Page 59 of Sizzle
I’ve got a pretty good idea Elliot’s full of shit, but it’s hot as hell hearing him work her up even further so I keep the thought to myself. I nip at her lips, tracing them with my tongue as she moans.
“Are you serious right now? You won’t do it?” she whines.
“Smart girl,” says Elliot. I can’t see what he’s doing with his fingers but by the way Joelle is starting to shake, I can guess.
“Go on, baby,” I urge. “Tell him what he wants to hear.”
Joelle moans.
“Fuck me, Elliot.”
I watch Elliot grip his dick, lining up the head, and plunge.
Joelle’s coming before he even bottoms out. Crying out and shaking with it, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Elliot’s a stronger man than I would be at that moment. He holds himself still, rigidly so. It costs him—pain darts across his face, along with a tenderness that takes my breath away.
Joelle is gasping between us, her head resting on the bed. If I so much as stroke my dick right now, I’m going to blow.
A million heartbeats later, Joelle raises her head.
“Come here, Alex.”
I step toward her, awed by the glorious flush on her face.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I tell her. I stroke her cheek, bringing her face back to mine when she tries to look away. “I mean it.”
“Thank you,” she says. “Now can I please suck you off?”
“Fuck yes,” says Elliot, his hands stroking across her hips like he can’t help himself. “Suck that fat cock, Joelle.”
Christ.
She takes all of me in without preamble. When she pulls back off the head to catch her breath, Elliot thrusts into her, causing her lips to bump up against my tip. Joelle catches on quick, sucking me deep, then pulling back as Elliot draws himself out of her. Over and over, their eyes on me until I can’t stand it anymore. I fist my hands in Joelle’s hair to hold her in place and begin to pump the head of my cock between her lips. Not too deep, but sweet Christ, just enough. Elliot’s pounding her so hard I can hear his skin slapping against hers. She’s staring up at me, keeping eye contact all the while, until I see her begin to tremble again and I know she’s coming. I pull back as she gasps for air, Elliot pumping hard against her, his hand working her clit.
“Yes, yes, Christ,” says Elliot. “Come for us. Fucking come.” Joelle screams this time, and when Elliot looks me right in the eye, I come so hard the room goes white. I cant my hips back, painting Joelle’s back with it. The first spurt lands on the curve of her ass, right over Elliot’s hand on her hip. He picks up speed then, smearing my come into her skin with his thumb as he pounds his own release into her, coming with a roar.
God Almighty.
Elliot’s braced over Joelle’s back, kissing her shoulders and whispering. I can’t hear what he’s saying but I can guess, which means it’s time to remove myself from this picture, much as I loathe the thought of leaving them now.
I force myself to be useful instead, heading to the bathroom for towels and washcloths. I take an extra minute, washing my hands and cleaning up, trying to give them a little more time alone. Long after they ride off into the sunset together, I’ll be replaying tonight in my head every day for the rest of my life. I already know it.
I step back in the room, tossing a towel to Elliot. Wiping my handiwork off Joelle’s back takes me longer than it should. I hear a hint of a giggle from where her face is pressed into the mattress.
“Something funny?”
She lifts her head and damn near gets poked in the eye for her trouble. Unbelievable. I shouldn’t be this hard again so soon. Guess my thoughts ran away with me.
“If you want some help taking care of that,” she says, raising an eyebrow at my hardening cock, “I’m going to need sustenance first,” says Joelle. Elliot stands up from the bed, pulling on his boxer shorts, his eyes zeroing in on my no-longer flaccid cock. His eyebrows damn near hit the roof and the extra attention has the effect of puppet strings, jerking my cock up toward my stomach. He drags his gaze away, reaching down to adjust himself. My mouth is watering.
This is not the time. Break. We need a break.
“Food’s a good idea,” I say, making a grab for my pants and pulling them on. “Let’s order something.”
I head to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and gulping it down as I listen to Elliot and Joelle bicker about takeout options. My phone’s blinking at me from its charger on the counter and I tap the screen to pull up the message.
I miss you. Can we talk?