I pull out. “Stay.” I go clean up and return to find him exactly where I left him, his fists tightly clenching the covers. I retrieve my phone from my coat and add it to the nightstand.
Roughly, I roll him over and shove his legs up and back and go down on him. Yep, still hard. And as I look up his body, I see those blue eyes staring down at me, theundonepleasure filling his face as I finish scrambling what little’s left of his brain.
I know he hasn’t come in a week, because he’s under orders not to.
Not without me.
Not without me doing it, or while he’s on the phone with me and I’m giving him instructions.
It’s all I have with him and it’s something I refuse to give up.
That’s why it only takes me a minute to literally suck it out of him, his sharp, tangy taste filling my senses as he gives himself to me and finally falls still.
I stand and scoop him into my arms, turn him lengthways on the bed, and crawl in with him. I already set my phone alarm during the cab ride over.
“One,” I tell him. “I’m staying until one.” I pull him into my arms, position him where I want him, and he doesn’t argue as I twine us together and draw the sheet over us.
He doesn’t argue. “I love you, Master.” He sounds come-drunk and sated.
Now I can nuzzle his hair and deeply inhale his sweet, warm scent. “Love you, too, baby.”
This is whatIneed.
Him.
I needhim.
I close my eyes and think he’s asleep when he speaks. “He’s cute.”
I already know but I play dumb. “Who?”
“Jordan.” A long pause. “The glasses and everything. He’s cute.”
Elliot’s not dumb. He knows I have a type. Not so much a physical type as an intellectual and emotional one: vulnerable and sweet, smart, self-effacing.
“He’s nice, he’s too damned young, and he’s only here for a few weeks.”
“So you already know he’s gay, right?”
I cup his chin and force him to look up so I can slant my lips over his. “Shut up, baby.”
But he’s staring into my eyes. “Did you speak French when you took him there?”
“When I called Pete to ask for a table. And when I ordered for us.”
Finally, he smiles. “Show off.”
“Oui.”
His smile fades. “He’s a babe in the woods. A lamb among lions,Leo.”
“He’s aninnocent.” I nuzzle my nose against his. “He’ll stay that way. I have one boy who keeps me on my toes. I damn sure don’t need one half my age. What would he want with an old geezer like me?”
“He thinks you’re hot. I saw how he looked at you.”
“Don’t worry,pet. Your territory’s safe.” I kiss him again to distract him, because, like my sister, sometimes he’s as opaque as a glass of spring water. “Go the fuck to sleep, baby.”
I want him to go to sleep. If he can go to sleep with me here, there’s a damned good chance he won’t have a nightmare tonight. Especially after the play and orgasm.
