He takes my hands and I help him to his feet, make sure he’s steady with his walker, and we settle in on the sofa, with his head in my lap so I can hand-feed him with the TV playing unwatched in the background.
Like this, Elliot looks completely contented. The lines at the outsides of his eyes ease, and the usual fatigue that furrows his brow isn’t in residence.
My pet’s relaxed. He doesn’t get to sink this deeply into pet mode very often.
Well, except for his cock. That’s as hard as mine is.
With every bite I feed him, he licks my fingers clean and knows damn well what he’s doing to me. Every swirl of his tongue, every playful suck, is like a hotline straight to my cock.
I try not to think about the countless times Jordan and I ate at home where I fed him like this. Times where he could downshift into boy mode and just…befor a little while.
Once we finish dinner, I realize watching TV isn’t going to happen. Not right now. He’s remained hard, and so have I. I lean in and kiss him, taking my time and savoring every bit of this. No telling how long it might be until our next interlude.
I selfishly want to hoard every second I can with him.
While I send him upstairs, I take our plates into the kitchen, rinse, and dump them into the dishwasher. I could leave them for housekeeping to do tomorrow, but I’m not a dick.
When I reach the bedroom, I find him kneeling next to the bed, exactly where I wanted him, his forehead touching the floor and the curve of his back making me fuckingmelt.
Twelve years on, neither of us are as firm as we once were, but we’re both still in pretty decent shape.
I’m still as in love with this man as I was that first night.
He put music on already. After I lock the bedroom door behind me, I pull my shirt off and drop it to the floor, working on my jeans as I walk, so I’m naked by the time I stand between him and the bed.
He scoots forward a little, his lips feathering across the tops of my feet.
Yeah, he’s getting himself fucked tonight.
But I promised him a spanking first.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pat my thigh. He rockets up, his eyes dark and hungry as he reaches out and takes my outstretched arm, holding it for balance while he stretches himself across my lap.
Taking my time, I redden his ass, biting and clawing his shoulders and along his back for extra funsies. I know he really wants a long, hard scene. Unfortunately, even I would have trouble sneaking implements into his residence. I mean, I could bring them into his residence, but I’d have to admit what they’re for, and Elliot would freak out if he knew I’d told them that.
The guys working The Shift aren’t stupid. The ones who’ve known me for years probably know damn well Elliot and I are more than just friends, but they won’t say anything.
Theycan’t. It’s theirjobnot to. Just like we had to pretend we didn’t see what Fullmer was doing all those times he was fucking his mistresses. And others.
Elliot’s cleared me to have full access to his residence and office.
Not even his chief of staff has that kind of access.
Jordan also had that access.
Not difficult to do the math.
Once Elliot’s marked up and my hand is stinging from how hard I’ve spanked him, I roll us into the middle of the bed and pull him into my arms. Tonight, I’m taking my time, dammit. He can have the sadist, but Ineedmy guy. At least for a little while.
Kissing him soothes my soul and helps me unplug my brain. He hooks his right leg around me and slowly grinds. He’s not supposed to do that—I trained him better than that.
Tonight, however, I need it.
I want my eager guy.
I want my sweet, needy man.
Stubble on our cheeks rasp together as we kiss. Between us, our cocks are hard and rubbing against each other.
