Page 68 of Choke Up

I shrug him off. I've been answering him with non-answers, not outright lying, but letting him come to his own conclusions about my relationship with Krysta. He thinks I'm still going out with her, that she's the one I've been sneaking off to meet. It’s just a coincidence that Ellis is going out and meeting his secret hookup at the same time. There are days I'm astounded he hasn't figured us out.

I want to tell him before he finds out on his own. I'm just not sure how to broach the subject.

"I'm not really into her," I admit to him, tiptoeing around the real problem.

"It was a little obvious, honestly. That's why I was surprised you were still messing around with her. Although she seemed your type."

"I think I have a different type these days," I murmur, a quiet confession.

He turns his head to look at me, and I look into the eyes of my best friend. The person who has been there for me every day since we met in kindergarten. The one person who never judged me. His eyes are the same electric blue as his brothers, but different. More refined and serious, whereas I always felt there was something turbulent brewing beneath Ellis' eyes. Turns out, it was heat.

Elliot has his full attention on me, his face open and ready to accept whatever truth about myself that I'm about to lie at his feet. I open my mouth to say something. Maybe I'll start with something safe, like my newfound sexuality. But before I can get anything out, I'm smacked in the head with a duffle bag. Tripp Landon stomps past me up the aisle to de-board the plane, a line of people behind him to prevent me from retaliating.

"That fucker," I say, rubbing the back of my head. "What is his problem?"

"I don't know. He's been weird toward me lately, too. Ever since the club that night."

"I'm not going to apologize for that. He had his hands all over your brother, and Ellis was not interested. Besides, I wasn't even the main one that separated them. Ellis' friends were on top of that shit."

"No, he was definitely out of line. I just didn't think he'd act like that. Seems like such a nice guy."

I'm trying to keep my thoughts to myself, because Elliot's mama taught me that if I don't have anything nice to say, I shouldn't say anything at all. And right now, the only thing I have to say is that Tripp can want Ellis' dick all he wants. He's not getting it. And he can die mad about it.

I don't have to say anything else, though, because it's our turn to make our way to the front of the plane. And just in time, a ping comes through.

Ellis: I'll be there.

"Oh. My. Fuck. God. Shit. Yes!"

Ellis claws at the tile around the hydrotherapy pool, water splashing everywhere as I pound expletives out of him with each hard snap of my hips.

"Did you miss me, baby?" I purr, pulling all the way out before slamming home again, forcing the breath out of him as he cries, "Yes!"

"Mmmmm, show me." Gripping his hips, I quicken my pace, pelvis bouncing off his ass.

"I can't!" He gasps.

"Give me one more, baby. Just one more."

I've already wrenched three orgasms out of him since we've been here. One with my mouth after tackling him to the ground the second I saw him. Then another by taking him slow and soft, sliding my cock into him and making love to him right there on the floor when my fingers found him prepped and ready for me. After that, I carried him into the heated hydrotherapy pool, where we both recuperated at the insistence of frenzied, passionate kisses, hands, and bodies rocking against each other. He rode me slow, stroking himself until he clouded the water, and begged me to fuck him hard and fast.

My hands knead his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. With him bent over the side of the pool, I have the perfect vantage point to see my cock slide in and out of his raw, stretched hole. My strokes are smooth and sure, hitting him exactly where I know I can get the maximum impact. I'm determined to learn how to play his body like an instrument, paying close attention to what every sound means, how his body moves, right down to the way his toes curl and his mouth drops open just before his ass contracts.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuck!" He bellows, the cry joining the sounds of sloshing water, skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts that echo off the tile walls.

"Ungghhh! That's it, baby. Fuck! You're milking my cock so good!" Even after the last pulses of my orgasm have passed, I keep rolling into him. He's boneless, lying flat on his stomach with his ass just over the edge of the pool.

When I pull out, I press my thumb to his ass, not wanting one drop to escape.

"You're going to think this is so weird, but I can't stop thinking about…" Before he can lift his head to figure out what I'm talking about, I lower my mouth to his ass, pressing my tongue inside his used hole, soothing and loving on it, thanking it for showing me what colors look like. Pushing my cum farther inside him, and cleaning away every extra drop that escapes.

"Fuck," he breathes, twitching. "That feels… good."

"There. Clean enough to eat off of," I say, kissing along his back.

Ellis laughs. "Aren't you full?"

"Never."

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