I think.
Elliot eyes my mouth again, and then he’s wrapping his legs around mine and rolling until he’s on top of me.
“No more talking about that,” he says sternly, leaning up slightly. And then reaches down between us and grabs onto my cock.
“Hands on the headboard.”
“Come on, Eli,” I say. “I wanna touch you some more. It wasn’t enough.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth like he’s really contemplating it, and then shakes his head. “Headboard now, or this isn’t happening.”
“Fuck, you’re a monster,” I grumble, placing my hands over my head, but my complaints disappear as he works me over the edge all over again.
Shit, he’s good with his hands. He should have been a surgeon.
* * *
“You will not go back to sleep,” Elliot says, and I pry my heavy eyelids open. Damn him for being so fucking hot. I’ll end up in a coma if we keep at it. I keep passing out every time we fuck around and it’s becoming a problem.
“Nah. Just resting my eyes.”
“If yourest your eyes, you will go to sleep. I need to go to work,” Elliot says as he moves into the bathroom. “You should leave.”
“Nah. Think I’ll stay right here. Can’t get rid of me so easily now. I’m sticking like Gorilla Glue.”
“I don’t know what that is.”
I peer over at him. “Oh, Eli. I’m going to teach you so much. Let me see, how do I put it in terms you’ll understand?”
He eyes my chest as I smear my come into my abs.
“I’ve grown on you like a cyst. A benign cyst filled with joy and excitement and sexy times.”
“That’s a revolting analogy. And you need to clean yourself up.”
“Later,” I say, and Elliot looks conflicted for just a minute because I know he doesn’t want to go to work when I’m right here. But he’ll never admit it. Instead, he just turns and disappears behind the bathroom door. I hear the lock engage, and I think, for just a second, about using those lock picking skills Sem taught me. But then I discard it.
Elliot will come around eventually. One day he’ll let me touch him while we fuck.
I’ll give him time. I can be patient.
When he emerges twenty minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist, I can’t help but take him in. This is a sneak peek he’s never allowed me before, and I’m already feeling my heart rate increase.
“Eli, shit. If I were you, I’d walk around naked all day.”
His cheeks pinken slightly, and I push myself up and move toward him, reaching out and tracing a finger down his bicep. He’s lean and not as built as me, but he’s still got definition. His chest is broad and firm and I can see just the faintest line of a scar running under each pec. I move my finger to his flat stomach and slide it lower. Goosebumps erupt across his skin. I love that his body tells me how I affect him, even when he’ll never admit it. I’m so hard again already.
He tracks my movement, his lips parted and his dark eyes dilated, and then before my finger can touch the towel, he backs away out of reach.
Damn, I want to unwrap him, just peel that towel away and drop to my motherfucking knees. I wonder what he likes. I’ve done a little research, and let me tell you, I will not be disappointed with whatever is underneath that towel. I am one hundred percent into all of it.
“How about I bring you lunch today?” I say and lean against the door frame.
Elliot eyes me––my face, come-covered chest, and cock, and then moves into the closet.
“Fine. If you insist.”
“I so fucking do.”