My rhythm falters at his honesty.
I can’t deny it anymore. I’m so fucking gone for this man. There was no way I could fight it. He’s slipped through my defenses with such ease, settled himself in that delicate spot beneath my ribs.
I’m falling in love with him, without a shadow of a doubt, and allowing someone to have so much power over me again is terrifying. The last time I loved someone, I lost them. I don’t know if I could cope with losing someone else.
And if I lost Elliot? That would be it for me. Done. I wouldn’t survive it.
I want to protect him from this world that isn’t made for him. From the people who are quick to pass judgment or make him feel less worthy. Butwhat if I’m not there to protect him?
Curving my hand around the back of his head, I tug him closer and rest my forehead against his. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of being so close to him we’re almost one.
“El,” I murmur. “Are you close? I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Y-yeah.”
My thrusts become frantic, chasing that euphoric sensation as heat rushes down my spine and tightens my balls. He tenses beneath me, and then a hoarse cry escapes his throat. Warmth floods between us where his cock is trapped by my abdomen, and his release triggers my own orgasm.
Bright, white lights flash behind my eyelids as I shudder, groaning between clenched teeth as my come spills inside him. I collapse on top of him, both of us gulping down air.
I hide my face in the crook of his neck, reveling in the scent of him. Elliot cards his fingers through my hair, and every atom of tension leaves my body. When I regain enough energy to push myself up, he lets out a quiet hiss as my cock slips out of him, and I move to lie on my side next to him.
He remains flat on his back, the muscles in his legs still trembling from the aftershocks.
I cup his cheek with my hand, turning his head to face me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing my thumb over his skin.
He nods silently, and then his eyes squeeze close for the briefest moment as he squirms. His hands push back his damp hair from his face before tensing near his stomach.
Ah. I need to get my guy in the shower.
“El?”
He rolls his head to face me again.
“Wanna take a shower with me?”
The tension immediately disappears as he relaxes at my question. His lips quirk in a small smile. “Please.”
My legs feel like jelly as I swing them over the edge of the bed and stand. Elliot’s come is smeared across my stomach and starting to dry in my hair. I round the bed to his side and hold my hand out to him. I catch a flicker of caution in his gazebefore he sucks in a breath and slowly sits up. I lead him into his bathroom, switching on the mirrored light like he did the first time we were in here. He scrunches up his nose, twisting his hands in front of him.
“Sex is kinda messy, huh?” he chuckles, but I pick up on the slight tremble in his voice. He’s trying to hide his panic, and I won’t let him do that.
“Yeah, it can be,” I say, reaching in to turn the shower on. I give him a moment before turning back to face him.
“Is it gonna be annoying that I’ll need to shower every time? I mean, it’s not very sexy, is it? Me freaking out because I can feel your come dripping down the back of my legs.” His voice gradually gets higher as he speaks.
Stepping in front of him, I cradle his face in my hands. Those green eyes are filled with worry, and I can almost hear his brain working overtime.
“No, it’s not going to be annoying, El. What would be annoying is if you weren’t honest with me. Your honesty is one of the sexiest things about you. I know sometimes you can’t help what comes out of your mouth, and I love that about you.” The four-letter word slips out without me thinking. But I’m not going to backtrack because it’s the truth.
Before he can respond, I pull him into the shower and maneuver him under the spray. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water cascade over him. I pour shower gel into my hand and slide my palm over his stomach and reach around to wash between his cheeks and down the back of his legs. A relieved sigh escapes him as our come is washed away.
He drops his head to my shoulder and speaks so quietly I almost don’t hear him over the rush of water.
“I never knew it could feel like that.”
“What’s that?”
