Page 160 of Icing on the Cake

I can’t believe this is happening. Elliot is offering to watch me beat my meat. It’s like every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life.

I gulp audibly, my Adam’s apple bobbing in my throat. “Uh, yeah, okay. If you’re sure that you want to see that.”

Elliot smiles, slow and wicked, and it sends a bolt of pure lust straight to my dick. “Oh, I’m sure,” he purrs, settling back against the headboard. “Go ahead, Gerard. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

Screw me sideways. I think I might die of horniness.With trembling hands, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and lift my hips, shimmying them down my thighs. My cock springs free, slapping against my abs with a meaty thump.

Elliot’s eyes widen as he takes it all in. I know I’m big, but he’s staring at my weeping dick as if it’s a foot long. “I love how huge you are, Gerard.”

I preen at the compliment. “Yeah, well, makes sense since I have big feet, right?”

Elliot doesn’t laugh. He’s too busy staring at my dick like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. I wrap my hand around the base, my fingers barely meeting. A fat drop of precome appears at the tip, glistening in the light.

“Fuck,” Elliot whispers, watching as it dribbles down my shaft and over my fingers. “You know what, screw it. I’m sucking you off.”

He bends down and takes me in his mouth. I throw my head back with a hoarse cry, my hands scrabbling at the sheets from the sudden shock to my system.

I stare down at him in awe. Elliot’s pretty pink lips arestretched, drool already gathering at the corners of his mouth as he tries to take more of me in.

My feet, settled on the hardwood floor, slip and slide as he bobs his head, his tongue fluttering along the underside of my shaft. It’s sloppy and inelegant but so, so hot.

Saliva dribbles down his chin, and my balls draw up tight, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

“God, your mouth,” I groan, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Feels so good, Elliot. Don’t stop.”

He hums around me, and the vibrations nearly send me through the roof. My feet come off the floor, abs clenching hard as I fight the urge to thrust into his throat. I’m already so close, my cock throbbing between his hollowed cheeks.

Through the haze of pleasure, some distant part of my brain registers that the bedroom door is still wide open. Anyone could walk by and see us. But I can’t find it in me to care, not when Elliot is taking me apart so thoroughly with that magical mouth of his.

He pulls off with a lewd pop, gasping for air. His lips are shiny and swollen, and his glasses sit askew on his nose. He looks downright raunchy.

“You close?” Elliot rasps, his voice wrecked. All I can do is nod frantically, my balls drawing up into my body. He grins and licks a stripe up the length of my shaft before sinking back down.

Elliot’s fingers travel below my balls, and my breath catches in my throat as he grazes my perineum, sending electric shocks through my body.

I’m reminded of the last time Elliot was between my butt cheeks. When he rimmed me, making me moan and writhe under his tongue. It had been hot as fudge.

Elliot’s finger knocks on my hole, and I let out an “ack!” as my whole body tenses. He pulls off my cock to ask, “Can I finger you?”

I hesitate for a split second, but the need coursing through me istoo strong to deny. I nod, biting my lip as a moan escapes my throat.

Elliot sits up and reaches for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. My heart pounds in my ears as he flips the cap open and drizzles some over his fingers. The cool liquid trickles down his hand, and he warms it by rubbing his fingers together.

He looks at me for confirmation one last time. I spread my legs wider in response, giving him access. My cock stands tall and angry, bobbing with each beat of my heart.

Slowly and carefully, Elliot circles my entrance with a slick finger. The pressure is gentle at first but enough to make me squirm. He applies more force, and I feel him start to slide in. My muscles clench around him instinctively, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Relax,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss my inner thigh. “It’ll feel good if you relax.”

I will my body into submission, focusing on the heat of his breath and the softness of his lips as they trail along my leg. Bit by bit, the tension eases, and Elliot’s finger sinks deeper.

A low groan rumbles from my chest as he curls his finger inside me, exploring. It’s an odd sensation—not painful, but unfamiliar and intense. Sparks shoot up my spine with each little movement he makes.

“How does it feel?” Elliot asks.

“Different,” I manage to say through gritted teeth. “Good different.”

He smiles at that and leans back down to take my cock in his mouth again. The dual sensations of his warm lips and probing finger are almost too much to handle. My hands grip the sheets tight enough to tear them as he works me over.

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