Page 81 of Third Time Lucky

I touch his face and then skim my fingers over his shoulders. “We’ve covered this already, haven’t we? This was my idea. I’m here. And you already know I want that, too. I liked what you did before. Loved it.”

He licks his lips. “You’re not stuck in the dark and drunk on whiskey this time. I need to… Let me give you something before I take. Try something. Just let me.”

His hands are in my wet curls, pulling me down to his mouth for a kiss that’s hunger mixed with tenderness. Bites and soothing licks. Tongues thrusting and exploring until I’m on the edge of the bed and his grip is the only thing holding me in position.

“I love your mouth,” he rasps, leaving it to explore my neck with his lips while one hand glides over my tuft of chest hair. My nipples. Counts my ribs. “Everywhere. I need to taste you everywhere.”

The sharp sting of his teeth on my nipple arches my back. “Fuck.”

He licks it before lifting his head. “You don’t like that?”

Don’t like it?“I can’t remember. Do it again.”

His chuckle is wicked, his fingers digging into my back as he sucks on my flesh. My neck. The skin of my stomach. Everywhere his mouth goes, every hard pull feels as if he’s sucking my cock.

He’s exploring me. Learning me. Taking so much time, I’m not sure I’m going to survive it. “Why don’t you get your clothes off and give me a turn?”

“Be patient.” His voice is deep, his attention on my towel. “I haven’t been everywhere yet.”

He tugs the fabric until it’s lying open on either side of me, doing nothing to hide me from his up-close inspection.

I love his eyes on me.

I have a lot of issues, but hating my body isn’t one of them. I prefer his, but years of cycling have kept me fit and my dick is—well, let’s just say I can hold my own. And I’m not talking about our close personal relationship. But watching Elliot’s face as he studies my erection is almost as arousing as those fingers he’s exploring with. He likes what he sees. He wants me.

His breath on the head of my cock makes me shiver. There’s something erotic about being naked with this strong, fully-clothed, perfect specimen of manhood at my feet. I feel both powerful and vulnerable. I skim his short, soft hair with my palm. Not to guide him—I just need to touch him.

“Please,” I whisper, urging him on.

“I’ve thought about you sucking my cock, your mouth stretched around me.” The heat of his words on my skin makes me jerk in his hand. “I’ve thought about making you take everything. Pumping deep until I can feel you swallow around me.”

Yes.

“I-is that what you want to do instead?” This might be too much for him to start with. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” He makes a fist around the base of my shaft and I moan in surprise. “That’s what I was getting at. I didn’t know I’d want this just as much. That my mouth would fucking water when I got this close.”

Mother of—“Yes.”

He mouths my flushed head, licking up a drop of my precum. When he moans, the sound shoots up my spine and tightens my balls.

Then I’m in his mouth and it’s—“That’s good. Jesus, that’s so good.”

He’s a quick study. Hand twisting and stroking, mouth sucking on my dick like a pro until my hips are pulsing helplessly, right on the edge of the bed. “Shit, I’m falling.”

He lifts his mouth to look at me, his pupils blown. Then he’s got me by the hips, lifting and tossing me further back on the bed like my weight is nothing. He’s so damn strong.

I push up on my elbows in time to see him tearing at his shirt and stepping out of his shoes before he climbs onto the bed, eyes on my body.

“I need you to be ready for this.”

Every part of me is ready, but I know what he means. I reach over blindly, tossing him the lube and a condom. “Then get me ready.”

He snags a pillow and slips it under my hips, then leans down and bites the skin there hard enough to make me gasp. “I like seeing my mark on you. Did that hurt?”

“I can handle it. You don’t have to go easy on me. It’s one of the perks.” While I reach up to scrape his nipples with my short nails and tug his chest hair, he licks his lips and opens the bottle one-handed.

“Is that so?”

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