And since I can’t seem to keep my body under control long enough to keep a secret, I lean in close to whisper in Elliot’s ear.
“I’m wearing a plug, and I think it’s too big. Every time I move, I feel like I’m going to bust.”
Elliot rears back, his eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide. His lips part, his breath coming in short, stuttering pants.
“El, if you keep looking at me like that, I am most definitely going to bust,” I whisper conspiratorially, my eyes tracking the bob of his throat as he swallows. He’s covered in a layer of stubble, and I wantso badly to get him back to our room so I can rub my smooth cheek against his rough one.
“Does this mean…” Elliot trails off, and I nod, knowing exactly what his question is going to be. We’ve talked about it a lot, but I’m finally ready to take the next step.
“It means,” I say, leaning in close and dropping my voice to a barely audible decibel. “That I’m ready for you to fuck me, honey.”
Smooth as butter, Elliot pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and slams it down on the table top. Then I’m being taken by the hand and pulled through the restaurant and out into the sunshine. Since the playoff game back in January when Elliot scored the game-winning field goal, we haven’t been shy about our relationship in the eyes of the public, even though the attention and scrutiny can be overwhelming at times. But the social media hubbub of a professional hockey player being in love with a professional football player has finally died down a bit.
I have a feeling it’s going to pick right back up the moment the cell phone camera photos of Elliot and I lip-locked the entire short walk back to the hotel and up the elevator hit the internet. I can’t find it in myself to care, though. Not when Elliot is kicking open the door to our room and slamming me againstthe back of it. One of his hands grips my hip while the other cups the back of my head, keeping me from knocking it against the door from the force of his frantic kisses. It’s sexy and tender, and I swear to all the gods, I fall a little bit more in love with him.
“El, please,” I whimper against his lips, canting my hips to grind my erection against his. His lips are hot and wet against mine, his tongue and teeth plundering my mouth like my body is something he’s desperate to conquer. And fuck if I’m not desperate to be conquered.
“Please what, baby? Huh? You want me to touch you? Stroke you? Want me to put you on all fours and fuck you? Tell me.”
“All of it. Everything. Give me everything, El, please.”
“Should I put on some Hannah Montana first to pump you up?”
I squeeze his sides while he laughs, then shiver as Elliot nips at my lips, his teeth dragging down my jar and over my throat, where he bites me just hard enough that I see stars. I’m a live wire, strung tight and ready to burst when he hooks his fingers into my belt loops and yanks me from the door.
“Clothes off. Get on the bed, face down, ass up. I want to see how ready and needy that hole is for me.”
I’m a flurry of limbs as I frantically make my way to the bed, flinging clothes and shoes and even Franny across the room as I go. Every inch of my bare skin feels tight as a drum, that delicious tension keeping me right on the edge of losing my mind while I arrange myself on all fours as Elliot demanded. I hear his heavy footfalls, feel his commanding presence as he saddles up behind me. Two hands glide up the back of my thighs and I hiss, my cock twitching where it hangs hard and heavy between my legs. I glance over my shoulder to find my boyfriend shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and his erection tenting his briefs through the V of his zipper. The knot in my stomach twists even tighter knowing that Elliot, in all his walking sex god glory, is all mine.
“Such a sensitive little puppy, aren’t you?” Elliot croons, his lips brushing against one ass cheek and then the other. He grips each one, massaging them together before pulling them apart to reveal my filled hole.
“Ah, fuck, baby. You’re adorable. This is so you,” he laughs, applying light pressure to the glittering, heart shaped plug peeking out at him and jiggling it just enough to make me see stars.
“Actually,” I manage to say between pathetic pants, “It’s so you. Red and gold for my El.” I couldhardly believe my luck when I found the perfect gold plug with the ruby gem. It cost a pretty penny, but I’ve always been the kind of person that takes their accessories seriously. Elliot groans, his teeth coming down and digging into the fleshy part of my ass cheek before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
“Fuck, baby. Plugging your tight little hole with my team colors might be even hotter than blowing me in my jersey. How are you even real?”
I don’t get a chance to answer before Elliot is manipulating the plug, slowly working it past the rings of muscle until it releases, leaving me breathless and feeling painfully empty. He tongues my rim, lighting up all the impossibly sensitive nerve endings even more. I can feel the precum dripping from my slit onto the mattress, and I desperately want to take myself in hand. It hurts, not relieving the ache, but I know that if I’m patient, Elliot will make the payoff worth it. He always does.
“How do you want it, baby boy? Hmm? Want me to take you just like this? Fuck you hard on your hands and knees like a slut made just for me? Or maybe you want to climb on top and ride me? Show me how well you can bounce on my cock, since we both know you were born to take it?”
“El,” I whine, gasping when he thumbs my holewhile tugging lightly on my balls. “You pick. Please. I just want–”
“You want me in charge. You want me to take care of you. I know, baby. I will. Lie down on your back for me, baby. I want to see your face and kiss your lips while I work my cock inside of you.”
I scramble to lay back, shuffling until my head is on the pillows and my legs are spread wide enough to accommodate Elliot’s body between them. He makes quick work of the rest of his clothes and then crawls over me, snagging the bottle of lube from the night stand and flicking it open with his thumb. Kneeling between my thighs, Elliot keeps his eyes locked on my face as he lubes up his cock, working himself in slow, steady strokes. He’s watching me watch him, getting off on the knowledge that I’m enamored by him, desperate for him. Every stroke is purposeful. Every twist of his fist around his engorged head is meant to drive me wild, and it’s working. I’m practically crawling out of my skin, gripping the sheets beneath me, my cock dripping precum all over my abs.
“Elliot,” I whisper, and he shudders. He breaches my hole with two lubed up fingers and groans.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you baby?”
It’s all I can do to nod. I’ve been ready forever, burning up from the inside out, unable to doanything but pray to Elliot, begging him to douse the flames. He rubs the head of his cock over my hole, and my hips buck.
“Gonna push in now, baby. Stroke yourself for me, and don’t forget to breathe.”
He notches himself at my entrance, and on my exhale, pushes forward. I bite down on my bottom lip, feeling the intrusion from my toes to the tip of my head. It’s sharp and strange and I can’t figure out how I feel. Elliot is long and thick, bigger than any toy we’ve played with, but whether it’s the prep I did or the knowledge that he would never intentionally hurt me, I find myself already relaxing, allowing him to slip in another inch.
“Baby, stroke your cock, remember? Want you to stay hard, want you to feel good.” His hands are digging into my hips, likely leaving bruises that I’ll wear proudly like hard-fought battle scars. I slide my fist up and down, slowly fucking myself and letting that familiar pleasure run through my veins like warm honey, sticky and sweet, while Elliot continues to work himself inside. After a moment, something inside me gives, and then he’s all the way inside me, buried deep, our balls brushing against each other. He’s shaking as he leans down and kisses me deep, murmuring sweet nothings against my lips.
