by Skyler Snow
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I did.”
Elliot crawled off of my lap and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he still had a bulge in his pants. His breathing was still a little heavy. He wasn’t finished yet and I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
“Let me help you.”
I got off the couch, kneeling in between his legs as his eyes watched my every move. I placed my hands on his thighs letting them run up to the hem of his pants and looking up at his face for permission. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Oh.” He nodded hard. “Yes... yes I do.” He gasped. I pulled his pants down and through his boxers I could see his cock straining against the thin fabric. He had a damp spot where the head of his cock was. I gave it a gentle stroke and froze when the sound Elliot made was a strained moan, his hips thrusting into my hand. He was rock hard in my hand. Twitching, the clear precum still dripping out of his cock as I slowly stroked him. My free hand going to the hem of his boxers and gently tugging on them.
“Yes, God yes.” His own hands went to his underwear tugging them down to around his knees, freeing his dick. It was flushed red at the tip and dribbling precum. It didn’t even look like we would need any lube. I wrapped my hand around it. We stared at each other for a tense moment before my hand moved and Elliot’s eyes shut as he hissed in pleasure.
Keeping the pace relatively slow, I watched as Elliot fell apart in my hand. First, he tried to hold onto some semblance of control. Biting down on his lip to keep himself from moaning too loudly or maybe thrusting into my hand to make me go faster. As I continued picking up the pace, he truly unraveled under my gaze. His threw his head back, exposing his neck that was now decorated with marks. His face twisted up in pleasure and the filthy wet sounds were drowned out by his whimpering moans.
Elliot’s cock twitched in my hand and I felt his hands dig into my shoulders. I stroked him through his orgasm feeling the thick ropes of cum coat my hand. His face was almost pressed up against mine. I could feel the warm breath on my face as he panted, every breath of his turning to a moan near the end.
“Elliot? You all right?” I asked, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my stomach. I could go for a round two already, but Elliot went completely limp, slumping back against the couch with a dazed look on his face.
“Oh, I’m great.” He grinned up at me. “Just fucking perfect.”
We both laughed and I had never felt lighter in my life.
15
Elliot
The following Wednesday, Scott was already home when I walked into the house. I had kind of gotten a handle on his schedule and Wednesdays were usually long days for him, but here he was.
“How come you’re home early?” I asked.
I dropped my backpack by the couch and immediately straddled Scott where he sat on the couch.
“Hi,” he said, giving me that smile that made me melt.
“Hi,” I replied, then leaned in for a kiss.
God, kissing him had become one of my top five favorite things. The other four were things he did to me.
When I pulled back, our eyes held. “Hi,” I whispered again, smiling. Because that was just what he did to me. He made me want to smile.
“Hi.” Elliot repeated, lips twitching. “Since we said it twice, do we get to kiss twice?”
I leaned in for yet another kiss, this one deeper, and Scott ran his hands down my back. He stopped at the top of my jeans, teasing the skin there. His fingers on my bare skin had my body coming to life.
Then everything stopped when he pulled back and dropped his hand.
“Okay, no, this is not the plan.” Scott’s breathing was heavy and his eyes heavy-lidded. I could also feel the outline of his cock on my ass, and I ground down.
Scott moaned and held on to my waist, but instead of what I wanted, which was him carrying me into his room, he smacked my ass, and said, “Stay, boy, or you will get a spanking.”
I stopped moving immediately although my brain and body seemed to be interested in the whole spanking idea.
“You like that, don’t you?” Scott’s voice was more of a growl than before. “You want Daddy to put you over his knee and spank you?”
My body lit up just thinking about it, and I shifted on his lap. But his hand tightened around my waist, keeping me where I was.
“Words, baby boy. I need words.”
“Yes, yes please.” My voice came out breathy and my cock was now at attention.
“Well, only good boys get spankings from Daddy.”
“I’m a good boy,” I whispered.
Scott’s hand went behind my head and pulled me closer, till our lips almost touched, “Yes, you are.” The sound of his voice, the breath from his lips ghosting over mine, made me shiver. “But tonight, I get to take my good boy out for dinner on our very first date.”
My heart stopped and I leaned back. “You’re taking me on a date.”
“Why do you sound so surprised, Elliot? Of course I am.”
“It’ll be my first real date,” I murmured, my cheeks heating.
Scott growled, and I put my hand on his chest. I could feel the sound all the while looking in his eyes, and the possessiveness in there was hard to miss.
“You like that.” I kept the smile out of my voice.
“I probably shouldn’t. I didn’t think I would, but I love knowing that all your firsts belong to me.” His eyes got that look in them I was starting to recognize. It was the one a predator got before pouncing on their prey.
And I was very happy prey. I wanted to be sure he got all my lasts too. It was probably foolish. No one ended up with their first boyfriend forever, unless it was some kind of high school sweetheart thing. But there was this part of me that knew that Scott was it for me.
But I kept it to myself because I didn’t want to freak him out. I might be a newbie at the whole relationship thing, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t something you blurted after only dating for a few weeks.
“I like that you’re all my firsts too.” Well, apart from kisses, but I decided those didn’t count since they weren’t nearly as good.
Scott got to his feet and I thought that maybe I had finally worn him down. The thought of his mouth on me had my body coming to life.
Not that my cock hadn’t been half hard since I’d walked into the apartment. And before when you thought of him.
I chuckled because that was true too.
Scott carried me toward the bedroom, only he stopped outside mine. Not that I had slept there since the first night we… yeah, but all my stuff was still in there.
“I can tell where your mind went but first dinner. I made a reservation and I am going to take my boy on a date.”
I smiled, even though other parts of me were not necessarily as excited.
“So, where are you taking me on this date?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Scott said, smiling.
I pouted but Scott didn’t budge. “That’s not going to work, boy. Now down you get.”
My legs tightened around his waist instead and he chuckled. Then I finally unwound them for him to lower me to the ground.
“Why is it so hard to let you out of my arms?” Scott whispered, his arms around my body.
“I like being in your arms, too,” I whispered.
His eyes crinkled, like they did whenever he smiled and my hands itched to paint him. I’d tried to do it from memory, but I hadn’t captured that thing in his eyes that made him so Scott.
Scott finally let me down and took a step back, almost like he had to put physical distance between us. I didn’t blame him because I wanted to jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his trim waist. I couldn’t remember ever being drawn to anyone like I was to him.
I felt safe in Scott’s arms… seen and understood in a way I never had before.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that,” Scott said. “Nope, you’re not tempting me, boy. I plan to take my boy out on a
date and that is what I am going to do. Ten minutes to get ready then we have to get on the way.” Scott said it in that firm voice that made it so I didn’t want to say no to him.
16
Scott
DJ had invested in a new Italian restaurant, and even though it had been booked solid for months since the reopening, he’d gotten Elliot and me a table.
When we walked in, there was a canopy of twinkling lights. It had that Italian family-owned intimate feel. And it was very romantic.
I loved the look on Elliot’s face as he looked around.
“I don’t feel like I’m in LA anymore,” Elliot sighed, as he looked around.
“Yeah it does seem like we left the city.”
Once we’d arrived and I’d given them our names, we were immediately led to a table at the back of the restaurant. As we walked through the dining room, I admired the bubbling fountains and white tablecloths creating a welcoming ambiance, evoking a Tuscan trattoria I’d been to while in Italy.
Once we were seated and handed menus, the waiter left. Elliot put his hand out and took mine. “Thanks for bringing me here,” he said. “It’s so pretty.”
“I’m glad you like it, and maybe one day I will be able to take you to Italy. Show you some of my favorite spots.”
“I would love that,” Elliot said, his gorgeous lips curving in a smile.
“We can see the sights and set up in different places for you to paint,” I said. And I meant every word. I wanted to share everything with Elliot, but I didn’t want to scare him because he was so young. At his age, I hadn’t even been thinking about settling down.
I felt a knot in my stomach just thinking about it, but I shoved that down. I wasn’t going to let it ruin tonight.
“I don’t know what to order.” Elliot’s whispered words pulled me out of my thoughts.
“How about pasta? I know you like spaghetti,” I suggested.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to eat something that I could have at home.” Elliot bit his lips as his eyes scanned the menu.
“Trust me, babe, whatever you have will taste way better than what we have at home.”
“Hey, but I like your cooking,” Elliot said.
“I know, but this authentic Italian. My recipe is from an online website.”
“At least it’s not from a can,” he pointed out. “If I wasn’t living with you, I bet it would be all-ready meals all the time.”
“That’s why it’s my job to make sure my boy eats well,” I said.
Elliot reached out and covered my hand that was on the table. “You take such good care of me.”
“It’s my pleasure.” I smiled at him—and it really was. I loved taking care of Elliot, making sure he slept and ate properly. I’d even managed to get him out on more hikes with me. We’d both found he wasn’t a big fan of the gym, although he did seem to like the climbing wall.
He nodded and then said, “I think I’ll have carpaccio as an appetizer and risotto for dinner.”
I signaled for the waiter and placed our orders. Sparkling water for me and a glass of sweet white wine for Elliot. I’d noticed he wasn’t a fan of red.
With the waiter gone, I focused on Elliot. “So, how was work today?”
“Not bad. We’re starting on a new project this week. So it was a lot of strategy sessions with the creators to make sure we get what they want right.”
“Mmm. But you’re enjoying your work?” I checked because I knew Elliot had the tendency to not say what he was feeling.
“I am, honestly. Everyone is really cool, and they listen to me when I make suggestions.”
“I’m sure they do because you’re very good at what you do,” I reminded my boy, because he was inclined to forget.
Elliot’s cheeks flushed, but he whispered, “Thank you.”
“What about you? You were home early,” he said.
That tingling feeling I got when Elliot called my apartment home appeared. I knew he’d been saying it since he moved in and maybe I was a wishful old fool, but I wanted it to be his home. Now, I felt like it had more meaning behind it. I knew the initial plan was for him to stay with me till he got on his feet, but I didn’t want him to move out… ever.
“I wanted to take you out, so I had one of the PTs cover my last two clients.”
Elliot’s lips curved, I was tempted to lean in and taste the smile on his lips.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” he whispered.
“I know, but I wanted to. I love that we spend evenings after work having dinner together or watching something on TV, or you trying to make me less of a crappy artist.” That one got a smile from him. “But I want us to go out, have fun, and do all the things boyfriends do.”
“Boyfriends?” Elliot’s eyes widened.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was rushing things. I knew his generation sometimes didn’t need labels.
“We don’t have to use that word if you’re not comfortable with it, but I just thought that—”
Elliot interrupted me. “No, I like the boyfriend word. It’s perfect.”
I smiled. “Although, some would argue that I may be slightly too old to have the boyfriend tag attached.”
“You’re not old,” Elliot said. His eyes lowered to my chest, stopping where I’d left the first two buttons of my shirt undone. His tongue came out and he licked his lips.
My body lit up when our eyes met, and I saw the need in his. Thankfully, before I could do what my cock was telling me, the waiter arrived with our meals.
Elliot looked away and I had to shift in my seat, trying to get the bulge in my pants under control.
“Enjoy,” the waiter said, then backed away.
I lifted my glass of water and drank almost half, and I saw that Elliot was doing the same with his wine. I didn’t want him tipsy, so I said, “That’s enough wine, Elliot.”
He looked up at me and lifted the glass to his lips again, then drank.
There was a defiant look in his eyes that had me flashing back to the conversation we had earlier.
My thoughts were confirmed when Elliot said, “Does that mean I get a spanking now for being naughty?”
I guess I would have to make an exception and spank the naughty too. My cock that had barely gone down hardened again, thinking about my mark on his ass. His ass red from a spanking as I pushed my cock into his waiting hole.
“Careful, boy. You’re playing with fire. Naughty boys don’t get to come.”
Elliot shivered at my words, and fuck, did I love how responsive he was.
“You’re going to want to eat Elliot, because I have a feeling you’ll be needing the energy.”
He picked up his fork and began eating obediently. All the while the tension between us grew.
We managed to finish our dinner, but I instructed the waiter to box up the dessert to go for us. I had plans for my boy.
The minute we made it through the door, our hands were all over each other. I ripped Elliot’s clothes off, a groan on my lips as I attacked his throat. My teeth and tongue drew languid, desperate moans from him, which only fueled me on further.
“You were mighty brave at the restaurant.” I pushed my fingers through his hair and yanked him closer. My breath brushed against his ear. “I’ve warned you before what would happen if you were bad.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Elliot breathed. I loved when he went into Daddy mode. It was different than his other modes. This one was a pure lustful little demon that craved me in every conceivable way. I loved that. “I’ve been really, really bad,” he purred.
My cock jumped in the confines of my underwear. Elliot had no business being that damn sexy. My chest tightened. He reached up and pushed his hand beneath my shirt. Dragging his nails down the fur on my chest while he blinked up at me. Looking both innocent and evil at the same time.
“Come here.” I picked Elliot up and tossed him over my shoulder. The squeal that left his lips made me grin as I carried him down the hall to
my bedroom.
My bedroom. I said that as if Elliot didn’t sleep there every single night now. The only time he wasn’t in bed was when he had to stay up late. Then he’d use the living room, or his old room so that I could rest—which generally didn’t happen. I always ended up wandering out there. Making him a snack or just sitting beside him and watching TV, while he curled up against me working.
I dropped Elliot onto the bed and smiled down at him. We hadn’t had sex yet, not in the traditional sense. I’d wanted to wait. He was so inexperienced and still finding out who he was. I thought it was better to take it slow. There were a ton of things we could do before penetration ever happened and I was happy to do them.
I slipped out of my clothes and tossed them aside without a care. My mind was completely on Elliot. Once I was naked, I pulled Elliot forward and onto my lap. My fingers worked slowly to pull his clothes away and toss them aside.
My hand caressed his ass, the soft, warm skin that quivered underneath my palm. I knew he was waiting for something to happen, but I wanted to make him wait. Elliot thrust his hips back and whined.
“Please,” he whispered.
I could feel his hard, wet cock pressed against my legs. “Please what?” I asked as if I had no idea.
“Please, spank me.” He inhaled a shaky breath. “Please spank me, Daddy.”
I raised my hand and brought it down onto his skin. The sound filled the room, and he gasped as his hands gripped my leg, the blanket—anything within reach. I rubbed my palm against his surely stinging flesh and did it again. Every strike of my palm against his body made him squirm and moan for me more.
“Be still, boy.” My words were gruff. I was just in awe of him, stretched out across my lap. His beautiful creamy skin, his whimpered moans. I loved it.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” he panted and tried to hold still as I swatted him again, taking him off guard.
“Tsk, you moved again.” I shook my head. “I think you need more punishment.”
“Please…”