I walk over to the bed, dropping my towel onto the floor as I go. Placing a knee on the bed, I climb on top of him, only stopping when I’m face-to-face with him.
“Look at this! I’ve just watched this video of some penguins wearing backpacks, and it made me wanna cry because it was so freaking cute. All of them were waddling along with their littlebackpacks.” He beams. He tears his eyes away from the screen and turns his phone around to show me, then freezes when he realizes how close I am. Slowly, his eyes travel the length of my naked body, widening a fraction when they land on my cock hanging soft but heavy between us, the tip almost touching his bare stomach.
“Hi,” he breathes without taking his eyes off my cock.
“Hi,” I smirk.
His phone drops onto the mattress, penguin video long forgotten.
“You’re naked,” he states, looking at my face again.
“I am, and I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
He drops his gaze to my cock once more, and it begins to thicken under his heated stare. He licks over his lips, and I make a low, grumbling growl in my chest.
“Maybe we should bail and stay here instead. Fuck going for dinner.”
“But then what would we eat?”
“Your cock. My cock. My ass. All the above at the same time.” His hand wraps around my length. He gives me a teasing tug, those sinful lips smirking.
I dip my head, lips hovering over his ear. My voice is gravel when I ask, “Is that right?”
“Mhm. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea. Maybe we should never leave this room. Just stay naked forever.”
I chuckle under my breath, moving my mouth to drag his bottom lip between my teeth.
He lets out a shuddering breath. “Do we have to go?”
“Yes. You’ve been looking forward to this since Alex mentioned it.” I trail my lips down his jaw to his neck, flicking my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
He moans, arching his head back to give me more access.
“Can I suck you off before we go?”
My cock answers for me, hardening in his palm.
It’s one of the things we haven’t done yet. He’s been on the receiving end many times. Giving head is something I love doing, especially given how responsive Elliot is, but I’ve sensed he’s been a little unsure about reciprocating. Not that I mind. The reason why I haven’t mentioned it is because I haven’t wanted him to feel pressured into doing something he isn’t sure about. I can live without having my dick sucked, but I can’t live without him being completely comfortable with me.
“We’re going to be late,” I hiss between gritted teeth as he pumps me with his fist, twisting his palm over the tip. I thrust into his grip, digging my fingers into the comforter by his head.
“I don’t care.” He tilts his chin up defiantly, determination flaring in those sexy eyes. He gives my cock another slow, firm tug as he rasps, “Consider this my prize for being such a good boy with my rehab.”
Fuck.Fuck.
“Where do you want me?” I ask.
“On your back.”
He releases my cock, and I move off him to lie on my back as instructed. He rolls over onto his stomach and settles between my spread legs. He takes hold of my cock, gripping it at the base, and gives it a light shake.
“I’m always amazed by the size of your cock,” he says, green eyes glistening with heat. Then he wraps those full lips around the head of my cock and sucks.
“Ohh, fuck, El,” I grunt, muscles tightening as pleasure shocks through my veins like a lightning strike.
He releases me with a pop, then sticks his tongue out flat. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he licks around the tip of my cock like it’s an ice cream, dipping his tongue into my slit. He experiments with taking me deeper into his mouth, and my thighs tremble when he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard.
“Mhm.” He gives a satisfied hum.
