Page 48 of Rocking the Receiver
His proud erection twitches, begging for attention. Hands clutching his toned ass cheeks, I lean in, my tongue circling the head. He growls, and my heart hammers inside my chest. Without further ado, I take more of him.
Rupert strokes the top of my hair. Soon after, his hips buck without restraint as he finds his rhythm, His fingers fist my overgrown strawberry-blond hair, tightening around it. He hits the back of my throat. A loud moan escapes from my lips. The erotic noises he makes drive me crazy, but I want more, so I give him more. Taunting. Teasing. Tormenting. “Fuck… Elliot, you’re kill—" His breath catches. “Oh, fuck… Yeah, right there.”
Then, my fingers, tongue, and mouth are everywhere. Fondling his tightening balls. Jacking his engorged length. Taunting his responsive crack. I engulf him at once, enjoying the taste of him as he quivers under my ministrations. Without a word, I move in ways that encourage him to fuck my mouth, ignoring my watering eyes. His grip on my hair sets a faster tempo.
His breathing turns ragged, but our eyes continue carrying on a silent conversation that’s anything but tame. Yearning. My index finger breaches him. Craving. My tongue twirls around him. Needing.
I feel his knees buckling when my crooked finger rubs his prostate. He’s so close already. I put the pedal to the metal and watch his cheeks redden as my cheeks hollow; the pleasure I give him is the best aphrodisiac.
“Holy shit, babe… I’m… Oh, my God, yes…” He doesn’t have time to warn me, but we’re way past that anyway. He spills into my swollen mouth, and I welcome every drop. My favorite dessert. My favorite man. My favorite, period.
My mouth releases him with a pop, cleaning the remnants of his pleasure with my tongue. His ass sets me free, and I get back on my feet. Snaking his arm around my neck for balance, he kisses me senseless, then comes up for air. “Damn, you’re gifted.”
“I learned from the best,” I tease.
“Indeed.” His hand presses against my aching boner, but I manage to escape. This isn’t about me. “I taught you well, but you’ve always been a fast learner, my sweet Elliot.” His face morphs into an even more blissed-out expression. The back of his fingers lazily grazes my waist. I fidget under his touch. “Can’t wait to have my way with you as soon as we hit the sack.”
This cockier, bolder side of him has recently made an appearance, and I love that I get to discover a different aspect of the man I love.
Since I moved in, Rupert’s shared bits and pieces of his past, and I’m glad he trusts me enough to do so. My heart aches for him, though. Apparently, his dad ran for the hills when his mom told him she was pregnant. I’ll never understand why she assigned his sperm donor’s first name as his middle one. No wonder why he flinched when I randomly called him David. Rupert confessed that his modeling career helped his single mom make ends meet and also felt like silent, bittersweet revenge on his absent father, as if his fame proved his worth to a ghost. He pretends this is all behind him, but the shadows in his eyes reveal otherwise.
One step at a time. He’s the most beautiful person I know, inside and out, and I can’t wait to grow old by his side.
And that’s when it hits me, harder than when he was slamming into my mouth a mere minute ago. My hands cradle his face,and I kiss him chastely. I exhale before deciding it’s too late to chicken out… especially since it’s not like me.
“Marry me, Rupert.”
His brows furrow. His eyes scrutinize me. His heart thumps against my chest.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Of course, I am, sweetheart!”
“You just had my cock in your mouth and swallowed my cum, and now you’re asking me to marry you?”
“I am!” I confirm, torn between amusement at his astonishment and annoyance at his lack of response.
“Moved by the power of my cum… Mmm… Interesting. Since it’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, I’m tempted to say “yes!”
“Tempted? That’s not enough. How about, you’re the first man who made me cry with your magical voice. The first who made me come with your wicked ways. The first who showed me unwavering patience. I love you and your quirks. You are so fucking perfect for me…”
He nods his head yes while peppering kisses along my collarbone, tickling me. “I love you, Elliot. And yes, I’ll marry you.”
“I’m the luckiest fucker on the planet. Musician or not, you’ve been rocking my world since day one. You are caring, selfless, and so damn hot… but what I’m most thankful for is that you manage to bring out the best in me. Like I said before, my love,it’s always been you, and it always will be. You were always it for me, like I was it for you before you even knew it.”
Always.
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