I shook my head, lower lip caught between my teeth.
He licked it again, then pulled away. “I’ll be back,” he murmured against my skin, then went over to his bag, riflingthrough it until he came back with a small bottle of lube and a condom.
I swallowed, watching him, trying to keep the invasive thoughts that threatened to take over my mind at bay. All I wanted to think about was Elliot. The feel of his hands and mouth, the taste of his skin, the brush of his breath?—
I sucked in one of my own as he returned his attention to my nipple, flicking his tongue over it, then breathing softly so that the contrasting chill raised goosebumps along my skin. He rubbed one finger slowly against the base of my balls, massaging, teasing.
He moved, shifting down on the bed, pushing my legs wider with his shoulders. And then his mouth closed over me, hot and wet, sucking, pulling, as his finger gently teased around the ring of sensitive muscle. I gasped, feeling my body driving itself towards the inevitable, yet not wanting it to be over too soon.
Elliot showed me no mercy, swirling his tongue, running his teeth ever so gently along my length, then pulling me fully back inside his mouth.
I made a half-strangled sound, unable to tell him how close I was, how desperately I wanted him inside me. How much Ineededto feel him fill me.
But he was relentless, suckling my aching cock until my balls drew up tight, then giving a long, low growl.
I let out a sharp cry as he plunged a finger deep into me, the smoothness of the motion telling me he’d managed to use lube even though I hadn’t heard the bottle open. “El—” I gasped.
Another growl mingled with a low moan, and he began fucking me with his finger, driving in and out, deliberately pushing his fingertip against my prostate so that I practically saw stars in my desperation not to fall over the edge too soon.
And then I lost control, crying out as I came down his throat, his satisfied growl sending shudders through me as my body pulsed out its pleasure.
But he wasn’t done with me.
As I lay there, panting, Elliot’s soft kisses crossing my belly, he continued the motion of his hand, slow and sensual.
I whimpered.
“Let me,” he whispered. “Let me help you forget.”
By the time he snarled out his own release, buried deep inside me as I came a second time, I could barely remember my own name, much less anything else that was happening in the world.
But when he wrapped me in his arms, I buried my face in his strong shoulder and burst into tears. He held me, gently stroking my hair again, his lips resting against my forehead, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to the heated skin.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, his tone worried.
I shook my head.
“I need to hear it, baby.”
“N-no.” I swallowed.
The kiss was longer this time. “You know I love you,” he whispered.
“Y-yeah.” I sniffled, an ugly, wet sound. “I love you,” I managed back. “So m-much.”
Elliot stroked my hair, nuzzling against me. “We’ll get through this,” he said softly. “You, me, Noah, and Lulu. Okay?”
“’Kay.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I really,reallywanted to.
6
Seth Mays
Can you get me some aspirin? The Bayer kind?
Elliot Crane
