Except there’s an eager, feral look in Elliot’s handsome blue eyes that makes my cock twitch. Leo warned me that their play like this takes on a darker tone than ours, but this is something else entirely from what I’d imagined.
Elliot naked is even hunkier than Elliot dressed.
Why does Leo want me when he’s gotthisman?
I don’t know why Elliot finally signals he’s done, but then their struggle transforms into sex, and Leo waves me in to blow him while he rides Elliot’s cock.
And that’s the last coherent thought I have for…a while. Even when Leo tells Elliot he can use me whenever and however he wants—sexually—it barely blips on my mental radar, because Leo has me so deep in subspace I can hardly see straight. That’s no shocker, though, because Leo knows it’s one of my hottest fantasies.
By the time we leave, Elliot’s already falling asleep, and I could easily keel over and collapse. I’ve been up a full twenty-four hours at this point. Leo and I return to Blair House, and basically faceplant onto the bed.
As I fall asleep, I feel Leo’s fingers encircle my wrist, where my new day collar now lays, and I smile.
This is a day I’m never going to forget.
