Page 36 of Daddy's Christmas Elf
Eli dissolved into a pile of goo. Nobody ever kissed him there, on the nervy, sensitive skin on the side of his neck. Nobody had ever bothered to take the time to melt him like this, nobody except Grey, who just seemed to know…
“Oh, g—god…” Eli’s breath stuttered in his chest as Grey kissed his meandering way down his body. The base of his throat, and over his chest, where Grey came to a stop and rimmed one nipple, then the other, with the tip of his tongue, his deep chuckle sending a delicious shiver through Eli’s body.
Eli could come like this, just this, just from Grey’s teasing kisses that found all those spots that made him squirm and gasp and tremble with need. His cock ached, the skin stretched hot and tight, and Eli’s hand fumbled for himself.
“No.”
Eli’s eyes snapped open, his hand freezing, obeying the hard denial in Grey’s voice.
Grey’s lips lifted in a dark smile as he locked his hand around Eli’s wrist, pushed his arm above his head and pinned it to the floor. Grey stared down at him as he hovered above Eli, his heavy hair falling forward.
With his free hand, Eli reached up and ran his fingers through it, his heart stuttering when Grey’s smile softened. His eyes, though dark with want and desire, shone with something softer and gentler.
“I don’t want to rush this, Eli. We’ve got all the time in the world, and I want us to take it.”
Grey resumed his slow journey down Eli’s body. Across his stomach, which quivered with every feather light touch Grey let fall on his heated skin, as he snaked his way towards Eli’s straining cock. Eli’s hips lifted, his cock bumping against his stomach as it sat up and begged for Grey’s mouth.
Yes, yes, yes…Grey was drawing closer, his hot breath already caressing his pulsing cock head, those full red lips ready to wrap themselves around Eli’s desperate—
Eli whined as Grey’s kisses swerved away and headed towards the crease at the top of his thigh.
“W—what?” Eli’s voice shook with desperation and confusion as he levered himself up onto his elbows and stared down at Grey.
Grey looked up, his lips curving up into a wicked grin.
“You fucker,” Eli said, but there was no venom in his voice, and no strength either as Grey, still smiling, dropped his head and nuzzled and kissed.
Eli forgot why he’d been peeved, as he collapsed back on the rug and gave himself up to every one of Grey’s kisses and nuzzles, tiny licks and tinier nips, sighing and moaning, every part of his body thrumming with pleasure.
Grey made the return journey along the other side of Eli’s body, his lips brushing Eli’s in the lightest of kisses. Eli chased the kiss, needing the connection once more of their mouths. Grey pulled back, just out of reach. Eli swallowed a screech of frustration as he glared at Grey. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fairat all.
“You’re torturing me, you git.”
“Torturing you?” Grey raised a brow, his gaze dark as his lips twitched a smug smile. “You don’t sound or look like you’re being tortured.”
Grey, still straddling him, rocked forward and his cock, as hard and leaking as Eli’s own, dragged over his, making Eli hiss at the searing heat of skin on skin.
“This is all for you, Eli, every moment,” Grey whispered as he brushed a soft kiss over Eli’s lips. “Just let me take care of you, hmm?”
Grey lowered himself down, his hard body a welcome and comforting weight on Eli, the small but insistent rock of his hips pushing their iron-hard shafts together, dragging forwards then back, then forwards again, as all the time Grey peppered light kisses on his lips, on his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, even on the tip of his nose.
Care… Let me take care of you…Whispered words that reached all the way into Eli’s soul, into the very core of who he was, as he gave himself up to this man who seemed to know him more than he knew himself.
The rhythmic rock of their bodies picked up speed as Eli hitched his legs high and wrapped them tight around Grey’s waist, pulling himself tighter into Grey’s body, thrusting up hard. Grey grunted, as he lifted his head from where it had been buried in the crook of Eli’s neck, and glared.
“I’m setting the pace, Eli.” Grey pulled away, no more than a hair’s breadth. His grin was smug and cocky, flirting with arrogance.
“You’re killing me here,” Eli breathed, bucking his hips, but Grey moved back another tiny, barely there fraction of an inch, their hot and swollen dicks just out of reach of one another.
Grey shook his head. “No, my little elf, not killing you. I’m giving you what you need.”
My little elf…Eli’s heart rate spiked as a blazing heat unfurled in the pit of his stomach, overwhelming him, rolling through his blood in an irresistible wave. What he needed? Yes, but didn’t Grey need this too? One to give, the other to receive; one to care, the other to be cared for. As he stared up into Grey’s beautiful, strong face, every light in Eli blazed, illuminating all the dark and hidden parts of him. And it had been Grey who’d flipped the switch.
Eli rested his hand against Grey’s cheek, feeling the scrape of light stubble as Grey pushed into his palm. The need to touch, the need to feel, the need for connection was something both less and more than sex. It consumed Eli, his heart leaping and flipping over and over as Grey’s eyes fluttered to a close. Yes, Eli needed this, he neededthem, but Grey did too.
Grey opened his eyes, his gaze dark and steady. Eli’s palm, still resting against Grey’s cheek, slipped and fell to his side.
There was no sound, not even the crackle and pop of the fire; it was as though the whole room, the house, the street and the city beyond the four walls, held its breath.
