Page 16 of Room for Elijah

“Let me take care of that for you.” His tone was nearly pleading, yet it expressed his feelings perfectly. To make his case, he wormed his hand between their bodies and squeezed.

Dermott grunted. “Not here.” That was his only warning before he grabbed Elijah by the arm and led him away.

Chapter Nine

It was the anticipation, not the fast pace, that caused Elijah to pant. Dermott propelled him into his office, slammed the door shut and whirled them both to his couch. Elijah found himself straddling the man’s lap with dizzying speed. Then there was no more thinking, only feeling, as Dermott kissed him again. This time, there was passion—lips, tongue, teeth. Elijah moaned and shook—knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer and didn’t care. Let his cum dirty him up. Better yet, he wanted Dermott’s cum to do the same. He made a reach for the man’s waist.

But Dermott had other ideas and he was the boss, in all ways. Elijah’s jacket and T-shirt ended up rucked under his armpits, one of his nipples at the mercy of Dermott’s fingers. His jeans were undone and his cock freed. The moment Dermott dragged a fingernail through Elijah’s slit, he came, bucking into the man’s fist. As he panted his way through the orgasm, Dermott broke the kiss and lifted him to a kneeling position above his lap. Elijah had no idea what he intended until Dermott’s tongue started lapping his abdomen.

Elijah dropped his head back. “Oh my God!” He went limp in Dermott’s hands, his back arched and aftershocks racked his body while Dermott licked him clean.

“There now, all better.” Dermott tucked Elijah’s spent cock back into his pants, sat him back down and pressed his forehead against Elijah’s. “What a delightful way to start the evening.”

“Yeah.” Still breathless, Elijah stayed that way, trying to not to worry about all the things he was supposed to be doing to prep for the food orders coming in soon. The bulge poking at his crotch reminded him of one thing more urgent in particular he needed to do. “Let me make you happy.”

“You already have.”

Elijah rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.” A thought struck him, and as he was already in a daring mood, he slipped out of Dermott’s embrace and slid down on his knees between the man’s long legs. He reached for Dermott’s belt without even asking.

Dermott stopped him, nevertheless. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” He stared up at Dermott, straight in the eye to show his sincerity and that there was no doubt in his mind.

Dermott scrutinized his face for a few seconds before nodding. He wordlessly let go and sat back. Elijah understood it to be an invitation to proceed. With only slightly shaking hands, he undid the man’s pants and tugged them down, along with his boxer-briefs. Dermott helped by lifting his hips so that his cock could spring free. It was all that was required for the task ahead, and given that Elijah had seen the guy fully naked many times, he didn’t feel the need to do more. He’d given himself access to the man’s dick, and that had been his goal.

This was the first chance he’d had to see the beast up close, however. It was big and long and thick, but he’d known that already. The skin was stretched tautly over the shaft, a ruddy color with a prominent vein running from under the head to the root. He traced it with his fingertip and reveled in how that little contact caused Dermott to shudder. That reaction made him bolder. He clasped the cock fully now, sliding his hand up and down in a slow jerk. Remembering well Rienk’s lesson, he rubbed the pad of this thumb against that bundle of nerves underneath the head of the dick. Dermott moaned and moved his hips restlessly. It was heady stuff, having a powerful man under his control, giving pleasure when and how he wanted. He could have spent hours doing only this, except neither of them had the luxury of time.

So, licking his lips and taking a large breath, Elijah leaned into Dermott and took the head of the man’s cock into his mouth. Even that small amount filled him nearly to capacity. The dick sat heavily on his tongue, tasting salty and bitter from the small amount of pre-cum leaking out. Having licked both Rienk and Nico some, he knew that each man’s cum was a little different. Somehow, though, Dermott’s was extra special. Fanciful as it was, Elijah perceived that it was more potent, testament to the man’s power. He laved and sucked with vigor, trying to elicit more semen.

Dermott’s hand landed on his head—not pressing—merely a reassurance that he was with him in this. Elijah wanted to please him so much, so he pushed more of the shaft into his mouth, working the dick as hard as he could. Gagging was inevitable, but he tried to get past it. Dermott stopped him simply by tugging on his hair. Reluctantly, Elijah pulled back and concentrated on pleasuring what he could fit in his mouth while jerking the rest of Dermott’s dick. The orgasm came almost without warning. The dick swelled a second before cum spurted copiously onto his tongue and down his throat. Elijah sputtered and swallowed over and over to take it all in. Dermott’s loud, long groan washed over him, telling him that he’d done a good job.

When Dermott’s climax stopped, Elijah pulled away, making sure to catch every drop of cum. Then sitting back on his heels, he grinned up at Dermott. “How was that?” he couldn’t help asking.

Dermott looked back at him with half-closed eyes. “You have to ask? I fear I’m ruined for the rest of the evening. How will I ever manage to tend bar this relaxed?”

Elijah appreciated the teasing praise. He stood on legs weaker than he expected. “I could say the same. Thank you,” he added, because somehow the occasion called for it. Letting him suck Dermott off was as much as a gift as having it done to him. Now he fully understood what Nico had meant about enjoying the giving of a blow job all on its own.

Dermott rose as he righted his clothing. “You are an unexpected treasure, Elijah. Don’t think for a moment that anything we’re doing is charity.” He skimmed his fingers down one of Elijah’s cheeks. “I wasn’t looking for you, but I’m glad I found you. Now, back to work,” he added, swatting Elijah’s butt.

The plug made itself known, which was fine by him. It was a constant reminder of…well, everything. As Dermott had said, this wasn’t what he’d been looking for. It was an amazing happenstance. Elijah returned to the kitchen with a big grin on his face that he couldn’t remove.

Frankie eyed him. “If you’re finished playing with the boss, get to prepping the toppings for the burgers.”

Elijah ducked his head, not nearly as abashed as he would have expected. “Yes, Chef.” He tackled his work with renewed energy, because when you had something wonderful waiting for you at the end of the day, every task was easy.

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Elijah took a moment to stop and watch the new routine Rienk and Nico were practicing together for that night’s show. It was weird seeing them dressed in their day clothes, yet wearing women’s shoes with sky-high heels. He still marveled at how easy all the queens made it look, not just walking in those things, but dancing, too. The one time he’d tried it, he was sure Nico’s help was the only reason why he hadn’t landed on his butt.

“Okay, so when we first cross each other, you go in front of me, Nico. On the way back, we reverse it.” Rienk was the choreographer, although Nico followed his direction flawlessly on the first try. They were both so graceful. Elijah enjoyed seeing them run through the steps, returning a wave after Nico blew him a kiss.

“Go bake some cookies or something, Elijah,” Rienk called out in an exasperated voice. “You’re too distracting. Either that, or come up here and suck us both off,” he added with a smile and a toss of his head.

Nico stopped dead in his tracks. “Ooh.”

“Kidding.” Rienk pushed him back into motion.

Deciding that he’d interfered with their work enough, Elijah continued on his way. Dermott was behind the bar, getting ready to open. Elijah hopped onto a stool. “Frankie said you wanted to see me when I had a chance.”

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