“God, fuck, yes. Do it, please. I need you so bad, El.”
Elliot’s dark chuckle tells me that I sound just as desperate and pathetic to him as I do to myself, but I don’t care. I want to come so badly, I can barely see straight. And even more so, I want to make Elliot come. I want him to use me–use my body. I might not be completely sure about what thigh-fucking is orhow it works, but I’m so goddamn eager to please him.
He takes my jaw in his hand, angling my face towards his so he can capture my lips in another searing kiss. He urges me to scoot forward until I’m able to hang on to the headboard. I feel the nudging head of his cock between my legs, followed by the chilling dribble of more lube.
“Teach me, Elliot. Teach me how to be good for you. Teach me how to make you come,” I whimper, and he mutters a curse behind me, nipping at my neck as he does.
“Squeeze your legs together, baby,” he whispers near my ear. I do as he says, and then he’s thrusting forward, pushing his slicked up cock between my thighs while pulling me impossibly closer against his chest.
“So perfect, Alex. You feel so good like this.”
“You too,” I breathe, because he does. He isn’t touching my dick, but the slide of him, his breath on my neck, the way his hips slap against my ass as he increases the pace of his thrusts is dizzying. “I always want you, El. All the time. I think about you when I wake up and before I go to sleep. I want to be so good for you, always.”
“Fuck,” he grunts out. “I wanted to make this last, but you’re driving me crazy.”
And I love that, knowing that I drive him as wild as he does me, even if it's only in bed. I arch my back, slamming back against him with each of his thrusts, using my legs to milk him for all that he’s worth. At this point, I don’t care if he ever touches me. The sound of him moaning in my ear and the feel of his hips against my ass might just be enough to satisfy me.
But then Elliot reaches around, gripping my cock in his tight, slicked-up fist, and the whine that leaves my mouth is nearly inhuman. His hand glides up and down my shaft in jerky motions while the head of his dick brushes my balls in time with each of his strokes. I’m right back there on the edge, dangling over oblivion, performing the balancing act of my life while I melt into the mindblowing pleasure and do my damndest not to break apart.
“Come, Alex. Let me see you come all over my hand.”
I couldn’t fight him on it if I tried. The string winding me tight finally snaps, sending me head first into the wave of my orgasm. I bite down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum erupts from my cock and all over my bed in what feels like a never ending volcano of pleasure. Elliot’s grip on me never loosens as he coaxes me through it, holding me close andmurmuring sweet nothings I can barely hear over the sound of my own pleading.
Elliot’s hips press against my ass, his body jerking against mine while warmth coats my inner thighs. He moans through his orgasm, loud and shameless. I feel his cum everywhere—on my cock, my balls, dripping between my legs, and the sensation of it is enough to have my dick twitching even as it softens in his palm.
The only sound in the room is our heavy breaths and the rhythmic beating of our hearts, and I don’t ever want to leave this moment.
Emotion swells in my chest, burning my eyes as the weight of what we’ve just done settles over me. I feel too much and I don’t have the right words to capture the gravity of the moment, because the only words I can conjure in the pleasure-soaked depths of my mind would send Elliot running for the hills. Because he ruined me. With a few kisses and flirtations and an orgasm that made my brain melt out of my ears, Elliot Raine Baker has thoroughly wrecked me, and I know for a fact I won’t survive him. Logic, timing, and reason all be damned, I’m falling in love with the man still holding on to my chest like I’m his own personal life line.
Fucking hell, I’m falling in love with him, and I can’t keep him.
“I made a mess of you, Alex,” Elliot says, his lips pressed against the crook of my neck as he seems to squeeze me even tighter.
You have no idea what a mess you’ve made.
“I loved it,” I admit on a low exhale. Because it's the truth, and even though I’m not only talking about the mess he made between my legs, I want him to hear it. And because I want to remind myself that when this is all said and done, maybe the exquisite pain will all have been worth it for this moment.
Elliot unfurls himself from around me and we migrate to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and tests the temperature of the water before leading me by the hand under the spray. I fiddle with the faucet until the second showerhead kicks on so that we can both be cocooned by hot water on all sides.
“Tell me what you liked,” he says as he grabs a bottle of soap and squeezes a dollop into his palm. I think I’m about to watch him wash himself, and I think I’m really going to like the view. But then he starts to work the lather into my shoulders, massaging me as he cleans my skin, and I groan, melting into him.
This is so much better.
“All of it,” I murmur, letting my eyes blink closed as he works the soap over my pecs.
“Be specific, Goat. I want to know everything so I can make it good for you every time.”
I hum, leaning into his chest and letting myself succumb to the simple pleasure of his soapy hands on my skin, but a gentle pinch of my nipple snaps me out of it.
“I mean, besides the obvious part where I liked your mouth and your hand on my cock, I liked the way you felt wrapped around me. I’ve never had that before. You made me feel…taken care of. I loved the way you held me against you and kept control of both of us. I liked that it was my body that made you feel good. And I liked the way you moved against me. I want more of that. So, so much more of that.”
“I liked holding on to you, too. You fit me so perfectly.” He pulls me against his chest, where I bury my face against the shower-soaked matte of hair that covers him here. Even through the water, I can smell him like this. That unique blend of salt and skin and Elliot that I want to get high off like a drug.
“We fit each other perfectly,” I whisper, my voice muffled by the way I’m nuzzled against his skin.
After our shower, we break out the sushi Elliot brought over and eat it while snuggling on the couch while my favorite trashy reality show plays quietly on the TV. I couldn’t have dreamt up a more perfect evening if I tried.
It isn’t until I wake up in the middle of the night, Elliot underneath me like a human mattress with his leg hoisted around my hip and holding on to me like I’m his personal body pillow that I remember…
