Page 31 of Broken Heat
I focused to hold myself still.
“Whatever it is, I haven’t felt this turned on since, well, ever.” Elon’s breath tickled the hairs on my chest. “That’s good, right?”
“I think so.”
“You don’t know?”
“Each patient is different. In your case, though, it’s good.”
“Could this feeling maybe help me trigger a heat?”
“It’s what we’re going to find out.”
He drew in a breath between his teeth, making a soft hiss. “Thank you for helping me.”
Already he was thanking me when nothing yet had happened except our intimate discussions. It was almost deferential of him, despite our positions.
I wanted to reach up and grasp his shoulders, pull him to me, kiss him.
Most surrogates did not kiss during their jobs. I took on each patient as if embarking on a new journey. With some I used kissing as a way to calm and relax them. Some did not seem to notice if I focused only from the neck down. I never had set procedures. I went with my gut.
Elon transfixed me. I wasn’t thinking as much as responding. I moistened my lips in pure hope for a kiss. Not like me at all.
“You can touch me.” Hadn’t I already told him this? As if he needed reminding. It was the closest I could come to asking.
Begging.
My senses were wrapped up as if encased in gauze, under a haze of desire that swept me into the force of the man I was exposed to.
If I can just get through this night, feel him against me as I come, I’ll be fine. It will be out of my system.
Elon moved down my body, slow like a dancer as if to seduce me, his cock swaying, his chin coming close to brushing the V of my ribcage. My cock had come to full stiffness now and rested against my lower belly. If my erection was any less heavy, it would’ve bobbed upward to tap him on the chest.
My vision glazed over and I blinked hard. I didn’t want to look away.
Elon’s nose tapped just above my belly button. He inhaled, throwing his head back.
“Is it right that you make me dizzy?” he asked.
“Everything is right. You are in control.” But I wondered if that was the complete truth.
“You make me feel out of control,” he replied.
Same. But I didn’t say the word aloud. I couldn’t. I had to be the one in control here.
Elon inhaled again. “You bathed in something different than what I saw in the shower,” he accused.
“Alpha’s all smell different when aroused. It simply means you respond to my scent. We are a good match all the way around.”
“Coah smelled of lemons and soap. Tart but never sweet. Yours is like pears and syrup. And hot like something spicy baking that makes my mouth water.”
I lifted my head an inch from the pillow.
He lowered his head and to my surprise licked just above my belly button. I let out a strained grunt.
Elon said, “Maybe I am hungry. You taste like—like—it’s melting in my mouth—” He didn’t finish.
My head fell back. My breath caught. The head of my cock was now wet all over. The ceiling fan turned overhead pushing cooler air through the room. I watched it to focus my brain, counting the turn of each blade, hearing the soft shuffling sound it made.
