’s hand disappeared.
“Please,” Elijah whined.
Shep kissed him gently. “Just tell me his name, rabbit. Tell me his name and I’ll let you come. It’s that simple.”
Elijah opened his mouth but once more his body betrayed him, and words evaded him. He pounded his fists against the mattress, frustration knotting his insides and wetness springing to his eyes. “I can’t.”
Shep gazed down at him, his face soft, his expression so understanding tears trailed down Elijah’s cheeks. “This isn’t going to work. I can’t do it.”
“Shhh. We’ve got all night, rabbit. There’s so much more of your body I’ve yet to explore. You’ll give me the name eventually.”
Elijah’s body flushed as a sob escaped. This was so embarrassing. What was wrong with him? Nobody cried over a hand job. Even if it was the world’s slowest, most erotic hand job ever. Shep gave him another kiss before sliding down to lie between Elijah’s knees to start his erotic assault all over again.
This time his hands stroked his calves and ankles, his lips dragged along his inner thighs. Shep bent Elijah’s legs, folding them back so he could suck at his balls, lick the space just behind, his tongue teasing over Elijah’s hole. Elijah fisted the sheets, his breath coming in rough pants. It was all too much, and not enough. His cock felt like it might burst, like a strong wind would be enough to send him over the edge, but as the minutes ticked by, it became clear Shep would explore every part of him except his aching erection.
When one slick finger rubbed against his entrance he moaned, embarrassed by his neediness. “Yes, please. Oh, fuck. Yes.”
Shep slid a finger into the first knuckle but nothing more, just another tease, another fresh new way to torment him. Elijah’s frustration turned to anger as he tried to push himself down on Shep’s finger, only to have it disappear.
“Fuck!” He whined, his face contorted with anger, tears streaking down his cheeks. “Please. I can’t do this. I can’t say it. It’s not working. It won’t work.”
