Page 8 of Charmed By You
Chapter 4
Elliot stood beneath the fancy showerhead that drizzled water down on him like rain, his hands in fists against the cool tile wall, his eyes closed as he tried to get a grip on himself. Memories played behind his lids. Hands and mouths, the feel of Henry’s cock stretching him, pounding inside of him, hitting him in all the best ways. He forced his lids open and swallowed a curse when he couldn’t shake the feeling that scared the fucking shit out of him.
For the first time in a long time, maybe even for the first time since his dad passed away, he didn’t feel sad. He didn’t feel angry. He didn’t feel like he had to keep his defenses up, not with Henry, and the truth was, the man had made them crumble.
He felt… happy. Maybe even content. They were emotions he had zero experience with and he had no idea what to do about them.
Put on his clothes and get the hell out of there? That’s what he probably should be doing. He knew that. Sometime between that first kiss on the balcony and Henry’s muttered words that Elliot had been made for him, he’d clearly lost his mind. Because instead of jumping up and leaving as soon as his come had cooled and his breathing had returned to normal, Elliot had stayed.
He wished he could convince himself what had happened between them was just sex. Good sex. Great sex. Hell, best sex of his life sex. But still just sex. Only that warm feeling in his chest, that feeling of rightness that had settled over him while he was with Henry, refused to let him believe the lie.
That had been so much more than sex.
It was stupid. He knew that. He’d known it was stupid even up on the balcony when he’d agreed to it. He was an idiot to think this was more than it was.
Henry was a politician. He basically lied for a living. Elliot could only take anything he said with a grain of salt. This was a one off. Henry had literally called it crazy and dangerous and no doubt when he came to his senses he would remember that. He would realize what a liability Elliot was and he’d kick him out and send him on his way. He’d probably have his people standing by with an NDA for Elliot to sign in exchange for some cash that he really, badly needed but wouldn’t take and then the magic of this night would be completely ruined.
He was a fucking idiot for letting his heart anywhere near this man or this situation.
After everything he’d been through, he should have known better. He’d thought his heart was on lockdown. Ironclad or at least iced over, but Henry had broken his way inside in a matter of hours.
He’d seen him, really seen him when so many others had looked right through Elliot or past him. Henry had seen him and he hadn’t recoiled, hadn’t sneered or dismissed him as lesser. He’d seen him and he’d still wanted him and that was a powerful lure that Elliot hadn’t been able to deny.
He’d liked that a man like Henry wanted him. Even for a moment. Even for a night. But it was late and the spell would wear off soon and he knew he should finish cleaning up, grab his clothes and make his getaway before that happened.
The click of the shower door behind him alerted him that he was no longer alone with his thoughts a moment before a pair of strong arms slid around his waist and up his chest. He bit his lip to stifle a groan. His eyes fluttered shut at the simple pleasure of having those big hands on his body again.
Elliot forced his eyes open; “I thought you’d have fallen asleep by now, old man.”
“What can I say? You make me feel young.” Henry’s voice was husky near his ear and his lips were smooth as he kissed down Elliot’s neck and then licked the water from his shoulder, “You were taking too long and I missed you.”
He ignored those words. He had to. Otherwise that pain in his chest was going to get even worse. Henry hadn’t missed him. His cock had gotten lonely. That was all.
“Horny bastard.” He snorted, “I’m in here trying to get clean and already you’re thinking of dirtying me up again.”
“I told you not to bother showering. That I was going to want you again.” A big hand slid down his torso and around his cock, which had gone hard at Henry’s mere presence.
He hissed as the other man squeezed him in his fist, “I wasn’t so sure you’d be able to get it up again.”
Henry made a low noise, practically a growl, and in a heartbeat Elliot was pushed up against the cool shower wall. The heat of the other man draped his back and his hand worked up and down Elliot’s now dripping cock. Damn, why did he have to get off on the show of power? The demand, the fierceness of the way Henry wanted him made him so needy it was almost embarrassing.
He fucking loved that the cool, shiny exterior Henry showed the world slipped away with him. He was rough and brusque and demanding. He was forceful. He wanted and he took without the polite civilities.
Elliot ruffled him and knowing he affected him that way was a powerful, heady feeling.
“Still think I can’t get it up?” Henry bit his shoulder, his teeth nipping at skin and making it sting as he ground his hips against Elliot’s ass, emphasizing the impressive erection he was sporting. “I don’t think the thing will ever go down. Not in your presence.”
“Guess my blowjob didn’t live up to the hype. You’ll just have to fuck me again.” He teased.
“Mmm, the blowjob was incredible. The things you do with that tongue are downright sinful. But I still like fucking you more. Feeling you squeeze me tight in that hot hole. Love the way you say my name just before you come. And the way you tremble when I push inside… it’s addicting. You’re addicting. Not sure I’ll ever get enough.”
Elliot swallowed hard as more of those sweet, sexy words battered at the walls he was trying to rebuild around his heart, “Well you’re just going to have to wait to experience all of that again because you’re not fucking me without a condom.”
Henry hummed and then the sound of foil was loud in the enclosed shower. Elliot groaned. He should have known. This man always seemed prepared for anything Elliot shot at him.
“Fuck, really?”
The hand on his cock slowed and Henry let up on the pressure at his back, his tone soft when he spoke, “Are you too sore?”
