Page 57 of Sizzle
Elliot swallows hard but he nods, still meeting my eyes. The spark of hope ignites again inside me, so strongly I can’t shut it off for a moment, and my knuckles graze his stomach again.
Joelle is watching us where our hands are joined at Elliot’s waist.
Remembering my goal, I pull my hands back to circle her wrists, urging her hands forward.
“Go on, sunshine. Let’s see what he’s got, hm?”
Fuck.
Elliot’s eyes are back on mine with that statement, the memory of what we did the last time he was in my bedroom written all over his face. My hips move of their own accord, seeking the heat I can feel rolling off Joelle in waves. When our bodies make contact, she moans. It prompts her into action.
She pops open the button of Elliot’s fly, simultaneously arching her back to rub her ass against me. Elliot takes her hands off his zipper to wrestle with it himself. I toy with the idea of making him let her handle it, but given the erection he’s sporting just now… better safe than sorry.
He’s barely gotten the zipper down when Joelle wraps her hands around the waistband of his jeans and shoves them down around his thighs. His cock pulls free of the fabric, swinging up right into her hand. I trail my fingers up her arms and down her back, coming to grip her hips. I set my mouth against her ear once more.
“Poor Elliot. Looks like he could use some help with that. Don’t you think, Joelle?”
“Jesus, Alex.” Elliot wraps a thick hand around the base of his long cock and squeezes.
I shake my head.
“Nope,” I say. “Hands off.” Elliot’s glaring at me now, but he obeys, and God, that’s fucking hot.
“Can I—” Joelle starts. “I want—”
“What, sunshine?” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back into me, unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down out of the way. “What do you want?”
She curls her hand around the back of my neck and twists back to look up at me. She bites her lip, not quite sure, but I’m not having it.
“You can have anything you want. Anything at all, Joelle. There is nothing we wouldn’t do for you.” I meet Elliot’s eyes and he nods.
“But you have to say it,” he tells her. “Out loud.”
Joelle licks her lips and takes a deep breath, looking up at Elliot.
“Can I suck you off?”
I think Elliot’s about to spill just hearing her say it. I feel like I might, and it’s not even my dick she’s after. Joelle drops to her knees between my feet. Struck by inspiration, I follow suit, kneeling behind her on the soft carpet near the bed and tucking my hard cock up against her ass once more as I slide my hands around to stroke her breasts.
Joelle reaches out to touch him, veering off target at the last second and stroking his thigh instead. Elliot groans, peering down at us, his eyes flicking back and forth between us.
A thought occurs to me.
“Have you done this before?” I whisper to Joelle for her ears only. She turns a little my way.
“It’s been a while,” she whispers back.
“Nothing to it,” I whisper, then continue loud enough Elliot can hear. “Take his cock in your hand.” Elliot moans as she complies. “Elliot, open your eyes. Look at how big your dick looks in her hand.”
“Jesus, Alex. Are you trying to get me off already?”
Heat is burning in my gut and before I can consider their impact, the words come out. “We’ll have to try that sometime.” His eyes go wide and I hurry to distract us all before he can freak out.
“Stroke him, Joelle. Nice and easy at first,” I tell her. “You don’t have to be gentle, but watch the friction.”
“Then again,” says Elliot in a rough voice, “some guys like a little burn.”
The heat inside me swells up, stretching through the tip of my cock and now I’m leaking pre-cum like it’s going to put out a fire.