Chapter Ten
The ride home was mostly silent, and Win wasn’t certain if he’d made a huge mistake. He wondered if Elliot thought the same.
It had felt bittersweet, using the picnic set he and Kevin had bought the summer before he died. But in the process of moving on with his life, he’d chosen to use it with Elliot, because Elliot was special. Still, his hands had trembled while folding the blanket…
Win blew out a harsh breath. Was he moving too fast?
No.He gripped the steering wheel.
He wanted Elliot. Wanted him more than any other man he’d gone out with, kissed, or tried to have sex with since Kevin’s death.Thatwas the problem—it wasn’t that he was moving too fast, but that he was scared to fucking death.
He’d faced down gang leaders in dark alleys and had a bullet dug out of his shoulder, yet the prospect of sex with Elliot left him all sweaty and weak with fear.
When they finally rounded the corner and pulled into his driveway, he cut the engine but remained seated.
“Everything okay?”
Roused from the debate raging inside him, Win gazed at Elliot’s anxious face. All he had to do was follow his own advice. Be strong. Keep it light and easy. No heavy emotions. Elliot was willing, and Win could be strong.
“Perfect. What could be bad? Want to come to mine?”
Elliot answered with a smile Win knew he’d have dreams about, and he forced himself not to respond in kind.
“Come on. Let’s get inside.” He grabbed the basket from the Jeep, and Elliot followed him into the house. Too late he remembered the picture of Kevin and him in the kitchen and vowed to keep out of that room. With any luck, he and Elliot wouldn’t bother with anything other than getting naked, and he needn’t worry about giving away pieces of himself. He had no intention of bringing up Kevin at all. When you’re trying to have sex, the last thing you want to do is talk about your dead husband.
He dropped the basket and drew Elliot close. “Where did we leave off at the park? I think we were talking about getting naked and me being inside you. How do you feel about that now?”
“I think the question should be how doyoufeel?” Elliot’s hands rested on his shoulders as he gazed solemnly at Win. “I’m no different than when your tongue was down my throat. I’m sensing you might be having second thoughts, though.”
Alarmed, Win squeezed Elliot’s ass and ground their hips together. “Does this feel like second thoughts? Hell, no.” The pressure from Elliot’s rigid dick rubbing against his blew away any remaining doubts. Elliot was in his arms, and Win wanted him.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he breathed in Elliot’s ear, loving his full-body shiver. Without waiting for a response, he tugged on Elliot’s hand, and they ran up the steps.
In the doorway to his bedroom, he caught Elliot and pinned his hands above his head, taking his mouth in a kiss that left them both gasping. “Last night I thought about you.”
“You did?” Elliot nuzzled in the crook of his neck, his lips burning a wet path up Win’s throat. “Tell me more.”
“I’d rather show you.” With one hand still holding Elliot’s wrists to the doorframe, Win popped the zipper of Elliot’s jeans and yanked them over his hips. The bulge of his firm cock strained the dark fabric of his briefs, and Win inhaled his scent. He cupped Elliot’s sac and reached up to grasp him fully. “This. This is what I thought about.” Elliot was hot. Alive.
All his.
Shocked by that possessive thought, Win squeezed Elliot and watched as he kicked off his sneakers. A slight grin crossed Elliot’s lips, and he widened his stance. “You don’t have to think about it anymore. I’m right here.”
Win released Elliot’s hands and he stepped out of his jeans and briefs; it gave Win his first view of Elliot’s naked cock—beautiful and thick, rising proudly from the nest of hair at his groin, the wide tip already wet. “So I see. And I’m right there.”
He sank to his knees, but instead of taking Elliot in his mouth, Win licked the alluring slant of his hip bone, then kissed a wet trail to Elliot’s belly button. Pleasure soaked through him as Elliot whimpered, and he dragged his nose across Elliot’s firm belly to press a kiss to the crown of his dick, before swirling his tongue around the head. The bittersweet taste of Elliot flowed into his mouth, and he increased his suction while flicking his tongue around the hard length.
“Oh, my God. Win.Win.” Elliot thrust his hips, pumping into Win’s mouth. Groans and panting from above spurred Win to suck harder, while gently running a teasing finger around Elliot’s balls and beyond. “Yeah, right there.” Elliot’s hands dug into his hair, clutching him tight. “Don’t stop. Don’t…ahhh.”
The moment Win touched his rim, Elliot bucked his hips, driving his dick down Win’s throat and he came hard and heavy. Win swallowed it all, laving Elliot’s shaft with his tongue before letting him go. On his heels, he glanced up to see Elliot swaying, openmouthed, face flushed red, hair plastered to his forehead in spiky, sweat-soaked waves.
In other words,beautiful.
Win rose on unsteady legs and cradled Elliot’s cheek in the palm of his hand. “How do you feel?” His own painfully engorged cock pushed against the zipper of his jeans, and he pressed the heel of his other hand to massage it.
“Better once I can touch you.” Surprised by Elliot’s forthrightness, Win had little time to dwell on his thoughts. Those beautiful, long fingers unzipped his jeans and stroked his cock. “God, you’re gorgeous.” Elliot’s hot palm rubbed up and down, and Win, already on the brink, mustered a reserve of strength to hold off.
“Bed?” he croaked out, and holding on to Elliot, led him inside the room. He kicked off his sneakers and jeans, and then they lay close together.
