Page 135 of Icing on the Cake

“Hey, what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours?” I ask, smoothing the crease between his brows with my thumb.

Elliot stares down at his cooling hot chocolate cradled in his hands and sighs. “I’m…I’m nervous about meeting your family tomorrow. I mean, I know they’re awesome people because they raised you, but I can’t help worrying that they won’t like me. Or that I’ll say or do something to embarrass myself. Or that they’ll take one look at me and wonder what the hell their son is doing with a nerdy librarian. Or?—”

“Whoa, whoa, hey.” I gently take the mug from his hands and set it next to mine before he accidentally sloshes it all over the couch in his anxiety-filled state. “Elliot, babe, listen to me. My family will find you amazing, okay? BecauseIfind you amazing. And they’ll see what I see in you—an incredibly smart, caring, and wonderful person.”

“I…I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Gerard. You’re kind and patient. Even when I’m an anxious mess.”

I cup his face with my hands. “I could say the same about you. I’m the lucky one here. I still can’t believe thatyouwant to be withme.”

Elliot leans in and captures my lips in a tender kiss that quickly turns heated. I slide my hands into his hair and tilt his head to deepen the kiss as his arms wind around my neck. He playfully nips at my bottom lip, then soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue, and I groan into his mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, Elliot shifts until he’s straddling my lap, and the blanket falls to the floor. I grip his hips and pull him flush against me as we continue to explore each other’s mouths.

He rolls his hips, grinding his growing erection against mine, and we both moan at the delicious friction. My toes curl in my socks when he does it again.

“Gerard.” Elliot pants against my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Can I—I want to make you feel good.”

“You already are, babe.” My hands slip under his sweater to caress the warm skin of his lower back. “Seeing you like this? It’s incredible.”

Elliot shivers and presses closer to me. “I know, but I mean with my mouth. Can I suck you, Gerard? Please?”

A jolt of pure molten desire shoots straight to my cock at his request. “God, yes. I want that so badly.”

“You sure?” He stops kissing me long enough to look me in the eye. “If you want to stick with hand jobs, that’s fine with me.”

“I’m more sure than I’ve ever been, Elliot. Suck me.Now.”

Elliot grins, entirely too pleased with himself as he slides off my lap and kneels on the floor between my spread legs. His nimble fingers quickly tug my sweats and boxers down to my ankles, freeing my aching erection.

He wraps one hand around the base of my cock and gives it a few slow pumps. Precome quickly beads at the tip, and Elliot leans in, swiping his tongue over the slit to gather the salty liquid.I let out a strangled moan at the first hot, wet touch of his tongue on me.

It’s funny. I always figured that having someone’s mouth on my cock would be incredible, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of Elliot’s tongue running all over my shaft. It’s pure bliss and sends sparks of pleasure radiating through my entire body.

He takes his time, licking from the base to the tip, and swirls his tongue around the sensitive crown. He’s determined to explore every ridge and vein, focusing intently on the spots that make my breath hitch and my thighs tremble.

My mouth hangs open as Elliot’s pretty pink lips part to take the head of my cock into his hot mouth. His tongue waggles over my slit, lapping up the steady flow of precome.

I groan his name as my fingers itch to bury themselves in his dark curls. “Your mouth…God, it feelsincredible.”

He hums around me, and the vibrations make my balls tighten. I lean back against the couch cushions as he starts to bob shallowly, taking in more of my cock head. He can’t take me further because I’m too big and thick, but that’s okay. His right hand more than makes up for it.

The dual stimulation is exquisite, and I moan louder as my hips twitch with the effort to keep still. I don’t want to choke him. Could you imagine what I’d have to tell the ER? “Yeah, my boyfriend was giving me my first blow job, and I impaled him with my penis.”

Elliot does something with his tongue—a clever swirl-and-press right under the head of my cock—and my eyes roll back. A broken gasp punches out of my lungs, and my cock throbs between Elliot’s stretched lips.

“Oh my God, do that again,” I plead breathlessly, gazing down at him through hooded eyes.

He obliges, repeating the move and hollowing his cheeks to suck hard at the same time. The pleasure is so intense that I see Jesus.

“Elliot, I’m close.” My abdominal muscles flutter, and my balls draw up even tighter to my body. “Gonna come…pull off…”

He doubles his efforts, sucking my cock head harder. His finger tickles the spot below my balls, and that’s all it takes to send me hurdling over the edge into ecstasy.

I clutch the couch cushions in a white-knuckled grip as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever had the joy of experiencing crashes over me in unrelenting waves. My feet lift off the ground, toes curling even more, while my back arches and drives my cock head deeper into the heavenly wet heat of Elliot’s mouth.

Broken, squeaky gasps spill from my lips, the only sounds I can make as I pulse repeatedly, releasing what must be an endless stream of come onto Elliot’s eager tongue. He greedily swallows it all, his satisfied hums prolonging my high.

I’m vaguely aware that I’m shaking like a leaf as Elliot continues to suckle gently at my softening cock, making sure he gets every last drop of pleasure out of me.

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