Because between Elliot’s hot, lithe body practically rubbing against mine, his lust-filled eyes glazing over the more I held him in place against the wall, and the breathy whimpers that were falling from his supple lips as I toyed with how much pressure I applied to his throat, I was ready to turn him around and fuck him right then and there. It was only the reddened skin of his throat and the slightly darker oval spots just below his jaw that kept my lust in check.
The fucker had held him like this.
But not to bring him pleasure.
Never in a million years would I have guessed that someone like Elliot Wittier was so naturally submissive. I doubted even he knew what his body was craving.
On paper, the man was the epitome of success. Undergrad and graduate degrees from Ivy League schools, loads of cash in the bank, and a list of personal and professional accomplishments a mile long. Despite the anxiety I’d gotten a glimpse of tonight, he carried himself with an air of confidence and authority. Butwhatever masks he wore in public, they were falling by the wayside the longer I spent in his presence.
Andhismask wasn’t the only one that was slipping.
We were as different as night and day, but at this moment, I was more in tune with him then I’d ever been with another living soul.
And that was a serious fucking problem.
Yeah, I’d orchestrated running into him and used our mutual costumes to jump-start a conversation, but somehow, we’d shot right past formalities and were working our way to ending up wrapped around each other in a tangle of hot, sweaty, sexually-sated bodies.
Fuck, I just wanted one taste. I was already leaning in when I managed to catch myself. I forced enough space between our bodies to keep from rubbing my cock against his. I let my mouth settle next to Elliot’s ear and couldn’t help but nip at the soft skin just behind it before whispering, “Who hurt you, Elliot?”
For someone lost in a haze of passion, he recovered quickly because he stiffened at my words. I wasn’t ready for the loss, so I shamelessly pressed my body against his and then licked the shell of his ear. I still had my hand around his throat, so I could feel his pulse hammering just beneath his skin. One of the hands he had at my waist slid up my back and threaded through my hair. He was clearly enjoying my ministrations because he cocked his head to the side in invitation. I gave him what he wanted and gently played with the skin behind his ear, then beneath it, before trailing my lips over his jawline. He let out a breathy moan as I lifted my mouth, but when I didn’t kiss him like he so obviously wanted, he opened his eyes.
“Who hurt you, Elliot?” I asked again.
This time when he tensed up, I was prepared and I tightened my hold on his throat. Not enough to hurt him, but to show him I was in control.
And that for once, he didn’t need to be.
But even though I owned his body in that moment, his mind was still fighting me and he finally shook his head. “No one. I’m fine, really.”
The tremor in his voice said otherwise, but I knew I’d lose him if I pressed him too hard. I had to get back to the original objective.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked suggestively.
I knew what his answer would be, but I’d planted the question for a reason. I wasn’t exactly proud of what I was doing, but I wasn’t exactly lying about it, either.
I really did want to get out of there with him.
“I… I can’t. I have to mingle. I have this speech…”
“After,” I suggested as I began rubbing my thumb over his pulse, which had slowed only slightly.
“I shouldn’t,” he murmured half-heartedly.
I knew it would be easy to convince him with something as simple as a kiss.
But nothing about kissing Elliot would be simple.
I knew it in my bones.
And I knew the first time that I kissed him, it wouldn’t be like this… here. It wouldn’t be about rushing through the inherent perfection of tasting him just to get him to agree to something. It would happen when there was no risk of losing him to his obligations and when I wouldn’t have to be aware of our surroundings.
I would only have to be aware of him and what he needed from me.
And what he could and would give me in return.
“After,” I repeated, my voice firm.
Elliot finally managed a nod and I once again put some space between us. I heard a woman’s voice come over the PA system, but I doubted Elliot even noticed because his fingers were playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. It felt so good that I was once again tempted to just drag him out of there, fundraiser be damned.
