I laugh. “I can appreciate the effort while thinking the work is hot, Elliot. Now, the pants,” I point at the offending piece of clothing.
He doesn’t follow my order. Well, it was more of a suggestion anyway. People don’t ignore my orders, and he won’t either, at least in the bedroom.
Instead, he walks slowly towards me and sinks to his knees right in front of me. Before I can show my shock, his hands rest on my thighs, moving up, up, and up. He leans forward and nuzzles around my dick. All the blood from my body flows down so quickly, I’m surprised I’m still standing. But my dick is definitely standing in anticipation.
The sight of Elliot, eyes closed, face rubbing against the black fabric, makes me feel heavy with desire and power. “Pull it out,” I say, my voice low.
This time, he follows, his hands coming around to my sides, pulling my boxer briefs down until my cock is pointed at his face.
Elliot moans quietly, but I hear it. That’s all I hear before he’s taking me in his hand. He licks around the head, making me groan. He swirls his tongue around, lighting every nerve on fire at his wake. His other hand moves down to my balls. He plays with them while slowly swallowing me in.
The sensation of wet heat engulfing me makes me clutch his hair. He pulls back when it’s halfway in, his tongue licking my cock on the way. He dipshis tongue into the slit after he drags my cock out.
My body jerks at the sensation, but then he’s swallowing me down again, this time deeper. Tighter.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I growl.
He makes a work of licking and deep throating me, showing off. He looks up at me, lips red and stretched wide, eyes glassy. He pulls me in, then out, until he swallows my entire length.
“Jesus, Elliot. So good.”
Fuck, no one has ever been able to do that to me.
His movements become rhythmic, measured. His hands move to my ass, encouraging me to thrust. I test out a small one. He moans.
So, I thrust again. Harder. I set a slow rhythm fucking into his mouth. When the sight of his face, so open, so hot, and the feeling of pushing into tight heat becomes too much, I increase the pace. His hand travels up, fingers scraping lightly over my skin.
“You take me so well.Fuck, Elliot,” I groan. I push into him again and again until I feel a tingle going up my spine. “Gonna come,” I warn, trying to pull away.
Elliot doesn’t let me, taking me back in. I come inside his throat. Only a little bit makes it to his mouth.
He rests his head on my thigh while I try to get my breath and soul back. “Setting that standard might be the cruelest thing you’ve done to me,” I complain with a shivering breath.
He laughs, teeth on display.Fuck, he’s beautiful.
“Lie down,” I jerk my head towards the bed. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to,” he offers.
“Fuck off.” I pull him up and unbutton his pants. “Take them off and lie down on the bed, Elliot.”
This time he does. I look at him, all tight soft skin and dark hair against the grey sheet. He’s leaning against the wall, his eyes look bigger, and his lips bruised. I want to lick every inch of his body.
Later. Right now, the man looks a minute from blowing up,then falling asleep for a week. I crawl up to his face and sneak in a peck on his lips, which inevitably heats up.
I lean back. I’m on a mission here.
I kiss and lick down his body, tasting the skin and heat. I pull down his boxer briefs.
His dick springs up, head purple with anger. I don’t let the size intimidate me. I swallow, then hold the base with my hand, soft, velvety skin against my rough ones. It makes me realize, I should have gotten some lube.
Too late, we’re doing this. I lick the head. The salty, bitter taste of his precum coats my tongue.
Fuck, I love this. I lick down his dick, letting my saliva pool around.
“That’s right,” Elliot groans, his voice tight and restrained.
I look up at his scrunched face, taking his cock inside my mouth. I take as much as I can, using my hand to cover the rest.
