CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ELLIOT
In the hallway, making out and stumbling our way toward the bedroom, Hank’s hands are all over me. The condo smells like him and plants and clean, fresh air, and every little detail I notice thrills me, from the names of the books on the shelves to the soft music on the stereo.
But now that he’s finally touching me again, I can barely think of anything but this.
His hands. And our bodies.
“Fuck, I like kissing you,” I say as Hank holds my face, his fingers in my beard. “This is my first time kissing you inside a building. Isn’t that funny?”
He walks me back to the bed. “Even better,” he says and gives me a gentle push. When I fall back on the mattress, he smiles. “Clean sheets.”
I cross my feet at the ankle and rub them into the covers as I look up to him. “Pure luxury.”
Hank joins me on the bed, and we kiss again. I lose myself in it, making out and rubbing close, dragging each moment out to make the pleasure last. It’s been such a whirlwind, but now that we’re back together, everything feels possible again.
We’re good together. And he cooked a gorgeous dinner for me. His intentional care moves me, and I kiss him harder, feeling affirmed and confident.
I pull Hank’s suspenders off his shoulders, and he removes my shirt. We keep undressing and kissing, murmuring sexy compliments. Once I’m otherwise naked, I leave my socks on and roll on top. He surprises me by reaching down and grabbing my foot with a firm grip.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
Hank growls, and his thick dick pulses, trapped between our bodies. “You know I do,” he says as he releases me, dragging his hand back up my body.
I tease his toes with my toes. “The fabric is so soft. It feels nice.”
Hank’s hand gropes down the side of my thigh. I can see in his eyes how turned on he is, and I roll us to the side, letting him get a good look at me.
“You’re so hot, I don’t know what to do with you.”
I press my body to his, letting our hard erections bump and grind as we kiss. “You don’t have to do anything,” I tell him, “except let me suck your big cock.”
Hank groans as I make my way down his torso, kissing his hairy chest and his belly, appreciating how clean and fresh he smells. When I’m at his cock, I take him in my hand and roll my tongue across his crown. My legs are back behind me, so I kick my feet up, dangling them above my ass so he can get a good look while he watches me suck him off.
Hank paws at my head, moaning his appreciation. “Elliot. Oh, oh.”
I pull my tongue up the underside of his shaft. “Special treat. For Branzino.”
I suck him and play with his heavy balls. In the comfort of his clean bed, Hank and I luxuriate. When he starts shaking withpleasure, I make my way to his ass. Back to his hygiene routine, he gives himself to me with even more enthusiasm than on the island. Hank spreads his cheeks and opens his hole, and I lick him and play with him and drive him wild.
Finally, he wrestles me back into his arms. Hank holds me to his big body, clutching me tight as we jerk each other off and play with our feet. It sends a full-body zing through me, a sensation that steals my breath and leaves me quivering, spasming on the edge of climax.
When we orgasm, Hank grabs my ankle, holding me close to his body while I spray.
I lie against his chest, sweaty and catching my breath.
“Damn,” Hank says as he sits up. “I forgot how fantastic it is to have sex when I’m not in misery.”
I laugh. “And we can even clean up properly now. I know you’re going to love that.”
“I am.” Hank takes my hand. “Shower?”
In his tile shower, the scent of coconut body wash in the air, Hank and I wash each other off. He takes the faucet down and sprays me, gently cleaning me everywhere, and I do the same to him. It’s erotic and slow, quiet and nice, and I have another orgasm when he strokes me off at the end.
Wrapped up in white robes, Hank leans back against the sink. “You’re welcome to sleep over,” he tells me.
I step through the steam to kiss him again. “Thank you. I will.”
