When he kept going lower, Damon realized with a start that Elliot wasn’t going to get him off with his hand. Damon lifted up on his elbows so he could watch.
Elliot’s kisses traveled down the length of his cock, his lips sucking and his tongue licking and teasing.
“Elliot,” Damon moaned. “I’m not going to last long here.”
The corner of Elliot’s mouth quirked up. He grabbed the base of Damon’s cock and put it in his mouth, sucking him down.
Damon threw his head back as pleasure licked up his spine, desire pooling in his stomach as every suck of Elliot’s mouth made something inside of him pulsate with need.
When he hit the back of Elliot’s throat, Damon was the one moaning too loud this time. “Oh my God. That’s so good. So fucking good.”
Elliot hummed, and the vibration reverberated throughout Damon’s body.
“You’ve done this before?”
He hummed again.
“With who?”
Elliot didn’t answer. He licked down his hard length until he got to the base and gently sucked on his balls.
Damon’s hips bucked. A growl of frustration and pleasure escaped.
“Who did you do this to, Elliot? Who? Tell me.” His fingernails scraped along Elliot’s scalp, and he twisted some of Elliot’s hair in his grip to tug him up.
Elliot popped off of him. “Really? You want me to talk now or keep going?” He jerked Damon once to show him what he was missing.
“How many times have you done this with someone?” Damon asked, unable to keep the harsh bite out of his voice.
He shrugged. “How many times did Rochelle give you head?”
Damon’s jaw dropped. “We dated for two years. I don’t know. I lost count.”
Elliot shrugged again. “That many times then.” And his mouth went back to work.
But Damon wasn’t satisfied. Something like acid joined the heat in his belly. He yanked on Elliot’s hair again. “So you basically had a boyfriend!”
Elliot sat up. “I’m doing my best work here. You’re distracting me.”
“Tell me who.”
His hand disappeared between Damon’s legs, cupping his balls. Without conscious thought, Damon’s legs spread.
“Benjamin Kidnak,” Elliot said.
“Benjamin was your boyfriend?”
Elliot snorted. “No. I used to suck him off whenever he got bored with whatever cheerleader he was dating that week.”
Damon clenched his jaw. “You’re not with him now.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.
His face softened. “No. I’m not. Right now, I’m with you. Trying to give you a blowjob.”
Elliot rubbed some spot under his balls, and Damon collapsed onto his back, biting his finger to hold back his moan.
I’m with you.
I’m with you.
