Smiling, I release him and lean back a little so he can unfasten my jeans and belt. He yanks my shirttail free and immediately latches on to my abs, to the left of my navel, chewing and sucking hard, leaving what I know will be a large, dark purple bruise by the time he’s done.
My cock throbs in my briefs while I hold his head, rubbing his scalp. “Good boy,” I whisper, proud of him and feeling triumphant that he’s staking his claim on me. “You go right ahead and do what you need to do, baby.” Jordan left a bite mark on the front of my left thigh in the shower earlier, but Elliot can’t see that right now.
He actually growls a little, shoving himself against me and wrapping his arms around me again to hold me in place. Yeah, it hurts, but it hurts in good ways. We’ll end this interlude with me viciously fucking his face and I’ll hopefully be able to give him relief, too.
I tightly fist his hair. “Come on, pet. You know you can bite me harder than that.”
He does, making me swallow back my pained gasps. If he doesn’t break the skin, it’ll be a miracle.
Let him.
He’s staking his ownership on me and I will never deny him that.
He’s my weakness and has been ever since our first night together. He knows this.
Just like I know I’m his strength.
Elliot makes soft, deep, primal grunts as he chews and sucks on me. If we had the time and privacy, we could roll around in a struggle snuggle.
We don’t. Not today.
So I settle for this, happy that he’s taken some initiative and responsibility.
He checks his work several times, returning to suck more on it, until it’s as large and dark as he wants it. His blue eyes are nearly midnight as he then frantically frees my erection and swallows me.
I grab his head and hold on tight, digging my fingers in and fucking his mouth hard and deep, using him, temporarily switching his brain off. It doesn’t take long for me to make it over.
He’s wearing a sweetly glazed look on his face when I yank him to his feet, spin him around, and pull him against me with one hand gripping the front of his throat and the other reaching inside his sweats. Through his briefs I cup my hand around his cock.
I nibble on his earlobe. “Such a good boy,” I whisper. “You can come for me.” I know on the back side of this he’s going to be chafed and raw, since I’m doing this through his briefs, but even better. It’ll give him something to remember me by for the next couple of days until I can make it up to him.
He explodes pretty quickly, his cum soaking through his briefs and making everything sticky.
That’s when he laughs.
I fall back onto the bed, pulling him with me, laughing with him. He flips over and kisses me, then examines his handiwork again. “Got you good, Master,” he whispers as his fingers trace the outline of the mark.
I smile up at him, happy to see him smiling, for a change. “Good. It’s a two-way street. You can always stake your claim on me. I’ve left plenty of my marks on you over the years.”
“Where’s his latest?”
I wiggle my jeans down far enough he can see it.
Then he leans in and kisses it before he bites down hard right over it and sucking, making me laugh despite the eye-watering pain.
These two are going to be the death of me.
I hope.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits up and kisses me before we untangle ourselves and get out of bed.
“Love you, Master.”
I pull him in for a hug. “Love you, too, baby. You need to go clean up.”
He snickers. “Could I be mean and ask you to order Jordan to do my laundry?”
But I see the mirth in his eyes. “You can, pet. If we’re all living together.”
