The words played on repeat as Elliot continued to perform his magic. It must be a healing witch thing because Damon had never felt like this before.
“Elliot, I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I’m going to come.”
Elliot didn’t pull off of him. He only hummed and sucked and stroked him harder until Damon exploded. The pleasure barreled into him faster and harder than he could comprehend. He mumbled Elliot’s name over and over as his body shook.
His muscles gave up, and a little shiver ran through him as Elliot swallowed his come and licked him clean.
Damon’s mouth hung open as he watched Elliot sit back on his heels and wipe his mouth on his arm. He smirked at Damon’s wrecked expression.
“Holy shit. That was...” He couldn’t find words.
Elliot snorted, and Damon realized he liked Elliot this way. This cocky, confident guy who could wreck him with his blowjob skills.
“What? Rochelle didn’t deep throat you?” Elliot asked.
Damon laughed. “No. She didn’t play with my balls either. Jesus that was…” He rubbed a hand down his face.
Life changing.
And no, not because he’d never been deep throated before.
Elliot’s cheeks reddened, and Damon realized he liked Elliot this way too. The sensitive, shy guy who got embarrassed by compliments.
Shit.
Maybe Damon just liked Elliot in every way he could get him.
He pulled up his pants and sat, leaning against the bed as that truth washed over him.
They were silent. Not looking at each other. Not making a single move.
“So?” Elliot said. “Ah. We can...we can, you know, forget that happened.”
Damon opened his mouth, but he didn’t even know what he was going to say.
Damon’s mom yelled from the kitchen, “Boys! Dinner is ready.”
They looked at each other for a beat before averting their eyes.
Elliot stood and stuttered, “I’m—I’m, uh, just going to—to clean up in the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
Damon took a deep breath to collect himself and went downstairs.
Chapter Eleven
What. The. Fuck.
Elliot ran his hands under the faucet as if washing them would make them stop glowing. His power churned in his gut, hot and fast, like a disturbed hornet’s nest. His blood was pumping with adrenaline and magic. Every part of his body was extra sensitive. Like he could hear, see, taste better. Like some freaking superhero.
He’d never felt an orgasm like that. Had never felt anything like that in his life. He wanted to run out of the house and find someone to heal. Show up at the hospital and empty out the emergency room in two point eight seconds flat.
He clenched his hands into fists, and the light finally went out, though he was still shaking.
If there was any doubt that Elliot’s magic was somehow tied to Damon, it was gone now.
Don’t take the bait, decrease my heart rate,he recited the spell that practically never worked.
