Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Elliot wasn’t even able to form any coherent words anymore, moaning instead, but the intense throbbing in his cock told Knight that he’d be coming any moment.
The immense satisfaction of having the first spurt of cum hit his palate exploded in Knight’s stomach. Arousal trickled down to his balls.
He swallowed the hot cum, but the second spurt came too early and drizzled down Knight’s chin and neck. He groaned, unsure whether he liked the taste, but he took it all anyway, oddly excited by drinking Elliot’s sperm. So he licked around his lips and wiped the remaining cum off his face with his forearm, so excited and hard he didn’t know yet how he wanted to finish.
“Fuck, Elliot...”
Elliot’s lips seemed so plump and red as he panted heavily with his eye trained on Knight. “Come up to me,” he pleaded, leaning down the few inches the hook allowed him to.
Knight pulled his finger out of Elliot’s warm body and stood up, seeking the pleading mouth and eager to be rewarded for his first try. His own dick was so hard it felt like it would fall off if he couldn’t come soon, and so he grabbed it by the base and nudged Elliot’s thigh as they kissed.
Elliot twisted to rub against it, like a cat against its owner, and his lips were just as eager. Too turned on to take his time with prepping Elliot’s ass, Knight decided to jerk off instead. Quick and easy, prodding against Elliot’s skin and enjoying the hungry kisses seasoned with the taste of Elliot’s spunk.
Pleasure pushed him farther against Elliot, and when he came, it was against that soft, warm skin, and with his body pressed tightly against Elliot’s. Lightheadedness had Knight resting his cheek against Elliot’s shoulder and slowly putting his arms around the slim body encased in the straitjacket that was likely becoming sweltering.
“That was... hot,” whispered Knight, and Elliot nodded against him without uttering a word.
Minutes passed in the pleasant silence until eventually Knight trusted himself to move. All he wanted was his bed and Elliot lying next to him. He poked Elliot’s head with his and stole a kiss, once more bringing their bodies closer.
Elliot’s dark gaze finally focused on Knight again. So much mystery still hid inside of Elliot, and it felt as if that eye was the doorway into Elliot’s heart. If only Knight looked long enough, he’d understand Elliot completely.
“I love you so, so much,” Elliot choked out as if it was a sad thing.
Knight stopped breathing. With the bitter taste of Elliot’s cum still lingering in his mouth he didn’t expect to hear something like this. Not the words—those he’d heard often enough, but the tone they were delivered in. It wasn’t a declaration based on how good the sex had been. It was real and so raw it was choking him up.
Elliot took a deep breath and hung his head, pressing his forehead against Knight’s shoulder, as if he wished to hide his face.
Knight swallowed, hugging Elliot and stroking the soft hair at the back of his neck. His heart was furiously beating in his chest. It got so fast at some point that he was no longer sure if he was excited or afraid. “I take it you enjoyed that. My first, so be gentle with reviews.”
“It was perfect,” Elliot whispered, pressing against Knight as if he wanted to melt into his skin. “You are perfect. And every time we’re close I love you more.” Elliot’s breath trembled, and the wetness on Knight’s skin where Elliot’s face was had Knight’s nerves on high alert.
He quickly detached Elliot from the hook and gently urged him to the bed. “Are you okay? Did that fucker tell you something mean again?” hissed Knight, already wishing he could give Fane a body, just so that he could kill him again.
“No, it’s all my fault.” Elliot shook his head so that his bangs would cover his eye. “I don’t want to spoil this moment for you, but it’s hit me so hard, and I can’t help it anymore.”
Knight sighed and helped Elliot lie down before climbing in with him. He slid his arm under Elliot’s neck and kissed his forehead. “But babe, you haven’t spoiled anything. It’s all good.”
Despite tears that were slowly making Knight’s body hair bristle, Elliot rolled closer. “It’s not. I’m spoiling it all because I’m not like you. I can’t share you. This is so messed up. I knew this. But I couldn’t help myself, and now it hurts even more. I love you too much already, and if I even survive until next month, it will kill me when you decide you want to fuck someone else.”
Knight’s body slumped, and he slowly rolled to his back, staring at the ceiling while Elliot’s head still weighed down his bicep. He rubbed his chest where it felt too tight but didn’t dare look at Elliot, suddenly intimidated by the weight of what he’d just heard. “Huh.”