Page 22 of Trapped By the Cartel

I reached out, trailing my fingertips along his arm, feeling the goosebumps erupt beneath my touch. His skin was so soft, so smooth, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was like velvet under my calloused hands, and I found myself craving more of it.

My hand continued its journey upward, brushing past his elbow, his shoulder, until finally, I cupped his cheek. His hazel eyes fluttered closed, a small moan escaping his lips as I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his.

We stood there for a moment, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync. Then, slowly, I slid my hand down his neck, his collarbone, pausing at the hollow of his throat where his pulse raced wildly.

"I can feel your heartbeat," I murmured, my thumb rubbing circles against his vein. "It's racing, just like mine."

Elliot opened his eyes, locking gazes with me once again. "What does that mean?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It means…" I began, my hand continuing its descent, skimming over his nipple, making him gasp. "…that you're excited. That you want this as much as I do."

To prove my point, I wrapped my hand around his hard length, giving it a slow, firm stroke. He let out a low groan, his head falling back as I worked him with practiced ease.

"And what about… what you promised earlier?" He managed to utter through ragged breaths. "About giving me everything?"

A wicked grin spread across my face as I released my grip on his cock, only to grab both of his wrists in one hand. Before he could protest, I lifted his arms above his head, pinning them to the table behind him again.

"Well, you should remember that this is just the beginning, little omega," I growled, leaning in close enough for our noses to brush. "But first, I think it's time we even the playing field."

With that, I dropped to my knees before him, holding his gaze captive while I ran my tongue along the inside of his thigh. He shivered, his eyes widening in surprise as I moved closer and closer to his center. He didn't think I was going to do this.

"You're going to suck me off?" He gasped, sounding almost scandalized by the suggestion.

"Why not?" I countered, nipping at the tender skin near his groin. "After all, you've done nothing but tease me since the moment we met."

He could argue with that, but decided not to. Instead, he bit his lip, his hips jutting forward slightly as if inviting me to continue.

"So," I began, my hot breath washing over his sensitive flesh. "Let's see how well you taste."

And then, without any further warning, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his thickness, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip. He moaned loudly, his hips bucking as I sucked him deep, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

"Fuck, Damon!" He cried out, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. "That feels amazing!"

I chuckled, vibrating the sound along his length, drawing another gasp from his lips. But I didn't stop. Not when he was writhing so beautifully, not when he was begging for more with each desperate thrust of his hips.

Instead, I doubled my efforts, using my hand to pump him in rhythm with my mouth, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to feel him come undone, to watch as he lost control completely.

"Damon, please!" He pleaded. "I'm going to… I'm going to…"

I released my hold on Elliot's wrists, allowing his arms to drop limply to his sides. He looked at me, his hazel eyes mirroring his confusion and lust, panting heavily from the intense sensations that had just washed over him.

"Are you going to leave me hanging like that?" He asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Like what?"

He rolled his eyes, gesturing towards his rock-hard cock, which was still glistening with my saliva. "This," he said, wrapping his hand around his length. "You can't just start something like that and then stop."

I shrugged, affecting nonchalance. "Maybe I just like tormenting you."

He narrowed his eyes, considering me for a moment before a mischievous glint entered his gaze. "Fine," he declared, releasing his grip on his cock. "If you won't finish what you started, then I'll just have to return the favor."

Before I could react, he sank to his knees before me. I tensed, anticipation surging through me as I waited for his next move.

"You think you can torture me?" He asked, running his tongue across his bottom lip. "Two can play at that game."

He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the sensitive skin just below my navel. I shuddered, my abdominal muscles contracting at the sudden contact. It was such a simple gesture, yet it sent waves of pleasure radiating through me.

"And you want to know something?" He continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he trailed kisses lower and lower, edging closer to my throbbing length. "I love playing games."

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