He knows it.
“Please give it to me, El.”
A slow, sexy smile fills his face and he nips me again, sucking on my bottom lip. “You want this cock, baby?” He thrusts hard, all the way to the root, making me gasp and pulling a laugh from me.
“Oh, you fucker.” I lift my head to steal another kiss.
He shoves me back down onto the bed and unbuttons my shirt, yanking it open and helping me pull it off, along with my undershirt and tie. Then he nibbles along my jaw, down my throat, his mouth settling over my left nipple, where his tongue flicks my piercing. They're like a hotline to my cock, which jerks between us, more pre-cum flowing from me.
After they healed, I discovered my nipples were even more sensitive, to the point I’m wearing an undershirt every day, even on warm days, to give me an extra layer of protection. Otherwise, I’d be walking around with an erection half the time.
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him. “I wassofucking pissed when Leo brought you back from California with these.” He flicks the piercing again.
I’m nearly in subspace and it takes me a moment to process his words. “What? Why?”
He lifts his head, his blue eyes dark, midnight, the pupils big and how he always looks when he’s staking his claim on me. “Because you’remine. That was my first thought. I was a little jealous it wasn’t me he put those on, too, but mostly I felt fucking territorial that he put something onmySir that I can’t take off.”
He’s…absolutely serious. He’s not joking around. I’ve never heard him talk quite like this before.
Then it hits me—this is also about him finding out I went to Grace’s apartment.
I start massaging his scalp as my brain falls back into my head. “I’m yours first, El. You and me. We’re both His, but I’m yours, and you’remine.”
He surges into me again, taking my breath away and nearly sending me over the edge. He moves to my right nipple and teases me for a few minutes before he kisses me once more. Sweet desperation drives his eager need to reclaim me. Sometimes, he’s like this immediately after I’ve been with Leo, but usually not to this extent.
Now I know exactly what my guy needs from me.
I grab his head and stare into his eyes. “Sayit, El.”
His throat works as he swallows. “I’m yours,” he whispers, as if afraid he’s going to jinx us.
“Not that. That’s not what you wanted to say, and you damn well know it.Sayit.”
Fierce possessive fury fills his face. “You’remine, dammit! You’remine, and I’mnevergiving you up!” His lips crash over mine, his tongue fucking my mouth as hard as his cock’s now fucking my ass.
I hold on for the ride, no longer caring if I get off this time or not. He needs to reclaim me in the only way he can: the secret marks he deliberately places on me for Leo to discover, the knowing looks he gives me when he remembers how he left part of himself inside me the night before, either like this, or because I went down on him and swallowed.
Honestly? As well as I know my closed-book guy’s psyche, I honestly missed exactly how hard it’d hit Elliot when Leo got my nipples pierced. I thought he might feel a little jealousy over the freedom I had to get it done in the first place. Because, can you imaginethatTMZ headline?
KINKY VEEP PIERCINGS
Not like he’d ever again be able to take his shirt off in front of the press, or be able to wear certain kinds of shirts without the piercings being at least slightly visible.
It also gives me an idea.
Later. Right now, Elliot’s dicking me too well for me to focus on anything but the feel of his cock inside me and the friction of our bodies and his shirt against my erection. With a word, a simple gesture, I could easily flip him back into my sweet, submissive boy.
Except I don’t want to.
This is different and apart from my needs with Leo.
This is unique to me and Elliot. This is as close to true equals as we get, to our default nature with each other. Yeah, he’s a little on the dominant side like this, but that’s fine, because I’m a little on the subby side. We easily fit together, even though our neutral default outside of bed is the reverse.
This is the raw, unblemished core that we share in this thing we have. I used to feel like I orbited Leo, and he orbited Elliot, tidal locked facing him. Now, it’s like Elliot and I are a binary star, forever strung together and burning hot and bright, and Leo orbits both of us, dipping into the Goldilocks Zone from time to time.
“Promise me you didn’t so much as kiss that bitch,” he rumbles against my lips.
“I didn’t. Just talking and drinks a couple of times. I don’t even think I shook hands with her.”
