Without taking his mouth off me, his tongue flicks the sensitive underside as he sucks on the head.
He runs his tongue up and down the length of my shaft, tasting every inch of me with his. Dipping his head, he nuzzles his nose into my sac and takes a deep inhale before letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Do you like your balls sucked?” he asks, and the question alone has my pulse spiking.
“I like everything you want to do to me.”
A wicked smile lights his face between my legs. He pumps my cock with his fist and wraps his lips around my sac, sucking one of my balls into his mouth. The vibration of his moan travels through me, lighting every nerve ending on fire.
His curious and thorough ministrations are one of the hottest experiences I’ve had in my life.
“Holy fucking shit, El, I’m gonna lose my mind. That mouth is driving me wild,” I moan hoarsely.
Elliot keeps his heated stare locked on me as he curls his tongue over the tip of my cock and laps up the pearly drops of precome. Then he licks over his lips, savoring my taste.
“Mhm, I like the taste of you a lot.” He licks me again, then rubs my leaking tip across his lips until they’re glistening from my precome.
The sight is almost my undoing.
Heat sizzles at the base of my spine as my groin tightens, my balls full and heavy to the point I’m a hairline away from coming over his face.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you can finish me off with your hand. But I need to warn you, El, the second you put those sexy fucking lips around my cock again, I’m gonna blow like a fucking land mine.”
Without a word, those sinful lips in question kick up in a devious smirk, and then Elliot makes a show of sticking his tongue out. He presses the tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside of my swollen head, then wraps those full lips around my heated flesh. He only has to give me the lightest suck and I’m gone. My back arches off the bed, liquid heat scorching down my spine as I cave in to my orgasm. His name falls from my lips in a hoarse cry.
I spill into his mouth, and Elliot swallows. He doesn’t release me from the warmth of his mouth, and the sight of my come leaking from the corners of his lips has another wave coursing through me.
He releases me with a pop, tongue darting out to catch the drops around his lips. He crawls over me, pressing against my trembling body as the aftershocks hit me.
He presses kisses against my chest, damp with a light sheen of sweat, then grazes his teeth around my nipple before sucking on one. A loud moan leaves the back of my throat, and I have to gently pry him off me to avoid crashing out from the heightened pleasure running through my veins.
“I’m gonna pass out if you carry on,” I pant.
“Why? Was it bad?”
“No. It’s because it was too fucking good. I can’t feel my feet.”
He chuckles, then gives my bare thigh a playful slap. I hiss at the sting.
“I’m gonna get dressed now,” he announces, smacking a kiss against the corner of my mouth before climbing out of bed without putting pressure on his knee. “I think me and your cock need a round two later. Maybe you can fuck my face, yeah?”
“Fucking hell,” I say under my breath at his casual tone, pinching the bridge of my nose.
How am I supposed to sit through dinner with his twin brother now with that promise at the forefront of my mind?
My spine immediately tenses at the sound of someone banging on the door. Elliot’s gaze locks with mine in the mirror, where he’s doing the buttons on a sapphire-blue shirt.
“Is that the door?” he asks.
I finish tying the laces of my boots, then head down the hall. Blaine’s voice sounds through the door when I round the corner.
“You have one minute to open this door, Elliot Olsen. I don’t care if you’re naked or getting railed, I will be coming in there!”
Grinning, I swing open the door, and Blaine’s fist is poised to knock again. Alex stands beside him, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Ah, so he lives,” Blaine huffs, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, although it was a close call about ten minutes ago. You’ve come at a good time,” I tease, trying to keep my voice neutral. “Elliot wanted an… appetizer, should we say.”
