Page 6 of Perfect Convergence

God, I love seeing him like this, completely naked and towering over me. Confident. Dominant. Perfectly... Elliot.

“Are you going to fuck me,” I say, “or just keep staring at me?”

He shrugs. “I could look at you like this all day, on your hands and knees, all needy for me.”

“Really? With your hands off?”

He runs his tongue over his teeth before he grins. “Yeah, definitely not.” And then he’s behind me again, his tongue working its magic for another minute. “Ready for more?”

“You know I am.”

He prods into me with a lubed-up finger, moving in and out gently. When he adds a second finger, I move my hips back to meet his hand.

“Someone’s impatient.” The pleased satisfaction in Elliot’s voice has me even more desperate for him.

When he inserts a third finger, he stops moving, letting me fuck myself on them instead. Finally, after I’m ready to explode from anticipation, he pulls out.

“Edge of the bed on your back.”

I scramble to follow his instructions, bringing my knees to my chest once I’m laying down. He slips off the bed, coating his cock with lube as he walks over to me.

“Ready?”

“God yes.”

He lines himself up, pushing into me with a dark, satisfied rumble sounding from his throat. He stays gentle at first, letting me adjust, but I know it won’t last.

By far, Rhett is the kinkiest of us. But Elliot has his rough side, too. Even I do, although I enjoy being on the receiving end more.

As Elliot picks up his pace, we both groan. Then he wraps his clean hand around my dick, stroking me as he slams into me.

Part of me is surprised—and a little disappointed—that Elliot didn’t take the time to tie me up or restrain me in some way. But the look in his eyes tells me he’s just as impatient as I am.

“You feel so fucking good, Ell,” I grit out.

“Damn right I do.” He thrusts into me.

I moan, closing my eyes. He doesn’t let up, with his cock or with his hand, and within minutes his confidence is driving me maddeningly close to finishing. Of course, it’s not just his confidence. It’s that he’s had years upon years to explore my body, and he hasn’t left a single inch unturned.

Elliot is well acquainted with the many ways to fuck me into oblivion, and he knows it.

“You’re going to make me come,” I pant.

He smirks, somehow managing to fuck me even harder. “That’s right. And it’s going to push me over the edge. And then you’re going to take every last drop of cum I give you. Understood?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes.”

It doesn’t even take another minute before I let out a yell and come all over my stomach. Elliot must’ve been trying to hold himself back, because within seconds, he’s groaning, his thrusts finally slowing as he comes inside me.

Swearing, Elliot pants, “I love the way you feel.”

With a grin, I sit up. He plants a kiss on my forehead as he pulls out. We’re both hot and sweaty, and my stomach is a sticky mess, but I don’t care. This weekend was amazing, and this feels like a blissful extension of it.

“I love you, Ell.”

“Mmm. And I love you.”

“How could you not? I’m practically perfect.” I wink at him.

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