“Don’t give him more, he’ll get used to a ten-course meal and refuse to eat his boring food again,” Nicholas says lightheartedly.
I snort. “I mean, if you can’t provide that, maybe heshouldmove in here,” I smile at him.
“Is that a sneaky way of asking me to move in?” he asks with a smirk.
I roll my eyes and get up to grab another carton that Nicholas can take back with him tomorrow.
“You wish.”
The smirk widens. “Elliot, you'll need to do it more grandly than giving my dog a lot of food. I might say yes, if you ask nicely,” he continues.
Ortoday. He can take it today and leave right now. I narrow my eyes at him.
He laughs. Then drags me to the bedroom.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” I ask when he pushes me gently until I’m lying back.
“Shh,” he shushes me.
Before I can get outraged, he crawls over my body, leaning over me on his hands and knees and physically silences me. His mouth is soft on my lips, a few lingering caresses. Then he pulls back. I chase him with desperation.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he says. My brain is still scrambling with the sensation of his lips against mine. He pulls up my T-shirt and slowly drops a kiss on my jaw. He keeps his body up, so far away from me.
He kisses me until all I can focus on is the contact between his heated lips and my skin. He moves down slowly, sucking on my skin. My neck, then my collarbone.
My hands comb through his hair, another around his shoulder, pulling him in and or trying and failing epically.
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I jolt up with the sudden sensation. He rolls his tongue over it, sucking on it some more. Then, he moves his head up and blows on it. My body shivers.
He kisses down my body, my muscles jerking against the slow torture. My body liquifies under his attention.
Done with his ministrations, I pull his hair until he looks me in the eyes. “Fuck me already,” I demand, my voice so breathy and desperate I don’t recognize myself.
“Patience, baby. Tonight, we’re taking it slow,” he says, sounding just as breathless. I process his words as he moves his lips down slowly to my abdomen, sucking on my stomach. Dropping kisses on my hip bones and tracing his tongue along the ridges of my abs. My body feels wound tightly and relaxed at the same time.
He unzips my pants and slides them down, out of the way, without my help. He completely ignores my fully hard cock and moves down.It’s right there.
He kisses the undersides of my thighs.“C’mon, this is torture,” I say with a shaky voice.
I feel his sadistic smile against my ankle. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, the bastard.
When he moves down to my feet, I breathe a sigh of relief. My mind is so confused, with emotions overflowing and sensations vibrating over every inch of my skin. I fuckinghatethis. Ineverwant him to stop.
He takes my toe in his warm mouth, looking at me under his lashes. So beautiful. It feels like a challenge, and he’sclearly winning. I close my eyes and groan.
He kisses my toes slowly, moves up my legs again, kissing every inch of my lax body that he comes across. Then,finally,he takes my dick in his mouth. But he doesn't change his slow agonizing pace, pulling up every time I feel a tingle in my spine and then swallowing me again.
I really should have stopped while I was ahead. Now, I’ve created amonster.
He moves his finger slowly down my perineum, pulling up my balls out of the way, and pushes a finger into me with ease. He works his finger with precision, I don’t know how he has, considering he’s only done this thrice. He gently puts pressure against my prostate.
I jerk up on the bed.
He magically produces lube from somewhere, and then slick fingers are prodding me open. My mind is blank, I'm completely lost in the sensation of having my soul sucked out of my dick.
Once he deems me good and ready to take his cock, he wraps his thick cock with a condom, and I start to turn to get on my knees. He pushes me back down, his hands on my chest.
“That’ll put pressure on your shoulder. Just stay okay?”
