“Okay,” I said softly.
He looked up at me through thick lashes, water drops clung to them like diamonds. “I want more,” he breathed.
He pushed up onto his tiptoes and sealed his mouth to mine. When the tip of his tongue teased across my bottom lip I groaned. Opening up just enough for his tongue to slip inside. The feeling of his tongue against mine deepened the arousal that already flowed through me.
My semi quickly thickened until my length was aching with the need to sink inside him, but that was a step we hadn’t taken, yet. No matter how much I wanted that. It had to be Elliot’s choice. I’d done enough damage to this fragile boy that I refused to take anything else from him.
I pulled back and groaned, burying my face in his hair. “Baby boy, you don’t know what you do to me.”
Elliot stepped in closer, his hard length rutting against the slick skin of my hip. Lust shot down my spine so fast my vision blurred. My hands clutched his hips so tight there was no doubt in the back of my mind I’d find bruises there later.
“I think I do,” Elliot murmured, nibbling a path across my chest.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth. Circled it with his tongue before increasing the pressure enough to make my hips flex. I rutted against his stomach as he explored how far he could push me.
My thigh slipped between his legs, increasing the friction. His silken length gliding over my skin was nothing short of a dream. “Please, Daddy. I want you…”
“Elliot…” I warned. “I can’t take?—”
“Shhhh.”
He kissed me hard, then stealing my train of thought and replacing it with his own.
“I want you.” My eyes locked with his, begging him to understand. “I know what I’m asking. I’m ready.”
My hand snaked down, fingers sinking into his supple ass. I pulled him up like he didn’t weigh anything. Elliot’s legs wrapped around my hips. He crossed his ankles, locking him in place like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
His cock lined up with mine, it fit against me perfectly. Almost like he was made for me. My head rolled back on my shoulders. The sensation of his hot flesh gliding against mine was all it took for the last of my restraint to snap.
Elliot's hands traced their way up my chest, tweaking my nipples as they climbed higher. He chased their path with his lips, nipping and sucking as he went. Tasting my skin with little kitten-like licks all while his hips rolled in a rhythm that made me burn for him.
His teeth grazed over my Adam’s apple, and I shuddered. The resulting chuckle was nothing but pure joy, a sound that made me feel like I was floating. One hand sunk into my hair as he angled my face down to his. Lips brushing mine. The other dug into my skin eliciting a sound from me I’d never made before.
“I want you to make me come with your fingers inside me.”
I felt the shape of his words more than heard them over the spray hammering down on us. Tasted his smile as he kissed me deeply. Fingers scraped over my scalp and down my back like he could pull me closer. Like he wanted to fuse us together so this moment never ended.
My trembling hand reached blindly for the conditioner on the shelf, and I adjusted my hold so I could squeeze some onto my fingers without dropping him.
“Yesss,” Elliot breathed when my fingers slid between his cheeks and teased that sensitive bundle of nerves at his entrance. “That’s…m-more...” his words dissolved into a rumbling moan.
The steady roll of his hips stuttered as I increased the pressure, pulling little shattered sounds from his parted lips that would star in my dreams for years to come. Every moment felt precious with him because I didn’t know how many times I’d get to experience them. I hoped I’d have a lifetime, but that future wasn’t a certainty.
With Elliot’s head tipped back, throat bared to me I kissed every inch of his exposed tender flesh I could reach. I nipped and sucked. Dragged my teeth on the straining tendons. The tight ring of muscle that had been closed started to soften under my ministrations.
How I wished I could spin him around and push him up against the shower wall and feast on his ass like the starving man I was. But my baby boy wanted to come on my fingers. So that's what he would get.
“You’re so good for me, baby boy.”
Elliot whined and ground back against my finger with enough force that it slid inside. Hot heat wrapped around me. He started to rock back on me, welcoming me deeper inside him. When he was down to the second knuckle, I added another finger.
“Daddy… I-neeed?—”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
My teeth sunk into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. That small bit of pain opened him up to me even more.My fingers sunk deeper, and that's when I found that magical spot.
That sensitive bundle of nerves that would send him spiraling. His cock kicked against mine. I was certain I could feel the precum dripping from his slit. My fingers worked over his prostate in a come-hither motion.
