“Shit, God, I’m gonna come,” Mal cried out. He didn’t know what Elliott was even doing, exactly, and that would be a problem he’d deal with in a minute, but right now, it was all heat and pressure, and the pleasure surged through him in a blinding wave.
Elliott didn’t pull off, and a moment later, he was coming again, down Elliott’s throat, andGod, that was even hotter.
Elliott kept going until he was almost too sensitive to stand it. Yet, he didn’t want to push him off, and he didn’t, not until he couldn’t take it a moment longer.
“You were right,” Mal said, stupidly.
Elliott grinned. “Yeah?”
“I really liked that,” Mal said. He was not the kind of guy who used a lot ofreallysin his speech, but he could add about a hundred more to that sentence and it still wouldn’t come close to illustrating just how much he’d enjoyed it.
“Congrats on losing your cherry, again,” Elliott said sweetly.
Mal’s gaze swept down, and he realized that Elliott had his own hard cock in his hand, stroking himself lightly.
“I want to do that,” Mal said. Swallowed hard. “I want to be the one to do that.”
“You sure?” Elliott’s voice was relaxed, despite the rough edge of desire. Mal knew what he was doing. He was making it easy on him, he couldtell, but Mal didn’t want him to do that. Didn’tneedhim to do that.
“Yes,” Mal said firmly and reached out, tugging Elliott up.
Elliott straddled him, and Mal put his hand on the first dick of his life that didn’t belong to him.
Elliott was smooth and hard, twitching underneath his fingertips.
“You want me to tell you what I like?” Elliott asked, voice hushed. He didn’t sound so goddamn calm now, and Mal found that a whole lot more satisfying.
“No,” Mal said.
Maybe he’d never done this before. But he was beginning to learn who Elliott was. More than just the front of carefree, fun-loving playboy.
Elliott was a hedonist. He wanted to let the pleasure overwhelm him. Consume him. He threw himself into every single thing he did, sometimes without looking, and oftenannoying Mal in the process, but Mal couldn’t find a single shred of annoyance in himself now.
He moved his fist carefully, deliberately. Squeezing just the wayheliked. Maximizing the pleasure the best ways he knew how.
Elliott gasped and leaned in, brushing his lips over Mal’s, barely touching at first.
Mal took his other hand and shoved it into Elliott’s hair, pulling his mouth to his.
Their kiss deepened, tongues stroking together, and Mal—that intense need momentarily assuaged,finally—could turn his legendary focus on making this as good as he could for Elliott.
Elliott gasped into his mouth, and Mal lengthened his strokes, slowed down just a fraction, dragging it out of him one heart-stopping moment at a time.
And Malcolm had wanted this. No question of that. He’d had this need stuck under his skin forever, like a splinter he couldn’t dig out, but he’d wantedthistoo. To touch someone, to feel their skin and their mouth and to let them close. Towantthem to be close.
He’d hoped it would feel like this, two people folding in together like they fit. Like Elliott had been waiting like this, just for him.
Of course that wasn’t even remotely true, and Mal didn’t believe in lying to himself, but for this moment, itfeltthat way and he couldn’t get enough.
Same as Elliott kept leaning into his touch, gasping as Mal drove him over the edge, come splashing up his chest.
“Fuck,” Elliott groaned. “That was so . . .” His eyes, sleepy and satisfied, fluttered open, and Mal realized there was also something to seeing him like this. Something he really liked.
“Yeah?”
“Are yousureyou were a virgin?” Elliott teased.
“Very sure,” Mal said.