Page 82 of Third Time Lucky

I let my knuckles drag along his ridiculous abs. “I like that you can toss me around. Put me where you want me. Mark me. Every time I think about letting you, it makes me hard.”

His kiss is his response, and I’m drowning in the taste of him, his stubble scratching my chin. When his wet finger slides between the cheeks of my ass, I spread my legs, moaning into his mouth when he starts massaging the tight ring.

My whole world narrows to those small, firm circles. The pressure increasing until he finds his way inside. The relief of that feeling of fullness.

I lift my lips and suck in a few shallow breaths. “You can do deeper. There’s a spot…”

“This spot?” Elliot’s blunt fingertip scrapes my prostate and my body spasms beneath him.

“Fuck. How did you know?”

He bites my chin and adds a second finger to the first, watching my face as he stretches me. “I know I’m out of the loop about some things, but I know my own body pretty damn well, Joey. And if all else fails, I know how to do an internet search to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Oh okay, hell, you have to clear out your history now, but thank God and Google.”

I feel his laughter against my neck, and then he’s lifting his head to look into my eyes. After a moment, amusement is surpassed by need again. His breath is on my lips, his gaze locked on mine as we both focus on his fingers inside of me.

The intimacy almost shatters me. He’s seeing me. Seeing things I’ve never shown to anyone else. Showing me more than I know what to do with.

“I’m in you, Joey.” He sounds like he almost can’t believe it. “You’re hot and tight in here. I knew you would be. You don’t know how much willpower it took for me to leave this ass alone the other night.”

I lift my hips off the bed in time with his shallow thrusts and take his fingers deeper. “You don’t have to leave it alone now. I don’t want you to. Take off your pants, you tease. Give me a swing with that bat.”

He grins and growls simultaneously at my bad reference, and I reach for his zipper.

“No.”

I freeze, looking up at him. “No?”

“Hands above your head.”

At my questioning look, his eyes narrow. “I won’t be able to control myself if you touch me before I get inside you. Can you handle that?”

He needs control. Needs this. My hands clench into thwarted fists but I place them over my head, crossing them at the wrists as if he has me bound. From his expression, he appreciates the imagery.

“I’m starting to think that team bus book club put ideas in your head.”

He looks into my eyes. “Not the book. This is all you.”

It’s hard for me to believe, yet I know he’s telling the truth. I do this to him. He wants me this much. “I won’t touch you, as long as you don’t make me wait anymore.”

He carefully removes his fingers from my ass and picks up the condom before unbuttoning his jeans. God, he’s beautiful. Flushed cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Jaw tight, muscles flexing and contracting as he tears open the foil and rolls the condom down his thick shaft.

It really is a beast of a cock.

But instead of anxiety, I feel empty. Eager. I need him inside as far as he can go. Part of me wants to roll over onto my hands and knees so he can get deeper, but I can’t miss this show. I don’t want to miss a single expression on his face. Not this first time.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders and leans forward, hovering over me. I feel completely open. Vulnerable. Ready. “Please.”

Elliot looks down at me, making a predatory sound that has my cock dripping. He tips the bottle of lube over his shaft and again between my cheeks before setting it aside. Then I feel him pushing against me. Working himself inside.

Big.I breathe out, forcing myself to relax so I can take more, but it’s a struggle. Seconds race by and we’re already trembling with the effort. I know he’s trying not to hurt me, but it’s too slow. Too much. I need more.

“I can take it. Fuck me. I need—God!”

As if he was waiting for that signal, Elliot thrusts deep, so hard our flesh slaps as we fuse together. His shout merges with mine, and then he turns his head to nuzzle my leg. Breathless. “You okay? I can stop.”

“Stop asking me that, and no you can’t,” I huff, trying to focus after my eyes rolled back in my head. “Kiss me.”

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