aren't you just the cutest damn thing."
Spencer turned to see the biggest, baldest, sexiest man he'd ever seen smiling
down at him. He couldn't believe a man so gorgeous was speaking to him but
wasn't stupid. He thrust out a hip and gave one of his carefully practiced
poses and he winked at the man.
"I can be
very cute but you'll have to make it worth my while. Can you make it worth my
while? I can make it worth yours. I'm really good at that, you know, making it
worth your while. I can do that."
eyebrow arched on the man's forehead. Elliot felt his skin tingle when a large
hand curled around his wrist and pulled him closer. He was suddenly pressed up
against a hard wall of male muscles. Elliot's toes curled, his cock hardened
behind his zipper. He almost purred. He wanted to purr but that would mean
giving up the game before the chase even began.
trailed his finger down cotton covered abs. He looked up at the impressive man
through the soft fall of his bangs. "How cute would you like me to be because
I can be really cute when I need to be. I'll bet I can be even cuter than you
can imagine." Elliot's head cocked to one side. "Although sexier is better
than cute, don't you think?"
couldn't stop his purr this time. It just slipped out of his lips, pulled by
something beyond his control, lust, pure and simple lust. "Would you like to
see me do sexy?" he asked as he pressed closer to the man. "I think I do sexy
much better than cute, although I can still do cute if you really want me to.
Cute is good. Cute is great in fact." Elliot frowned as he looked at the
handsome man. He shook his head. "You couldn't do cute. You just wouldn't be
able to pull it off. You're too sexy. I'm cute, but you're downright drool
worthy. No, sexy is more your line. Maybe I should just stick to cute?"
of hard body he pressed up against was impressive but not as much as the hard
shaft he could feel against his abdomen. The finger that lay against his lips
stopped Elliot from speaking, but just barely. Elliot was a talker. He knew
that, especially when he was nervous.
ever stop talking?"
shook his head, his eyes wide. He hoped he hadn't turned the man off by
talking too much. It had happened before. Elliot always talked too much. He
tried to stop but then he opened his mouth and all bets were off.
"What if I
gave you something else to do with your mouth?" He paused, gazing at Elliot
speculatively. "Would you stop talking then?"
blinked. He nodded quickly then thought about it. Staying quiet just wasn't
something he could do, not without a gag in his mouth and he didn't want to
lie to the gorgeous man in front of him. Elliot's lower lip slipped out into a
pout when he shook his head.
chuckled deeply. His deep dark silver eyes twinkled as he rubbed the pad of
his thumb across Elliot's lower lip. "You have the fullest, plushest lips I've
ever seen on a man but I'll bet you hear that a lot, don't you?"
nodded. What else could he do? He did hear it a lot. He had full sexy plush
lips and long girly eyelashes. He was often referred to as pretty, never
handsome. The delicate bone structure and soft curves of his body didn't help.
He looked like a girl. He even had what he heard referred to as a bubble butt.
feeling of the man's thumb grazing his lips sent shots of electricity zinging
through his body. Unable to stop himself, Elliot stuck his tongue out and
licked the man's thumb tentatively. Hot, masculine flavor exploded across his
tongue, drowning his senses.
groaned. Damn! He really wanted to taste the man. He wanted to stop thinking
of him as the man. He wanted a name, a relationship status, and then he
wanted a flat surface…maybe a wall.
wall would be good, Elliot thought. The big man could push him up
against the wall and…a sharp grip on his chin had Elliot's eyes snapping
up to meet the man's.
ya go, pretty baby?"
dropped his eyes as his face heated up, both because he had been envisioning
the man fucking him against the wall and Elliot didn't even know his name, and
because the man called him pretty baby. Elliot liked that.
"Uh uh." A
hand under his chin made Elliot look back up. "I want to see those beautiful
baby blue eyes," the man drawled. Elliot opened his mouth and gently bit down
on the thumb pressing against his lips. He watched the man to see his
eyes grew openly amused. "You're very oral, aren't you?"
flushed again but remained silent. It was almost killing him not to talk. He
had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but the man seemed to
want him to remain silent and Elliot wasn't going to do anything to fuck this
often that Elliot got the chance to be held up against a body of this man's
caliber. Men like him didn't go for men like Elliot. He was too pretty, too
feminine, too giggly. If it took him keeping his mouth shut to get the man to
hold him a little longer, he'd staple his lips together.
is Nash, Thomas Nash. Most people call me Tommy but you can call me lover."
When Tommy tried to pull his thumb out of Elliot's mouth, he protested,
refusing to let go until the man arched an eyebrow at him again. Tommy
chuckled. "What's your name, pretty baby?"
opened his mouth to answer then stopped. He stared at Tommy until the man
nodded and smiled. "My name is Elliot, Elliot Spencer, but I really like it
when you call me pretty baby so if you just wanted to call me that,
well…" Elliot shrugged. "I really like it and it would be okay with me, I
mean, if that's what you wanted to call me and all. Elliot is fine too, or
Ell. Even Spencer, you could call me Spencer but that sounds too much like a
first name so that might not be right but—"
suddenly slammed over Elliot's, stealing his words and any remaining air in
his lungs. Elliot grabbed onto Tommy's shirt and held on as his legs buckled
beneath him. His insides jangled with excitement at the feel of Tommy's mouth.
lips were hard, searching, his tongue delving deep to explore and clash with
Elliot's. The caress of Tommy's lips along his, the feel of the man's hand
down the side of his body set Elliot aflame. He burned for Tommy's touch, the
feel of his masculine body, just for more.
finally lifted his head, Elliot could only stare up at him, dazed. Tommy
chuckled and brushed the back of his hand along Elliot's swollen lips. "I do
believe I've found a way to keep you quiet, pretty baby."