Elliot pressed deep inside, and Win’s control snapped. “Come on, comeon.” The hard push of Elliot’s fingers wasn’t enough any longer. Win needed all of him. “Now.”
But Elliot was proving to be more sure of himself than Win had expected.
A teasing light brightened his eyes as he said, “Not yet,” then kissed Win and twisted those damn evil fingers.
Helpless, Win clutched Elliot’s shoulders and sucked his tongue, greedy for the taste of Elliot as shivers rolled through him, rising him up on that wave. His cock rubbed against the firm muscles of Elliot’s abs, but the friction wasn’t enough.
“More, more.”
Abruptly, Elliot withdrew, returning only moments later, the wide head of his sheathed dick probing Win’s entrance. “Ready?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” Win hooked a leg around Elliot’s waist as the first few inches of Elliot’s cock sank into his body.
Elliot’s jaw tightened, and his eyes flew open wide. “Oh, wow, oh God…I never…it’s amazing. You’re so…I need more.” He pushed in all the way, and Win groaned. At the sound, Elliot stopped. “Did I hurt you?”
The burn and stretch was painful, but Win would never tell Elliot that. He didn’t want him to stop. “No, keep moving.” His breath came in short, hard bursts, and with Elliot’s movements becoming stronger and more fluid with each passing second, Win forgot everything except the physical, perfect reality of having Elliot inside him. He grasped his cock and began to stroke up and down as the tingling began at the base of his spine. “Harder. It won’t hurt me.”
“I never knew…” Elliot panted. “Oh my God, it’s like fire. Ohh…”
For his first time, Elliot was doing a damn good job, and when he surged deep, Win dug his heels into the mattress, rising up to meet Elliot’s thrusts. A million different emotions battered him, but he’d never been more certain that this was where he should be and who he wanted to be with.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” Elliot ground out, his jaw working.
Instead of answering, Win clamped a hand on Elliot’s firm ass and yanked him closer. “You couldn’t, and this is what I need. And I think you need it too.”
For a split second Elliot seemed stunned, but he gathered himself and began a punishing pace. Win fell back on the pillow as he worked his cock, and it wasn’t long before he was lost in his head, his world reduced to the friction point between them, and he couldn’t hold off any longer. A harsh cry burst from between his lips as the first wave of his orgasm ripped through him.
“Gonna come, gonna…” He bowed off the bed, shooting into his hand, but it sprayed on his chest and hit Elliot, who didn’t notice, caught up in his own frenzy.
His movements became more erratic, and then with a deep groan, followed by a sigh as he buried himself inside Win, Elliot came and fell on top of him. He lay twitching and breathing heavily for a minute, until Win kissed his neck.
“Are you okay?”
“I thinkokayis a rather weak term for how I’m feeling right now.”
Win smiled against Elliot’s skin. “Well, you’re the writer. Tell me how you feel.”
Instead of answering, Elliot pulled out gingerly, as Win had expected of him since he was such a thoughtful person, and got rid of the condom. He lay next to Win, staring at the ceiling, and Win’s pulse raced at the serious expression on his face. When the silence between them dragged on, Win rolled onto his side and braced himself on his elbow.
“What’s wrong?”
A light flush tinged Elliot’s cheeks pink. “I want to tell you something, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.”
“Oh.” That sounded like the beginning of a breakup. An It’s-not-you-it’s-me conversation. “Might as well spit it out. Honesty is always the best way.”
Win could almost feel the waves of nervous energy rolling off Elliot when he faced him. “I like it better the other way.”
Win blinked. “Huh?”
Elliot chewed his bottom lip, a quirk Win found ridiculously endearing and sweet. It elevated Elliot’s cuteness factor and made Win want to dive in for a kiss, but serious blue eyes held him back. This was Elliot, and it was important.
Face now bright red, Elliot wet his lips. “I like sex better the other way. Having you inside me is something I can’t even put words to. I mean, this was great. Not just great,amazing, but—why’re you laughing?” Elliot opened his mouth, but Win jumped on him, taking his mouth in a hard kiss that morphed into light, gentle touches on that incredibly soft mouth Win couldn’t get enough of.
“I’m laughing because I’m happy. I thought you were planning on telling me you weren’t interested and to get out.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Elliot slipped his arms around him. “You must be hurting without that first cup of coffee.”
“I’ll risk it. I’d risk almost anything to be right here with you.”
