Page 9 of Charmed By You
Elliot winced, both loving and hating that cautious, caring tone in that deep, rich voice. His reaction had stopped Henry instantly. He knew that this was his chance, his moment to make his escape. All he had to do was say yes and he knew a good man like Henry would back off. But despite his brain telling him to lie, to save himself and get out of there, he shook his head.
“No. Not too sore. Just, surprised. You’re insatiable for someone your age.” He forced a teasing tone into his voice this time.
Henry smiled against his shoulder, “Keep bringing up my age and I’ll spank your ass like the brat you are.”
“I might like it.” He warned, unable to keep back his own smile, especially when Henry groaned, proving just how Elliot got to him.
“You drive me crazy.”
“Feelings mutual.” He gasped as Henry’s grip on his cock tightened again and he cupped the sensitive head in his fist, rolling it around. “Fuck, Henry.”
“You would like it, wouldn’t you?” His lips danced across Elliot’s back. “You’d like anything I did to you.”
“Probably.”
“Ell.” He shivered every time Henry shortened his name but in that warning tone, it was downright delicious.
“Yes. When it comes to you, I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t let you do.”
“Except fuck you without a condom.” There was humor in Henry’s voice but with his hand on Elliot’s cock and his erection pressing against Elliot’s ass, he didn’t think to come up with a smartass response, he simply let the first words that hit his tongue roll out of his mouth.
“Maybe someday.”
“Someday.” Henry’s husky voice was soft, almost wary, and Elliot snapped back to attention and out of his moment of bliss.
They didn’t have a someday. They had tonight. Tomorrow, they’d go their separate ways and most likely never cross paths again. They were from different worlds. This was all just a dream come to life and in the bright light of day, it would be nothing but a memory.
He forced away the melancholy that tried to rise at that thought and deflected; “Someday isn’t today so put the condom on and fuck me already. It’s why you came in here, isn’t it?”
Henry sighed and it echoed in the shower stall. His grip on Elliot loosened and his forehead rested against his shoulder. Elliot tensed, certain he’d screwed this whole thing up and Henry was going to want to have a serious conversation about how this was a one-night stand and there was no such thing as someday. He held himself completely still and after a long moment Henry rose back to his full height and his touch returned.
“Yeah. I want to fuck you, Ell. You sure you’re not too sore?”
He shook his head; ignoring the out that Henry was clearly trying to give him, “No. I want you too. Please?”
He thought it was probably the please that did it. He’d learned already that Henry had a thing for manners. He loved it when Elliot acted like a brat no matter what he said. But he’d demanded that word from him more times than he could count already. Henry loved to make him beg and Elliot wasn’t above it. Not at all. Not for this man. Not when they were alone like this at least.
Henry’s touch disappeared from his body and he whined at the loss. The other man chuckled slightly but it was the sound of the foil packet being ripped open that had Elliot moving. He braced himself against the wall and pushed his ass out, all but shaking it at Henry, who didn’t disappoint. Elliot gasped as a big palm smacked his ass cheek so hard a burning sensation followed.
“Brat.” Henry was smiling; he could hear it in his tone, making it sound more like an endearment.
“You love it.” He teased.
“I think I just might.”
Elliot bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut; thankful he wasn’t facing the man that he’d somehow started to fall for in the span of a single night. They were just words. Words said in the heat of the moment, when he was thinking with his cock and not his brain, but they still felt like they meant something to Elliot.
He wanted them to mean something, even if they didn’t.
Henry’s hands returned to his body, one of them holding his hip, the other tracing the length of his spine in a long caress, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Henry?” His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t need the pretty words. I’m a sure thing. Just fuck me already.”
Henry’s hands stilled in their perusal of Elliot’s body and then the one on his hip moved. He lost the touch and a moment later he felt the stinging smack of another slap across his ass. Then came another and another, until he knew his cheek must be red and probably bore Henry’s handprint and he loved it. He fucking love the idea of this man marking him, even if it would fade, like the memory of this night.
“If I want to tell you you’re beautiful, you’ll listen.” Henry growled near his ear when he was done spanking him and Elliot was on fire, shaking with a need that burned him clean through. “I don’t care what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. You listen to me. You’re so goddamn gorgeous you make me lose my mind. I’ve never taken a stranger to bed before but you don’t feel like a stranger. I’ve never spanked a man but I love seeing my handprint on your ass. You’re beautiful and you’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine.”
Elliot whimpered as Henry pulled back suddenly and parted his cheeks. He felt the head of the other man’s cock and before he could so much as adjust, Henry slammed forward. Elliot cried out, but it wasn’t with pain. He was thankful he was under the spray of water because he couldn’t be sure tears weren’t escaping the eyes he’d squeezed tightly shut.
Nobody had ever called him beautiful. Nobody had ever called him gorgeous. Nobody had ever said he was perfect and nobody had ever tried to claim him. But he knew that’s what Henry was doing as he pulled out and shoved back inside roughly, one hand in Elliot’s hair and the other on his hip holding him steady as he fucked him hard and deep, as if he wanted to imprint himself inside of Elliot.
It wasn’t true. None of it was true. But they were pretty words, kind words, and Elliot knew that he would hold onto them for the rest of his life, long after he walked out of this hotel room and out of Henry’s life.
