Page 36 of Shattered Dreams
“Fuck!” He jerked as another jolt of pleasure raced through him. The man seriously knew what he was doing. “I never thought you’d…”
“Mmmmm.” Elliot hummed softly, then released him. “Never thought I would what, Maxwell?”
He grunted as the other man gently squeezed the base of his cock. “You’re a top. Tops don’t…”
“Don’t suck cock?” He shook his head, his beard caressing the inside of Max’s thighs. “There’s nothing submissive about wanting to make you come.” His tongue darted out to flick against the crease where his thigh joined his torso. “You make Elizabeth come, right?”
“Yeah…” He panted. “As often as possible.” He panted, every part of him drawing up tight with his impending release. God, he was so fucking close.
“Because pleasuring someone is neither submissive nor dominant. It’s called caring about your partner’s pleasure. Both doms and subs can do it.” He blew a stream of air over Max’s wet skin.
“Shit.” Gooseflesh rose on his skin, competing with the fire building in his groin. “Fucking tease.” He dug his fingers into the recliner cushion in an attempt to keep from grabbing Elliot’s head and forcing him to swallow Max down to the root.
“That is definitely a dominant thing to do, wouldn’t you agree?” Elliot stroked his hand up Max’s erection then back down to his balls, slowly jacking him in a rhythm that felt beyond good, but not quite good enough to take him over the edge.
“Please.” The word came out as a plea. “No more teasing. I need it.”
“Do you?” Elliot nipped the inside of his thigh.
“Christ, do you want me to beg?” His hips bucked off the cushion in an attempt to fuck the hand holding him.
“Keep your ass on the chair.” Elliot’s gaze narrowed. “Unless you don’t want to come?”
He sagged back down, fighting with his own body. “Okay. Okay. Please, Sir. I’ll behave.”
“That’s better.” Elliot nodded. “And I like hearing you call me Sir, Maxwell.”
“You do?” He gasped as Sir placed a kiss on his glans. “You don’t want me to call you Master?”
“Sir.” Elliot reaffirmed. “I’ll never be your Master. But I’ll definitely be your Sir.”
Before Max could ask the man to explain what he meant, all rational thought fled as Sir moved his mouth up and down while lashing the underside of his cock with his tongue. Pleasure hit him hard and he was helpless to do anything more than take what the other man gave him. His nipples hardened while his stomach hollowed with his ragged breathing. He was riding the edge and nothing had prepared him for the reality of having Elliot’s mouth drawing on him.
He groaned low in his throat, his fingers coming up to tweak his own nipples.
“Let me, Master.” A hand brushed his away.
He glanced to his left to see Lizzie, resting on the arm of the recliner, her dainty fingers plucking at his nipples. His beautiful little sub knew how much he loved nipple play and exactly how to stimulate the small buds. “Fuck yeah. Pull on them.” His head tipped back, the pleasure-pain joining with the wet soul-jerking euphoria coming from his cock. His balls tightened, his release beckoning. He was going to come. There was no stopping this time, his orgasm was going to explode down the throat of the man who claimed to be his Sir. All he needed was a word, a command actually, and he’d be emptying himself in long hard jerks.
“Tell me when…Sir.” He gritted out, his body skating along the edge, readying itself to jump off the cliff. He just needed the words. Which was a heady feeling after being in charge for so long. The fact, he could give over and allow another to command, was nearly as arousing as Lizzie’s breath against his neck while she scraped her nails over his nipples.
“So fucking hot, Master.” Lizzie pressed her lips to his pulse, her words teasing his skin. “Watching you give over. I want to see you come for him. Please, Master?”
“I…” His eyes began to roll back in his head, as the orgasm threatened to break free when Elliot growled low in his throat, then brought his hand down on the outside of Max’s hip…
“Please, Master.” Lips broke free of him to beg, before enveloping his cock once more. He shouted as the orgasm ripped free of him. He grunted, his cock spurting hard into the warm depths of his wife’s mouth as she coaxed his seed from his aching body. He shook, his hands digging into the blankets pooled at his waist. His chest heaved like a pair of bellows, and every part of him trembled as pleasure pushed the pain away and eclipsed everything for a short period of time.
“Damnit.” He sagged back into the chair in an almost boneless heap.
“Yummm.” Lizzie gently laved away the remaining drops of seed.
He flinched a bit as her tongue caressed the too sensitive flesh of his dick. “Someone has been naughty.”
A giggle escaped her. “Maybe.”
He cracked open an eye to look down at her. She was curled on her side on the couch next to him, her head resting on his hip. There was a mischievous grin on her lips.
“Didn’t I say that I didn’t need a blow job earlier when you offered?” Once Elliot and Storm had left after helping him onto the couch in the family room, Lizzie had returned with a bowl of popcorn and a naughty proposition. One which he’d turned down because of how his body had ached from the long drive home from the rehab center. He wasn’t used to his wife not obeying his orders.
