“Oh god.” Elliot didn’t hesitate. His legs nearly touched his sides. “Are you gonna touch me?”
“Not yet. I’m not done looking at you.” The more I saw, the harder my cock became. It almost hurt.
I wanted his mouth on me again. That wet heat would feel amazing. But I wanted to make him feel as gorgeous as I found him. He needed to feel the truth. Words weren’t enough.
I climbed into the bed, but I still didn’t touch him.
“You’re taking too long.”
I smiled. “That’s not what your cock thinks.”
I ran a finger from the base to the head. His cock jumped, and he moaned my name as if he wanted me to do it again.
“You have a pretty cock.” I wrapped my hand around him, then kissed the head.
He moved into my touch, seeking more friction on his cock. He was so responsive, so desperate for more. I wanted to give it to him, but I waited, watching him, wanting him to beg. It wouldn’t take long. He wiggled his hips and moaned, wanting me to move my hand. Maybe he wanted me to touch him again. I wasn’t sure which. He’d have to ask for what he wanted.
“Grym. Please.”
“Please, what,A stor?”
He’d had his eyes closed until that point, but he met my gaze. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Instead, he studied me, as if trying to figure out what my game was. Then he said, “I’m ready to take things to the next level.”
I kissed the head of his cock again. This time, a pearl of pre-cum formed. I smeared it over the head before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck. That feels...” He fisted my hair as I bottomed out. I set a rhythm to make him come. I wanted him relaxed and boneless when I finally got inside him. But I went slowly, taking my time, making it as good for him as I could.
He smelled good, like sunshine on hot ocean water. He tasted like citrus fruit. I imagined his come would taste the same.
He pumped his hips into my mouth, demanding that I pick up my pace. When I complied, he moaned again.
“I’m gonna.” It took three more of his thrusts before he came in my mouth. He did taste like citrus fruit.
I let him take what he needed. His thrusts slowed, then stopped. His body was boneless.
He sighed, a smile on his face, when I let his cock go. I worked my way down to his balls, kissing them and then licking over his opening.
Elliot pulled his legs back. “Grym.”
“Tastes good.”
“Lube. In the nightstand drawer. When you’re ready.”
“Mmmm.” He was so pliant, so willing to give me whatever I wanted. I wanted to take it all, but it was a lot. I had to be careful, go slow, and be gentle.
My cock was so hard and insistent. The need to be inside was overwhelming, verging on desperation.
I had to stop licking him to reach the nightstand. A tube of lube was inside, along with a pink dildo that wasn’t as big as me but came close.
It would be fun to use the dildo later. I was too worked up to play any longer. My blood ran hot for him.
I warmed the lube on my fingers before swirling one around his opening. It was already wet from my ministrations.
“Inside, Grym. Please.”
“Of course,A stor.” I wouldn’t make him beg anymore. I wanted him too much for that, too.
I pushed inside. Hot, tight heat enveloped my finger.
