His response was instantaneous and when I pushed deep into his mouth, he didn’t protest. “Play with me, but don’t make me come.”
I’d barely finished the statement before Elliot went to town on my dick. His mouth was heaven and I cursed the fact that I was too close to enjoy it for more than a couple of minutes. I withdrew my dick from his mouth and then hauled him to his feet. I kissed him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. “Do you have condoms and lube in your room?”
“Yes,” he said, his breath coming in heavy pants.
“Good.” I reached down to grab the backs of his thighs. When I lifted him, he automatically wrapped his legs and arms around me. Then his mouth was on mine. Luckily his bedroom was easy to find because he wouldn’t stop kissing me long enough to maneuver down the hallway. We both ended up laughing a few times when I bumped into the walls or hit my elbow on a sharp corner, but the levity was a good thing. Elliot was so relaxed that it was like he was a different person than the one who’d stood before me and had admitted to being called out as a freak for having needs that might not have necessarily been considered the norm.
Once inside Elliot’s room, I lowered him to his back on the bed and followed him down. I made out with him for several long minutes and then played with his body for a while. I used my mouth and hands to drive him wild, but I bypassed his dick until he was literally begging me.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked when he called my name for the third time.
“I wanna fuck your mouth.”
I smiled at the demand. If Elliot could only see himself now. He’d made this assumption that this night would be about me controlling him and determining everything we did, but here he was, so lost in what he was feeling that he was making his own demands. I doubted he was even aware of it. I gave him what he wanted and sucked him to the back of my throat, but from the way his cock was pulsing, I knew he’d blow if I wasn’t careful. I teased him with light sucks and licks and ignored both his pleas for more and the way he was trying to force my mouth down on his length.
I rose to my feet and said, “Condoms, lube.”
“There,” he said, his voice sounding ragged. He pointed to his nightstand drawer. As I worked a condom down my shaft, I admired Elliot’s body as he lay splayed out for me on the bed like the most decadent of dishes. There was absolutely no shame in his expression as I watched him.
“Turn over,” I said as I reached for the lube. He was so focused on my dick that it took him a moment to follow the order. “On allfours,” I said as I stepped into position behind him. He did what I said.
“Spread your legs wider. Show me that pretty hole. Let’s see how badly it wants my cock.”
Elliot moaned, but complied. I was putting him in the most vulnerable of positions, but he did it without hesitation. His backside was gorgeous and my mouth watered at the sight of his fluttering entrance. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and running the flat of my tongue over it. Elliot let out a hoarse shout and bucked away from me, but I was ready for the move and I grabbed his hips.
“Cruz, what are you—”
His words died off into a strangled groan when I licked him again. He fought me for another second or two, undoubtedly because he’d never had this done to him before, then he was pressing back on my mouth. His hand began frantically stroking his dick. I reached between his legs to knock his hand away and lifted my mouth from his hole long enough to say, “Whose cock is this?” I gave his dick a hard tug and he cried out.
“Whose?”
“Yours!”
Satisfied that he wouldn’t touch himself again, I went to town on his ass. My plan had been to prep him with my fingers, but I knew we were both way too close for that. I had to hope his hole was loose enough from the attention I’d given it, because I was done waiting.
“Drop your shoulders to the bed, but keep your ass here,” I said as I gently slapped Elliot’s writhing ass. He groaned and did as I said. I got into position between his legs so that I was standing on the floor while he was kneeling on the bed. I placed my cock at his opening and began pushing and was pleased when Elliot bore down on me. I took my time working myself inside of him, determining my forward progress based on his body’s responses. He was moaning and crying out, but none of the noises he made had anything to do with pain or fear. By the time I bottomed out, we were both sweating and shaking. My own control was frayed beyondbelief, but I knew I needed to hang onto it a little longer. Elliot still needed that last little bit from me – that thing that would truly set him free and show him just how right all of this really was.
I began fucking him with slow, easy glides to let him adjust, but when his inner muscles began clamping down on me, I knew he was ready. I reached down to grab both his arms and pinned them behind his back. I used one of my hands to hold them in place, leaving him completely at my mercy. But it wasn’t enough.
I leaned over his back and sought out his mouth. “Gonna give you what you need, baby. Gonna show you how beautiful you are like this, how perfect.”
He kissed me back. I could see he was really close to that place in his mind where nothing else existed but the need to come.
“Yes,” Elliot whispered, his voice heavy with unshed tears. It was proof of how emotional this experience was for him.
I settled my free hand on the back of his neck. The position meant Elliot was supporting a good amount of my weight as I thrust into him and he was truly helpless. Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have moved on his own. He was completely at my mercy.
I rocked into him gently a few times to let him get used to the position, then picked up the pace. His body was so tight around my dick that I was sure I’d blow before he did. I began hammering into him as I added more pressure to his neck. I also didn’t let up on his hands at all and I could feel them flexing between our bodies.
“Is this what you want, my boy?” I asked as I began pounding Elliot hard and fast. The hold I had on him rendered him completely immobile. He couldn’t even move his head.
“Yes!” he cried out. There was no mistaking the tears now because he was practically sobbing as I rutted into him. “Please, Cruz, harder!” he begged. His desperation drove me to new heights and my control snapped. I slammed into him harder than I probably should have, but his keening cries of pleasure just drove me on. Pure pleasure radiated through my body as the pressure in my balls began to build and build.
“So fucking close,” I ground out. I knew I had just seconds left, so I released Elliot’s hands and then slid my hand around to thefront of his throat. I gripped him hard and pulled him to an upright position so that he was on his knees in front of me. His hands came up to grab the arm I was using to hold onto his throat, but he didn’t try to free himself.
No, he was clinging to me.
“Jesus,” I whispered. I reached my free hand around Elliot’s front and closed it over his weeping dick. I began stroking him hard and fast to match my thrusts into his body.
