Reaching up, she rubs a thumb down the underside of my shaft. Electricity spikes through me and my dick jumps. She giggles, a sweet, girly sound. But that's also a hint of mischievousness, like she knows exactly what she's doing and loves making me come out of my skin for her.
And I am.
She wraps her hand around my erection and it pulses against her palm, straining the bounds of what's possible. A happy moan bubbles up her throat and she flashes a smile. "I think he likes that."
"He loves that."
"What else does he like?"
"You." I keep my palms flat against the tile so I won't haul her into my lap and fuck her like I've dreamed of. Not yet. She needs this time to explore and adapt and get comfortable.
My dick, on the other hand, needs no time at all. He's paststart your engines, checkered flags waving, ready for launch.
Another moan, a bigger smile. "What else?"
Lifting up onto her knees now, she bows her head, places a sweet kiss against the plump crown of my cock. I press my head against the wall and shut my eyes because it's too good. Such an innocent gesture, but also the first time her lips have been remotely close to my dick, and he's aching for more. To slide inside that hot, wet mouth and feel that tongue massaging him.
"Oh, he definitely likes that. Wants more kisses."
"Oh really?" Taking me in hand now, she leaves a trail of kisses straight down to my sac and I slide two inches up the wall.
"Fuck yes."
More throaty moans. She sounds so pleased with herself and god, do I love that. Her confidence, even in a new situation, just does it for me. She's innocent and bold at the same time, happily learning as she goes and?—
Oh, damn.
She sucks on that delicate skin at the base of my dick.
Precum dribbles from my tip. I cup the back of her head and spread my thighs wider, letting her know without words just how much I like that. Exactly like that. She continues her expedition. Nipping. Sucking. Licking.
There's no way to stifle my groans.
If anyone else was in this house right now, they'd know something's going down in my shower.
7
LILY
I've never felt so powerful.
Not when I was a rodeo queen. Not when I slung hay bales at the ranch.
Making Elliot squirm and groan is the ultimate high. He's always been in a world of his own. Not just because of his business, but because of the way his brain works. Sure, he's silly and fun and funny. He laughs and jokes with me and my brothers. But he also gets lost in thought and sometimes I wonder where he goes.
Underneath the casual clothes and friendly smile is a world class brain I can't begin to comprehend.
But right now, in this minute, he's with me. Back down here on earth with us mere mortals. And I have zero doubts that all those lofty thoughts have boiled down to his most base urges.
I lick my way back to the tip of his cock and his lips part with expectation.
The first taste is salty, slightly tangy.
I sink down, taking the fat head into my mouth. His hand tightens against the back of my head and I relax into his touch, letting him show me what he needs.
With one hand braced against his thigh for balance and the other holding his cock at just the right angle, I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, using my tongue to tease the sensitive underside.
He's one long chorus of groans, a delightful symphony of lust.