Elliot smiles. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. My bedside lamp is already on when we walk into my room, the curtains drawn closed. He stops at the foot of my bed, then turns to face me. His hands glide from my stomach and up over my pecs, his fingers grazing over my nipples through my shirt. I stand stock-still as they continue their journey over my upper body, sliding around my neck before anchoring his fingers in my hair. He pulls me down until he can capture my mouth with his.
I let out a deep, husky rumble in the back of my throat. Our kisses become hungry, turning into something more desperate, and next thing I know, our clothes land in a pile on the floor. Elliot turns his back toward me as he steps out of his jeans, and I almost swallow my tongue at the sight of him. The navy blue jockstrap that emphasizeseverything. His long legs and strong thighs. The fullness of his ass.
“Fucking hell,” I growl under my breath. “Look at you.”
His smile is instant. Pressing a knee onto the bed, he crawls on and places his hands in front of him. He rolls his hips back, then spreads his legs out to the side in a perfect split.
“Fuckkk,” I groan.
He glances over his shoulder and winks. “Can I ride you like this?” he asks, all innocent, before bouncing his hips, giving me a preview.
“Yes. And in reverse,” I rasp. “I wanna watch my cock sink inside you every time you bounce, El.”
Goose bumps trickle across his skin as he shivers.
I quickly discard my boxers and kneel on the floor in front of the bed.
“Come here,” I demand.
Without moving out of his split position, Elliot shifts closer, then leans forward until he’s resting on his forearms. With my hands on his ass, I spread his cheeks and nuzzle my face into his crease. I take a deep inhale, then lick a hot path over his hole with the flat of my tongue. Elliot moans so loud, I feel it in my balls.
Fuck. Me.I’m so fucking addicted to him.
I continue to lick and suck on his hole, and when he relaxes, I push my tongue inside, smiling against his heated flesh as he groans and pushes back against my face. Tugging the fabric of his jock aside, I take his hard cock in my hand and begin to stroke. He thrusts into my fist, riding my face as I lap my tongue over his sensitive rim.
“Hunter,” he gasps, his thighs trembling against my biceps. “I’m gonna come.”
I pull my face away and stand. He lets out a whine and drops his head onto the mattress. Rounding the bed, I settle against the pillows, then retrieve the bottle of lube from my nightstand. I pour some into my palm and slick myself up, then take hold of my cock at the base and give it a small shake.
Elliot crawls up the bed, kicking off his jock and turning to give me his back. He throws his leg over mine, and he straddles my hips, then arches his back, giving me the perfect view of his ass.
Letting go of my cock, I knead his cheeks, squeezing the tight muscles. Even though he’s still slick from my mouth, I apply lube to his hole before lining up the head of my cock.Keeping one hand gripping my base, I place the other on his hip, guiding him as he lowers himself down. A choked, raspy moan escapes my throat as I watch my cock slowly disappear into his ass. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feel of his muscles gripping me tight, threatening to squeeze my release right out of me.
Once his ass is pressed against my hips, he glances over his shoulder. His cheeks are flushed with arousal. Those lips that drive me wild are all swollen and wet.
“Hunter?” he says in a breath.
“Yeah?”
Placing his hands on my thighs for support, he lifts his hips slightly. He begins to stretch his legs out to the side like he did before. The deeper into the split he goes, the deeper my cock sinks into his ass, and then he smirks. “Are you ready?”
Chapter Twenty
Elliot
I lower myself onto his cock until my ass meets his thighs. I feel so full. Every inch of my body tingles, causing a surge of sparks to rush through me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips.
“Can I move?”
“In a second,” he grunts, and I grin when I notice his toes are curled tight. He lets out a long, shuddering breath before his voice rumbles, “Okay.”
I slowly rock my hips, finding the rhythm that works in this position. His hands steady me, providing me with some support to pick up my speed. It doesn’t take long until we’re both moaning. My hard cock slaps against his thigh, his leg hair tickling the sensitive tip. I want to touch myself, but I don’t think I have the strength to keep myself upright.
“Ngh, so good.” I groan, his cock tagging my prostate with every roll of my hips. “I fucking love your cock, Hunter.”
My thighs begin to tremble from being held in this stretch and the pleasure rushing through me.
