Page 30 of Rocking the Receiver
“And?”
“And I don’t see how what you said makes sense!”
“I shall clarify, then.” Still pancaked to my back, his fingertips wander along my side. His heady scent is messing with my willpower. I exhale to suppress yet another moan. “It just means that I wantyou24/7.” He grinds against my fevered skin. “You, Rupert David Smith! I’m not interested in anybody else. What can I say? You’re as addictive as I thought you’d be. I’ve had a taste, but I want the whole shebang.”
Only the first four words register. He can’t quite see me frown. “What did you call me?” In the blink of an eye, I untangle my body from his, roll over, and snatch a large pillow for better support. I stare at him and mourn his warmth now that he’s lying on his side.
“Rupert Smith. Why? Isn’t it your name?” His voice is laced with confusion.
“No, no, no, you called me David. No one calls me David. Ever!” Damn, this might have come out too harshly. Despite the relative darkness, the unmistakable crease between his brows deepens. There’s no way I would have used my middle name around him; how does he know it? Racking my brain, I try to remember if even Tim is privy to this information… Nah, he definitely isn’t.
Extending his arm, he switches on the nightstand lamp and purses his lips.
Blinking a few times, I adjust to the sudden brightness and look at this gorgeous man. He hasn’t looked like a teenager in a long time, even though I’ve convinced myself of the opposite. With his elbow bent, his head rests on his splayed hand, so I eye his bulging bicep and mimic his posture. His eyes are shooting daggers.
What exactly happened?
“What’s going on?” he eventually asks, flustered, then he raises his voice that’s tinged with amusement and annoyance. “Chillax, okay. What’s gotten into you anyway? I just made it up, okay?” Elliot’s chest heaves. He sucks in a breath. “Damn, you’re impossible!”
“You took a wild guess?” My astonishment must be written all over my face.
He shrugs, his eyes downcast. “Sure did. What can I say? You make me think oftheDavid. I dunno. WTF anyway?” Then he stares into my eyes, daring me. Talk about a rude awakening! “Well, if you really want to know, you’re way hotter thantheDavid. Not that I ever fantasized about Michelangelo’s statue! No matter what they say, size matters, and your dick suits me way more.” A mischievous smile stretches on his luscious lips, his tone suddenly playful.
Flabbergasted, I’m speechless and try to wrap my head around what just happened.
What were the odds that he'd randomly guess the name of my absent father that I'd never had the pleasure of knowing? I’m nowhere near ready to disclose that piece of information.
My fingers twitch; I ache to touch him. I reluctantly refrain, allowing him to carry on.
“Always, Rupert. As far as I can recall, I’vealwayswantedyou.” His fingertips stroke my forearm. I swallow my confusion. “I was starstruck by your looks, but being around you made me realize that there’s so much more to you.” He pauses, screws his eyes shut for a split second, then pops them open, as if trying to read my soul. “That’s why I want to try this thing with you…” He splays his palm over my heart and the sprinkling of fair body hair that I kept after my modeling career ended. “Not the sex part, I mean, the relationship part…” He’s speaking faster than usual, his excitement palpable—unless it’s nervousness? “Well, the sex part on top of the relationship part, obviously.” A short intake of breath. “It’s not a marriage proposal, Rupert… and I’m not asking you to publicly come out or anything if we’re a thing, but I want to be closer to you. Being your short-term or long-distance boyfriend won’t do. My life is in Texas and that’s not about to change. I want you there.”
“You’re serious?” Again, I’m stunned. My lover nods, his gaze expectant. I take a deep breath, regretting that he chose to ask me to relocate closer to him while we’re both naked.My trembling hand cups his face. “Listen, I’m flattered by everything you just said… I really am. Don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself? I mean… I did call you my boyfriend, and I meant it, even before this.” I point at us alternatively. “I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend before, but I’m willing to give us a shot.”
He beams, kissing my forehead. It’s the sweetest kiss he’s ever given me, so I feel bad when I blurt out, “But like I also said, I’m old… er, and probably wiser.” He mutters something between clenched teeth that I don’t catch, but I don’t inquire. “This is a lot, Elliot. I can’t keep up with your energy and enthusiasm. I’m not against the idea, but moving away from New York is a big step. My life is here.”
“Is it?”
“Come on, you know it’s not as simple as that. I need to think this through, and to do that, I need more sleep.” I catch my breath. “Look, we’ve mostly interacted online. Don’t you think it’s time we really get to know each other, now that we have the chance? Let’s take it slow, huh...” Considering how I begged for him to jump my bones yesterday, I rephrase. “Well, slower.”
“That’d actually be counterproductive, sweetheart.” He covers my hand with his. Sweetheart… It rolled off his tongue so naturally that my heart skips a beat. “Stop overanalyzing everything. You said it yourself: You need a change of scenery. Austin is an amazing city. What better way to get to know each other better than to spend more quality time together by living nearby?”
Damn, he’s so single-minded. “You have a point.”
“Assertive is my middle name!” He winks.
“I’ve never heard such a true statement.” My teasing tone is met with a blistering kiss. I shiver and reluctantly break it. His earlier fiery reaction’s been bothering me. “What was this all about, really?”
“I hated that you doubted me. I am driven, but I can be a little impulsive and… passionate at times.” No kidding. “Coach says that, with the right guidance, that’s what’s going to make me an outstanding player. I want the right guidance from you when it comes to sex.”
“We’ve done plenty already.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t be a bore, Rupert. Plenty isn’t nearly close to what we discussed. There are things I want to try with you before this day ends,” he growls into my ear.
“Actually, checkout is at noon, babe, so we’ll have to get out of bed sooner or later.” I clear my throat. “That is, if I’m able to walk.”
“My point exactly.” In the blink of an eye, I’m on my back, with him lying on top of me. Who am I to complain? His suddenly gravelly voice soothes me. “I love your ass as much as it loves me, but it should rest. Your dick on the other hand…” Another squeeze. Another growl. Another demand. “You inside me, Rupert…” His damp hair grazes my temple. “I want it. Right. Fucking. Now.” The head of my cock awakens under his thumb’s attention. “I can tell you’re as raring to go as I am, old man.”
I squeal when his free hand playfully but forcefully slaps my cheek. “Are you sure you’re a virgin, babe?” I’ve never had such an ardent lover, but then again, I never had someone so much younger in my bed. Is it because of his age, his hormone-induced brain, vibrant personality, or limited experience that he can’t getenough sex? “I mean, you haven’t shied away from anything we tried.”
