Page 166 of Icing on the Cake

As he walks away, I think about how people come into our lives for a reason. Matt was in the “right place, right time” when I needed help learning to appreciate my booty. And Elliot—he started it all.

Without him, I may have never figured out who I am and who I’ll always be.

A guy who has room in his heart to love anyone, no matter who they are or what they look like.

“Gerard, where are you taking me?”

I’m dragging Elliot down the hall and up the stairs to my bedroom. After meeting Matt, I realized something else. I want to make love to Elliot.

Or…er…have him make love to me. I don’t think my dick will fit inside of him without splitting him in two.

“Why are we in our room?” Elliot’s eyes dart around as if something is about to pop out and scare him. Little does he know, something is indeed about to pop out. And it definitely won’t scare him.

It also doesn’t go unnoticed by me that he’s finally called my room “ourroom.” It makes me even harder.

I close the door behind us and turn to Elliot, my heart pounding with anticipation as I take his hands in mine. “Elliot, I want you to make love to me.”

His mouth falls open, then shuts, then opens again like a fish out of water. “You…you want me to…Gerard, are you sure? I mean, that’s a big?—”

“I’m sure,” I interrupt, squeezing his hands. “I want to feel your love for me. I want to be closer to you than ever.”

He pulls back and runs a hand through his hair, disheveling it. “Gerard, this is…I don’t even know if I can…”

“Elliot Jerome Montgomery.Please.”

Silence fills the room, heavy and charged. Elliot takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“Okay,” he says, almost whispering. “But we need to take it slow.”

The next thing I know, Elliot has a condom on his dick, and I’m naked in bed and on my back with my feet near my head. I didn’t realize I was this flexible. Maybe all that yoga Coach dragged the team to last year paid off after all.

Elliot hovers over me, his glasses fogged up from the heat ofour bodies. He adjusts them with a shaky hand and looks down at me with a mix of fear and determination. “Are you ready?”

I nod and bite my lip in anticipation. My whole body is taut like a bowstring, waiting for the release.

He presses forward slowly—agonizingly too slow, in my opinion—and the head of his lubed-up dick knocks at my entrance, making me flinch. A gasp escapes my lips when he pushes in just enough to stretch me.

My muscles clench around him, and he pauses, breathing hard.

“Gerard, you need to relax. Same as when I put my finger in you, but even more.”

Nodding, I take a deep breath and will my body to loosen up more.

Elliot moves again, inching in deeper, and a low moan escapes from my throat. The initial discomfort blends with something else. Something hotter and more urgent.

His face is a mask of concentration as he fights to keep control. His hands grip the back of my thighs tightly, and his knuckles turn white.

Just when I think I can’t take any more of his dick, he bottoms out.

“Oh God!” My toes curl so hard I think they might break, and they don’t uncurl for the entirety of what comes next. A good, hard screw.

My hands clutch at the sheets, then get tangled up in my hair, then wind up back on the sheets. I don’t know what to do with them; I don’t know what to do withmyself. All I can do is feel—feel him inside me, feel the heat building in my core, feel the love radiating from Elliot’s every touch.

His breathing grows ragged and desperate. He thrusts into me harder, faster, and my eyes roll back in my head. The sound of his balls slapping against my butt is loud and obscene and mixes with his moans, my gasps, and the creak of the bed.

I’m lost in it—in him.My love.

With every second that goes by, I’m driven closer to an edge I didn’t know existed. My cock leaks copious amounts of precome onto my stomach, and I don’t have it in me to touch it. My limbs are now jelly, and I fear if I move, I’ll die.

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