I whine as his hands palm my breast, and the tender ache between my legs begins to spread.
“You know I’ve never been able to deny you…” he mutters.
He carries me backward, setting me on the edge of the bed as I work the button on his jeans. He frees himself in a single tug, jerking his pants over his hips and dropping them to the floor along with his boxers and his shirt.
He stands between my knees, bare-chested and panting, and my mouth starts to water as I watch his dick swinging between his thighs.
“Iris…” Elliot says, catching the eager look in my eyes. “You’re drooling.”
I nod, helpless and dripping into my own lap.
“You need it?” he asks, fisting himself.
My hunger claws its way up my throat, ushering out a single word in a breathy whisper.
“Yes.”
He grips my chin, clearing away some of my drool.
“Touch it,” he commands.
My eyes widen.
“W-what?”
“I want you to see what you do to me, Iris,” he says, voice low. “I want you to touch it.”
His eyes are dark, desperate, as I look up at him.
What I do to him? What could I possibly have done to him?
I reach out, thumbing the head of his dick, and watch in quiet awe as it stiffens like steel.
“Oh my gods,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around him.
He’s harder than stone, and his piercing is damp, slick with anticipation. I stroke him gently, just once, and I realize as his head lolls back and he groans an unintelligible sound, that Elliot’s been nursing a hunger of his own.
“I want you so bad it hurts,” he says, eyes shut tight as I pump him harder. “All the time. It hurts.”
I knew Elliot wanted me, but I never knew it was this bad. His dick looks like he’s three seconds from coming in my hands, and I’ve barely touched him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, still tending to him.
His eyes open, glaring down at me.
“And harass you like every other man that crosses your path? I’d rather die.”
He wrenches himself free, gesturing for me to scoot back on the bed. I do, inching my way up toward the pillows as he crawls over me.
“When I fucked you, it would be because you wanted it, or not at all. Do you want it, Iris?”
I hold his gaze as I spread my legs wide.
“Come and find out.”
In answer, he pushes past my panties, dipping his fingers into me without warning, and finding me soaked.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “Take your top off. I want to look at you.”
