Page 100 of Sizzle
“He is, and quite a dish himself, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at it.
“Okay, Mom,” I say. “I’ve got to let you go now.”
“I love you, Alex.”
“Love you too.”
Elliot lets out the laugh he was obviously holding down the last few minutes.
“Andrew, huh?”
“You heard that?” Elliot wags his eyebrows at me.
“I hear everything,” he says, coming in close. “Should I be worried you’re going to throw me over for some hot young cooking class instructor your mom likes?”
Elliot’s gotten a whole lot more comfortable with the whole bisexual thing the last few months, though it took some adjusting. I keep telling him there’s no rush, not for any of it but least of all with anything physical. But every now and then, he surprises me with something like this.
He covers it up with teasing but I see the worry in his eyes. Like he feels what he does for me and for Joelle isn’t enough. It’s the sweetest thing I know about him, even if it pains me to see it.
I set the phone on the counter and turn to him, cupping his face in my hands.
“Look at me.” I wait until his eyes catch mine. “There is not even the smallest chance of another person taking your place in my world. How could they?”
His face is flushing, and I can feel the heat rising into his cheeks. When he speaks again, it’s so low I can’t make out the words.
“Say again?” I ask. Elliot clears his throat.
“I want to try,” he says, blushing fiercely now. Is he—? Does he mean—?
“I want to fuck you, Alex.”
Jesus Christ. The blood rushes from my head so fast I’m dizzy. We’ve been holding off on this. Considering the upheaval of the last few months, we all needed the extra breathing room. Not to mention, the last thing I’d ever want is to push Elliot into something he’s not ready for—Joelle either. It’s not like we’re in danger of running out of creative ways to make each other feel good.
“Are you sure?” My voice cracks but I’m too giddy to be embarrassed by it.
Elliot nods, his lips parting as I move in to kiss him, backing him up to the refrigerator so I can press our hips together.
“Feel that, Elliot?” I ask, nipping at his earlobe harder than usual. “Can you feel what it does to me, knowing I’m finally going to have you inside me?”
Elliot’s groan tells me all I need to know about whether he’s into the idea—that and the ridge of his erection bumping up against my fly. I run my palm over him, savoring the way it makes his body jerk.
It’s still surprising to me, how much he wants this. Sometimes I’m still surprised by how much I want it—that it’s okay for me to want him like this. We were friends for so long that it took us a little while to figure out how to be lovers, too.
Guess we’re still figuring it out. But like I keep telling Elliot, we’ve got time.
Elliot yanks at the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down before working his cock free of the fabric of his shorts. He boosts himself up on the counter and grabs my shirt, pulling me in between his legs, wrapping them tight around my hips to keep me close. The last layer of clothing between us is unbearable so I set to work, opening my belt and fly, yanking the pants down my hips.
The counter is just high enough to let me line our cocks up, but before Elliot can make it happen for me, I shove his knees wide and bend forward to suck him deep.
“Fucking hell, Alex,” he groans, hands already in my hair. I can taste the precum already leaking from the head of his cock. Pulling back off him with a pop, I look up at him.
He’s watching me suck him, that wide, sensual mouth open and gasping. His face is so familiar it could be my own.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he gasps. “Now for God’s sake, what are you waiting for?”