So I kissed him, leaning forward with one hand on the towel still wrapped around his head. And since he had eaten dairy-free ice cream, I let the kiss go where I wanted it to, my tongue pressing against his lips, then into his mouth when his lips parted.
He growled, both his hands sliding into my hair at the back of my head as he nipped at my lower lip. And then he shifted, letting the towel fall of his head, wet hair brushing over my hand as he leaned into me, pressing me back against the pillows.
I let my hands slide up his back, his skin hot against my palms.
Elliot broke the kiss, pressing his palm against my chest. “Are you sure?” he breathed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“God, yes.” Right at that moment, I could not have cared less about my leg or the healing dissolving stitches.
He let out a small moan, then pulled my shirt off over my head. He began kissing his way down the side of my neck, running his tongue down my sternum, then pushing my good leg wide to give himself room, carefully avoiding bumping my knee or catching his fingers on the hydrocolloid bandages covering my stitches.
His fingers fumbled a little with the fly of my shorts, undoing the button on the second try, the zipper catching as he tried to pull it down.
“Fucking thing,” he hissed at it, drawing a small laugh from me.
A push from my good leg let me work my shorts and underwear off my hips, and Elliot very carefully helped pull both over the knee brace.
“I didn’t know my underwear could stretch that far,” I remarked, surprised he’d managed to get them off over the brace along with my much looser cargo shorts.
“If they hadn’t, I’d have ripped them,” came his response as his rough hands slid over my now bare hips.
“Good thing they did, then,” I breathed, the feel of his hands having stolen my ability to speak normally.
Elliot hummed out a question that I took to meanwhy?as he pushed my good leg wider, one hand running up the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t want to—” I hissed out another breath as he ran a thumb over the hypersensitive skin on the inside of my leg where it met my hip.
Elliot’s lips pressed against the inside of my knee, then up an inch before he hummed out another question.
“To have to buy anything else,” I finished, hissing slightly as he placed another, wetter kiss higher on my thigh. “Already have to pay for too much.”
Another kiss, and another. And then he licked that sensitive skin before blowing gently, the warmth of his breath chilled by the moisture from his mouth.
I let out a small whine, which quickly turned to a strangled gasp as he swallowed me completely, the muscles of his tongue and throat rippling around me. I sank my fingers into his hair, unable to stop myself from wanting to hold him exactly where he was.
The low, growly groan he made in response suggested he didn’t mind. But,God, what that vibration did to me… I shuddered, the sensations from Elliot’s tongue sending electric currents through me. “El?—”
He ran his tongue up my length, then leaned into me, pressing his body against mine. “What?” he asked, moments before kissing me, and I could taste the salt of my precum on his lips.
I whimpered.
He slicked his fingers with lube, then pressed one against me, rubbing, kneading, then pushing past muscle. I groaned, and he moved from my lips to the side of my jaw, kissing as he rocked his hips against my upper thigh, his cock hard and hot against my skin.
He continued fucking me with his fingers, but leaned back on his heels, taking his erection in his other hand and stroking himself as he watched me, eyes bright and face flushed, his breath almost as rapid and harsh as mine.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded, squeezing the head of his cock, a few droplets of clearish liquid beading on the tip.
I obeyed him, gripping my length in one hand as he pressed a second finger inside me.
“That’s it. More. Faster,” he ordered, following his own instructions with the hand on his cock, even as I did as he asked.
Between watching him stroke himself and feeling his fingers inside me, I wasn’t going to last, and I panted, trying to get enough breath to say so.
“Make yourself come,” he begged. “I want to feel you around my fingers.”
I groaned, speeding up the rhythm of my hand until my arm started to ache, the jerkiness of the muscles mirrored my hips as they tried to thrust both upward into my hand and down into Elliot’s fingers.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he rasped.
