Page 80 of Sizzle
Elliot sucks in a breath, his fingers digging in at my hips, and it’s then I realize that touching him is not enough. I want nothing more in this life right now than to find out what he tastes like. I spin us around, pressing him back up against the wall, and drop to my knees.
“Alex—”
“Let me,” I say, looking up at him. When it’s clear he’s not going to stop , I open my eyes as I take him deep, burying as much of his cock in my mouth as I can. When I feel him pressing into my throat, I push myself forward on him just a little further.
“Fuck, Alex. Jesus fucking Christ.”
I back off then take him down deep again. His hands land on my head, tangling in my hair. When I feel them trembling, I thank God I’m already on my knees. That would have knocked me on my ass for sure.
I take him deep yet again, bringing my hand up over his on the back of my head. He opens his eyes at that, looking down to meet my gaze. I push my hand down on his.
He finally gets the message.
The next time I pull off him, I take a deep breath and hold it as I slide my mouth back over that monster dick. Elliot’s grip on my head tightens and he pushes, pushing me onto his cock, inching his way into the back of my throat.
I wait for it, heart racing, then he holds my head tight and shoves me down on his cock so hard my nose is buried into the skin next to his shaft. He humps against my face, riding for a hot second, then pulls my head back. I take a deep breath and go back, willing him to do it again.
He does.
The third time proves too much. Elliot’s gasping as he fucks my mouth in short, shallow strokes this time, giving me plenty of space to lick him over as he moves.
“Jesus, Alex, suck it. Suck me off. Do it. Make me come. Suck my fucking cock.” Elliot palms his dick, slick with my spit, jerking it fast and holding it against my lips. When I see his eyes roll back in his head, I suck the fat head, pulling hard, and he comes.
Elliot moans, hips jerking, his heat pooling in my mouth as I swallow him down over and over again. My own hand is flying on my cock and it doesn’t take long for me to follow him over the edge, spilling onto the floor between his feet.
Elliot’s hands are still in my hair, and slowly the rest of the world comes back into view. The sleet is coming down hard, battering the garage door. Steam is pouring off both our bodies now, and the cold air begins to register, making me shiver.
I squeeze my eyes shut and memorize the sound as I listen to Elliot catch his breath. I’ve been in love with this man for nearly all my adult life. How I ever managed to convince myself otherwise, I’ll never know. It never crossed my mind that I might be able to love him and someone else at the same time, but Joelle snuck her way in on me too.
For one brief, shining moment, I let myself imagine what we might have, the three of us. Together. Breakfasts at home, Elliot and Joelle bickering over who fixes what. I’d inevitably gain weight, living with those two, but Elliot would train with me and show me how he put on all that muscle over the last few years. Joelle would get off on watching that, I have no doubt. The thought puts a smile on my face.
And maybe, just maybe, a few years from now when Joelle is finished with culinary school and lands her dream job and Elliot’s rebuilt Duckbill and all three of us are ready… just maybe we can start filling the house with some little Joelles. Or little Elliots. Or any combination of the three of us.
The vision lasts no longer than one heavy breath, but it’s there, and it’s clear, and I can see it. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.
I take another breath, and this one is full of hope, more than I’ve ever had before.
Elliot shifts away from me and I settle back, rocking onto my heels and rising.
He’s not looking at me.
“Elliot.”
He shakes his head, jerking his jeans up over his hips, tucking his penis away and zipping the fly.
“Elliot, talk to me.”
“I can’t,” he says. His gravelly voice seems to be coming from far away, though he’s still standing right in front of me.
He sidesteps to avoid touching me, and it hurts worse than any blow he’s landed today, but he’s not done yet.
Elliot’s halfway across the garage when he turns his head. He’s not facing me, not even looking at me, but throwing the words back at me like a parting shot.
“I can’t do this without her,” he says.
And then he’s gone.
It’s so fucking cold out here. I don’t know how long I stand there, the smell of sex in the air, the taste of him in my mouth. But it’s so fucking cold. I don’t think I’ll ever be warm again.