His calloused hand finds my cheek, thumb stroking over my skin, and that touch brings me back to the moment, back to my mission. I’m nervous as all hell. Not because I’m sucking a dude off for the first time, but because I’m sucking Elliot off for the first time. Because my sole purpose since this monolith of a man entered my life is to be good for him, to make him happy, to make him feel good. I let out a steadying breath, and then grip the base of his hot,throbbing cock in my fist as I close my lips around the tip.
Elliot’s thighs tense the moment I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, hands finding their way back into my hair and gripping me. He doesn’t fuck or force, just holds me steady while I explore his dick with sucks and flicks of my tongue. The taste of him is better than I could have ever imagined, and the heady feeling settling in my gut every time he gasps or moans is overwhelming and sexy as hell. With each brush of my lips and bob of my head, I take him a little bit further, a little deeper, loving the way my lips have to stretch around his length to accommodate him.
“God, Alex. Your mouth is so fucking sweet. I knew it would be. I knew you’d be so damn good for me.”
I preen at his praise, my own cock twitching in my pants, aching to be let free. But not yet. My pleasure doesn’t matter, not until Elliot falls apart for me.
Not until I know what it feels like when he’s coming all over my tongue.
On one particularly ambitious stroke, I take his cock as deep as it will go, feeling his tip brush my throat. I gag and pull back, saliva trailing from Elliot’s dick to my lower lip. I feel my face go redfrom embarrassment, but he just leans down and gives me a quick peck on the top of my head.
“It’s okay, baby. That was so good. Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck, no,” I protest, giving his cock a tight squeeze in my fist. “Just promise me you’ll teach me how to deep throat some day, okay?”
I don’t wait for his answer before getting back to work, sucking and licking on his thick head while working his length in my hand. My free hand slides around his thigh, grabbing a palmful of his tight ass and squeezing hard. I hollow out my cheeks as I work my mouth over him, and Elliot’s moans grow louder and more desperate with each stroke of my hand over his cock.
“Fuck, baby. So close. So fucking close. Pull back now if you don’t want my cum.”
If I don’t want his cum.Is this guy nuts? His cum painting my mouth is the only goddamn thing I can think of right now. I redouble my efforts, milking him with my hand and mouth until finally, his thighs tense, his face contorts, and that first rope of hot, salty cum hits my tongue.
Somehow, it surprises me just how quickly Elliot fills my mouth with his release. I try to swallow it all, to be good and clean up the mess we’re making, but I can’t quite keep up. Cum dribbles from my lips anddown my chin, but I keep my mouth on his dick, wanting to keep his cock wet and warm as he works through his orgasm.
When it seems like Elliot’s soul finally returns to his body, he slowly pulls his softening cock from between my lips. He runs the pad of his thumb over my chin, collecting cum before pushing it back into my mouth. I suck on his finger like I did his cock, lapping up every bit of spilled cum he feeds me.
“So good, Alex. You were such a good boy for me. You made me feel so fucking amazing.”
My lips curve into a smile as I shudder under his soft touch and gentle praise.
“I love being good for you, El.”
“Mmm, I know you do, sweetheart. And you know what good boys get, don’t you? Good boys get to come however and wherever they want. Why don’t you stand up for me and tell me how you want me to touch you.”
Everything in me turns soft and gooey while the world’s dirtiest film reel flips through my brain. How do I want him to touch me? Do I want him to jerk me off, to suck my cock like I did his? Would it be too messy to try fucking his thighs like he did mine?
Like it fucking matters. I’m pretty sure the second Elliot looks at my dick, I’m going to come all over myself. I open my mouth to tell him that I’d like myorgasm delivery to be dealer’s choice, when a sliver of fluorescent light beams me in the eyeball.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Elliot jumps, turning his back to the door as he quickly pulls his pants back up from where they’ve pooled under his knees. My brain seems to skip a beat entirely, my reaction time slower than a snail in molasses when I notice James leaning against this side of the closet wall, the door cracked behind him and Scarlett purring in his arms.
“James, we were just—” Elliot sputters, as if there’s any explanation other than the truth that would make sense. I’m still on my knees, for fuck’s sake.
“You know,” the Redwoods team owner interrupts, a shit-eating grin on his face. “If I had a nickel for every one of my players I caught with their pants down in this exact closet…”
“Is everything okay with Scarlett?” I ask, sounding as out of breath as I feel. Something wet trickles down my jaw, and as I swipe at it, I can only hope for all of our sakes that it’s just a bead of sweat and not leftover dick juice.
Fuck, Elliot is totally going to get fired, and it’s completely my fault.
“The kitten? She’s fine. Anna from the adoption agency needs a signature from you, hockey boy. Iguess it’s a good thing I volunteered to come and find you, huh? I can’t imagine the shock you would’ve given that sweet, old lady.”
My face and my chest flush a deep red, skin heating from a strange combination of embarrassment and arousal. I don’t even need to look at Elliot to know that he’s probably turned a similar shade of crimson. James seems to smother a laugh, stroking Scarlett’s dark fur like a villain in a super hero movie.
“Sweet little kitty, your daddies have been very, very naughty boys,” he tsks.
“James, I am so sorry. I don’t…I’d never…this is not….”
“It’s fine, Baker. I’m not here to police your personal life. As long as whoever you’re putting your dick in has given you consent, I don’t care what you do with it. I heard nothing, I saw nothing, you’re good.” He turns on his heel, sliding through the crack in the door before poking his head back in to look at us once more.
