Page 90 of Follow the Rhythm
“Yeah. I promise.” I reached out to pat his shoulder, but he surprised me by pulling me into an awkward hug. The chairs were in the way, the armrest was digging into my stomach, but I didn’t pull away.
“Good,” he said when he let me go. “Help me up?”
I helped him stand and walk back into the house until Kristopher and my mom took over and led him to their bedroom for a rest.
I wasn’t sure if I forgave him yet. There was still a lot of hurt. But I could try.
That night, when Ellis and I went upstairs for bed, I thought more about what my dad had said. It had taken him a near-death experience to figure out what was important to him. Luckily, I seemed to have gotten there quicker. I knew what I wanted, and I knew it was time for Ellis and me to talk about it.
But first, when we closed the door to our bedroom, I kissed him and didn’t hold back. I poured all the pent-up desire we’d been building between us into it, and he responded in kind. His tongue slid against mine, rough and messy, while my hands roved his body, over his lean, muscled chest and tightly rounded ass.
He pushed me until my back landed on the bed and climbed on top, his arms framing my head. “Thank god,” he said between kisses, his scent thick in the air. “I was losing my mind.”
I groaned softly and tried to pull him closer against me, but he clicked his tongue, suddenly playful. He entwined his hands with mine and pressed them against the mattress above my head. Our hips were aligned, and I could feel his cock hardening against me.
“I’ve heard you’re quite good at taking direction, sweet Charlie,” Ellis said, his eyes twinkling. He reminded me forcibly of Jess bossing me around as I pounded into her sweet, tight pussy, and my cock responded accordingly.
“I aim to please,” I said, trying to control my ragged breathing.
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to suck your cock, but only if you can stay very, very still. Can you do that for me?” He nudged his hips forward, and I groaned, nodding.
Ellis slid slowly down my body. We were both still fully clothed, and I regretted not taking off his shirt so I could see the dips and hollows of his lean chest.
He unbuttoned my jeans torturously slowly, brushing his knuckles against my cock through the fabric. Each slow catch of the zipper was a jolt of pleasure, but I stayed completely still, my fists clenched above my head where he’d left them.
Ellis drew my cock out, his hand loosely fisted around me, and I stopped breathing completely. The sight of him between my legs, his hand around me, was almost more than I could take.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered. When he leaned forward to lick at the slit, where a bead of pre-cum had gathered, I fought to control my reaction. My hips jerked slightly, but I forced myself to remain as still as I could. Ellis smirked up at me. “Oh, very good. That’s one mystery solved; you are as sweet as you look.”
I groaned incoherently as he licked me slowly from my balls, over my swelling knot, and up my shaft, back to the slit. He stayed there, teasing me with his tongue, just barely brushing his hand along my length.
“Oh god, please.” I was fighting to stay still, my fists gripping the sheets above my head to stop myself from touching him and running my hands through his lovely hair. I needed more, more friction, more of his hot mouth on me, or I was going to lose my mind. “Please, Ellis.”
He gripped me a little more firmly, and I groaned in relief. He took me fully in his mouth, sinking to the base where my knot was quickly swelling, and swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. I bit my lip and fought the reflex to thrust into the heat of his mouth. He moaned around me, setting a steady pace, and the vibration made my head spin.
“Fuck.” I lost the battle for control. My hips bucked, and Ellis grunted, taking me deeper and deeper until I felt the back of his throat. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” I warned, and then my vision went white. My cock jerked in his mouth, pumping cum down his throat, which he swallowed eagerly. He squeezed my knot, and again my mind flashed to Jess, to the feeling of her pussy squeezing and flexing on me when we locked together, and another wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was saying nonsense almost unconsciously, my hands clenching the sheets so hard my fingers were going numb.
I pulled Ellis up for a kiss, even before the last tremors had subsided, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. I peeled his shirt off as fast as I could and chucked my own somewhere across the room. He was so pale his skin almost shone in the half-light of the room. I touched him greedily, sliding my hands down his back and over the curve of his ass. I reached between us and tried to unbutton his pants, but he pulled back slightly.
“Slow down, darling,” he said, looking down on me with an ironic smile, his eyes hazed with pleasure. “We have all night.”
My cock was already hard again, the tip curved up towards my stomach. Thoughts of Jess, of what it would be like to have both of them telling me what to do, of Ellis directing me how to touch her and fuck her, had my heart pounding. “I want you now,” I rasped. “I want you to fuck me now.”
“Is that so?” he drawled between kisses.
“Yes.” I reached between us to stroke him through his jeans. It gratified me to hear him hiss between his teeth and thrust into my touch. “Is that okay?”
“As if I could say no to you, darling.” Some of my desperation eased, but his face had turned serious. “But I can’t help but feel this may not all be about me.”
Guilt panged in my chest. What did it say about me that I couldn’t even hide my obsession with Jess while having sex withsomeone else? How was I supposed to hide that for the rest of my life? “What makes you say that?”
“Well, the dead giveaway was you saying Jess’s name mid-orgasm,” he said with a small smile.
“Oh my god.” My face had to be on fire.
“No, no, don’t be embarrassed,” Ellis said, kissing me again. I tried to pull away, but he chased my lips until I relaxed back into our kiss.
He pressed his forehead to mine so we could catch our breath. He nudged his hips forward again, pressing his cock to my hip, with a sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about her either. It feels like she should be here, too.”
