He slowly withdraws and when he pushes in again, his cock glides along my sweet spot, making me moan. “I’ve always thought you were hot, boy. If I’d knownhowhot you were, I would’ve been fuckingyouover my desk every damned day. I’m such an idiot.” He smiled. “I’ll make up for lost time with you, don’t worry.”
Deep inside me, something sweet and satisfied curls up and happily purrs.
Leo?
Leowho?
I’ll fight for Elliot, die for him, defend him from anyone who dares breathe so much as a negative thought in his direction.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He takes another thrust, slowing as the head of his cock meets that sweet spot inside me, zeroing in on it. “Better come before I do, baby,” he says before his lips crash onto mine again. His arms have my legs trapped in place, so all I can do is lie there while he fucks me.
It doesn’t take long. He shifts position a little, rounding my back even more and giving me just enough friction against my cock, along with his cock against my prostate, and I tip over the edge.
Yeah, I’m well-trained.
He feels it and starts fucking me harder, faster. His gaze weighs heavy on me as I come, my ass squeezing him and nearly taking my breath away from the intensity of it. He soon joins me, filling me, his cock deep inside me and his lips settling over mine. This time gently, tenderly, nibbling and playfully sucking.
I don’t want this moment to end. Next to my first night with Leo, this memory will go right up there with the best of my life. In terms of sex, I mean.
He rests his forehead against mine. “Te amo,” he whispers.
My heart races. I know what that means. Leo taught me lots of little phrases over the years, in a variety of languages. That one’s Spanish.
Elliot’s carefully watching me, his eyes open andrightthere, staring into mine.
I kiss him. “Je t’aime,” I whisper back in French, and his smile lights dark places in my soul I never thought would ever again be illuminated.
It’s not a lie, either. Somewhere, in the space of these two weeks, I have fallen in love with Elliot Woodley.
Fallenhard.
“Let’s go take a bath, baby,” he says, nuzzling my nose.
I feel like all the bones have been removed from my body and I really don’t want to move, except we do need to clean up. “Yes, Sir.” I’m still processing his admission.
And mine.
He gets up and helps me sit up. He moved his walker within reach during his prep, and once I’m on my feet, he uses it to follow me into the bathroom. Five minutes later, we’re soaking in that deep tub full of hot water and I’m tucked under his arm, my head against his chest and my legs wrapped around him.
With his arms around me, he rubs his face in my hair before kissing the top of my head. “Better, baby?”
“Better, Sir. Thank you.” My ass still feels a little stingy from where he spanked it, but in a good way.
“Not too much?”
I happily sigh and tighten my grip around him. “Not too much.” Considering my self-imposed loneliness, it was heaven. “I could’ve taken more.”
He nuzzles my head again. “Your boy will come back to you tomorrow morning. I’m okay tonight. Better than I’ve been in a long damn time. For tonight, I’m fine with your Sir taking a well-needed night off, and my Sir filling in for him.”
I sniff back the prickle of tears threatening. “Thank you, Sir.”
He tightens his grip around me, his breath warm against my scalp. “You’re very welcome, boy. I’m glad I can do this for you, considering everything you’re doing for me.”
“He’s going to hate me, isn’t he? For coming back and not telling him. For not warning him you were announcing.”
This, too, I’m glad I don’t have to explain. “I don’t think he will. I’d be shocked if he did. Shocked, and disappointed, because it would mean he’s not the man I think he is. I honestly don’t think I could be with him again if he can’t forgive you. After all the years we’ve been together, and everything he’s tolerated from me, maybe he’ll be upset, for a while. I bet once he’s past that, he’ll be happy with the final outcome.”
