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  “Turn around,” I demand, and hope he doesn’t object.

  Elliott sits straight up in the bed, and situates himself to where his back is facing me, and looks over his shoulder watching my every move.

  Across his back, there are several different slashes that have scarred over time, but all at the expense of being rejected by his own flesh and blood. I get that feeling so much more than he even knows. Gently, I trace each one with a fingertip, then lean into him, caressing my lips across them as though I’m healing them for him. Wanting him know I don’t care about that, not in the way he thinks I do. It pains me to know he was hurt like this, in fact it pisses me the fuck off, and I have to tame my temper so he doesn’t think it’s him I’m angry with, because I’m not. It’s what my guy had to go through for being true to himself. My poor baby…

  Kissing the last one, I look up at him and see he’s fighting back tears.

  “You’re beautiful, Ell. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever known.” I crook my arm around his neck and pull him back to me as he lets out a deep breath.

  “Don’t!” That’s all he says, and I know he thinks I’m trying to be kind, but that’s not it at all. There’s much more to his story, and I want to hear it all.

  I gently push him down on his back, and lean over him. “There’s so much you don’t know about me, and maybe one day I’ll tell you, but you asked something from me and if you want to renege on it, then so be it, but I don’t. I want you in so many ways, and ninety-nine percent of them have nothing to do with getting off,” I whisper out, but in the boldest voice I can get to. “My baby, talk to me, please. Let me in.”

  He reaches up, sliding his arms around my neck, yanking me down to him, and my mind goes blank. My body acting on its own, grinding against him, and I begin thrusting into him as he moans.

  I know I was going somewhere with this conversation, but fuck-all if I can focus now.

  “Lube, condoms?” I blurt, trying not to let my excitement show.

  “Top drawer over there.” Elliott points to his wooden chest of drawers.

  I bound out of bed to the chest, but they’re not in plain sight, so I fumble through the smaller boxes, until I find a tube of lube. I quickly grab it and toss it to the bed, but notice all the play toys he has in here, while trying to locate the condoms. I smile at the fact the box is still closed and sealed. I love that. I hold it up in my hand, grinning at him.

  “Don’t laugh at me, Hunter. I had to keep the faith that one day, ya know, it might happen?” He smirks.

  It’s so god-damned adorable. I try to erase the grin from my face, hoping I don’t hurt his feelings. “Have faith in me,” I mumble, not even knowing what that really means.

  “I do, Hunter. Now show me I didn’t make the wrong choice.”

  Oh fuckenhell! Talk about flipping the script right back on me. Geezus! This man, where has he been my whole life?

  As I crawl back into bed, I straddle him, covering his mouth with mine, and our tongues tango in their own private dance. The slurps, and moans, grunts and groans almost shoot me off ahead of time.

  I peel the box of condoms open, then pull out one, tossing the box to the side. He reaches down and begins stroking me, making me so hard it feels like I’m about to explode. I close my eyes, trying to talk myself down, but how can I with his hand tugging on me at just the perfect speed and grip. Not so tight like he’s going to rub me raw, but so tender and perfect that I keep growing with his touch.

  Unwrapping the rubber, I place it on the end of my dick, pinching out that little spot on top and then roll it down my shaft. Elliott immediately hands me the lube, and I slick myself up and then squirt a bit more on two fingers, tossing it to the side.

  Leaning up on both knees, I scooch under the back side of his thighs, edging him up on me, as I slip one finger inside of him. He tenses around me, especially when I slide in past my big knuckles, and he tosses his head back on the pillow. I feel him clench around me and moan. Running in and out of him several times, I’m ready to add another finger, but not without his permission first.

  “I’m going to add a second finger, to loosen you up a little, okay?” I’m trying my best to be a good teacher for him and not catch him off guard with anything and scare him.

  He nods yes to me.

  The first time isn’t pleasant, it’s all about trust, period. To believe that someone is going to be understanding and patient, not out to hurt someone else, like my first time.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” Ell mumbles, biting the back of his hand, but with eyes alert and watching me.

  I insert another finger, slowly, and ease into him, stretching his muscles as I go, scissoring my fingers apart, then together, then apart again.

  God, I can’t wait to feel him around my cock.

  “You’re so tight, baby, feel so good around my fingers.” Slipping in and out of him for a few minutes, I’m ready to go further. “There’s a band of muscles that we have to get past, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s hard to do, but once we’re past that, it’s all gravy from there. I’m going to slip the head of my cock inside you now, okay?”

  “Yes. Hunter. Oh. My. God. Do it,” Elliott coaches me, which I appreciate.

  Lining my cock up with his hole, I jerk him forward, so his ass now rests up on my legs and I have the perfect position. Pushing slightly, I feel him clench as I start to push in.

  “You have to relax, baby. Trust me. Have faith in me, Elliott, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

  Ell takes a deep breath and his body relaxes, and the head of my swollen cock enters him. Oh…dear fuck, I could lose it right now, but I need to focus on him.

  I push forward, then slip back out, then inside again. Every time I pull back, he grinds his ass closer to me, urging me further. Oh, my Gawd, he’s basically riding me, and holy shit…

  I close my eyes, not wanting to do anything but feel our bodies fuse together, become one. I push back into him, going a little deeper with each pump into his majestic ass. Finally, we come to the ring of muscles, and somehow, I find his face with one hand, and we both stare into each other’s eyes.

  Pushing further, we have a silent conversation consisting of eye rolls, flutters, lip licking and biting, he grabs my hips, and pushes it a little bit more. I thrust forward, he bucks up, gnawing into his fist, letting me know he’s okay, and we get past the ring. He eases up the tension and clenches around me, just enough to let me know I can go further. Finally, inside of him, I watch as his eyes roll back and he’s lost in the moment. I pump harder and harder as he moans, and I groan.

  We make a beautiful symphony together.

  “Fuck, Hunter, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Ell yells.

  “Baby, you feel so amazing around me.” I thrust in harder, as his legs start to tremble at the same time mine do.

  “I’m going to come so hard. Oh Ell,” I belt out.

  “Me too, harder, fuck me harder, Hunter.”

  Holy shit, did Ell just say that? I’ve lost all sense of everything now.

  His ass tightens, constricts, and then releases around my cock as I slide in and out of him. “Oh, yeah, Ell, my baby, oh my God you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  Just as I finish the sentence or random ass rattling since I can’t find real words to complete anything, his ass clamps around me and his body rolls into a fit of quakes and shaking. Squirming and bending around mine. With that…I ripple out the first wave of my orgasm, as he does the same.

  I take his ass in my hands, loving how I can feel the rumble flow through him and I’m gone again.

  “Hunter…oh God yes, fuck. Fuck!” Come escapes the end of his cock and spurts up and over him, it’s like a waterfall erupting.

  “Yeah, baby, so perfect.” I’m enthralled in this erotic scene unfolding before me.

  I reach down for the mattress with my hands, trying not to pass out and fall on top of him. But my fuckenhell, that’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Everyt
hing about it is perfect and incredible.

  This man rocks my world in so many ways, I can’t even think straight, besides the fact I’m trying not to crush him right now. I’m spent, and this was better than I ever could’ve imagined.

  Chapter Eight

  Elliott

  My nerves are on end waiting for him to respond. I put myself out there in the most vulnerable of ways, but something is drawing me to him. Telling me he’s the one. I know he doesn’t deem himself worthy, but I see otherwise. I see my future when I look in his eyes. Only I don’t know what he sees in return.

  When he touched my scars, I wanted to bolt out of bed and run for the hills – never to be seen again. Scars from my most embarrassing, most humiliating, and yet my most humbling of experiences. But they didn’t turn him off, the tears I shed were not tears of pain, they were tears brought forth by the compassion he showed me. Lovingly kissing and caressing each one. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest with each brush of his lips. I knew in that moment that he’s the one for me.

  When his fingers entered me, I felt the burn, but I trusted him more than I could explain. Hell, even I didn’t know why I did, but I did. The way he spoke to me and walked me through the motions told me I’d made the right choice as I gave myself over to him both physically and emotionally. Trusting him to know what’s right for me, trusting him to care for me and not hurt me.

  I won’t lie, it hurt like hell when his head breached the tight muscle ring. I had to bite back the discomfort, chomping on my bottom hip as he filled me. The concentration on his face as he watched me conveyed more than mere words could’ve, giving way to what he holds deep inside. I’m falling for him, hard and fast. I only hope he feels the same way.

  After Hunter pulled out, he goes to the bathroom, tossing the condom and returning with a damp cloth and cleans me up. He lays beside me, linking our fingers together. I turn to him as he brings our hands to his lips, kissing each of my knuckles in turn.

  “Are you okay, Ell?” he asks.

  “More than okay, that was…wow…” is all I can say. This life changing event takes my breath away. It’s all I had imagined and more.

  “Yeah, baby, I felt it too.”

  We go to get up and I cringe upon standing, he gives me a sympatric look that clearly says sorry. I smile, this pain is well worth having. Almost like a trophy won after a stellar event. Definitely not something I’ll ever forget, but I’m in it for the long haul and I’m not about to let him or what he thinks he has to hide from me stand in our way.

  “Come on,” I tell him, while slipping into my shorts. “Granny left for church and won’t be back for hours. I’ll make us breakfast.”

  “You can cook?” Hunter seems surprised.

  “Of course, I can cook. Granny taught me everything she knows.” I wink at him and he tosses me that knee melting smile of his in return.

  We run upstairs wearing nothing more than shorts. I start digging out the breakfast fixings while he makes the coffee. It doesn’t matter that it’s lunch time, breakfast is what we’re having. As I bend over to pull the frying pans out of the oven drawer, Hunter snaps my ass with the kitchen towel. When I look up at him, he has a big ass shit eating grin plastered across his face. Smart ass.

  “Payback’s a bitch, love,” I warn him.

  The jackass winks at me and winds it up for another go.

  “Do you like your eggs Cajun style?” I ask.

  He gives me a What the Fuck look which makes me laugh.

  “I think Cajun it is.” My turn to wink.

  “Um, Cajun flavored?” he asks.

  “Um no, burnt breakfast for Hunter is Cajun style, to make up for that welt you put across my ass. Now you have to kiss it and make it feel better.” I wink before turning around. Probably not the right person to say that too because in the next instant, my pants are wrapped around my ankles and his lips are firmly planted against the welt on my ass. What this man does to me. I thought I was spent, but my dick is rock hard and damn near moving the dials on the stove aiming to turn the burners on.

  My stomach protests and he laughs.

  Pulling my pants back up he says, “Okay, I’ll leave you alone,” and he moves back to the coffee. “What can I do next?”

  “Pull two plates down from the cupboard above you and two forks from the drawer beside me.”

  “Aye, aye captain,” he says, blowing me a kiss and donning a half assed salute.

  I finish with the eggs, pull the bacon out of the oven, and fill our plates. Hunter pours our coffee and brings the cups to the table. A couple bites in, and the conversation picks right back up.

  “So, do you pay your Grandmother rent?” Hunter asks.

  “No. While I was in college she wouldn’t let me pay for anything more than occasional groceries. When I started working full time she told me no rent was due because the house was paid for. But I finally talked her in to letting me at least pay the utilities. She lives off a very limited income which consists of my Grandfather’s Navy pension. Granny never worked outside of the house by choice, but Gramps’ monthly check isn’t much and I want her to have fun money to go out with her friends. I try to buy groceries as often as I can, but she beats me to it most of the time.”

  “Sounds like the perfect set-up. Unfortunately, I never got to meet my grandparents,” he tells me.

  We finish eating then take our plates to the sink. Hunter insists on doing the dishes since I cooked, and I let him. Who am I to argue with free help? I wipe the cast iron skillet out with a paper towel.

  He asks, “Why aren’t you washing it?”

  “Granny always says the flavors come from the pan and any good cast iron skillet worth its weight is full of flavor,” I inform him.

  He laughs and goes back to washing.

  While he’s washing, I reach around him and flick suds up at his face. He turns around and nails me a good one with a handful of bubbles. This quickly escalates to a full-on bubble war, and by the end of it, the kitchen is covered in slippery suds. Knowing Granny will kick my ass for leaving a mess, we thoroughly clean after the giggling has subsided. This care free, playful bantering is exhilaratingly comfortable and I hope there will be more times like this to come. While we were putting away the last of the dishes, Granny comes in.

  “Boys, the kitchen looks great. Fantastic job,” she says. “My kitchen hasn’t shined like this in ages.”

  It takes all we have not to laugh. “Thanks Granny,” we say in unison before racing each other downstairs for some serious online battling.

  We opt to play the best of five games against each other versus online. I win the first two and watch as Hunter runs his hands through his hair in frustration. We load game three and I’m once again winning, which pisses him off even more. As we near the end of the game, he tosses down his controller and promptly seats himself between my legs.

  “Dude, the game’s not over yet,” I tell him, as he nibbles on my neck.

  “It is for me,” he says, pulling at the elastic band of my shorts. “You got a problem with that?” Hunter asks, ripping them all the way off.

  “Uh, no I guess not.” That’s enough for me as he starts stroking me to full erection. I toss my head back against the couch, “Ugh…”

  “Wow, is that all I get for my efforts? I guess I’ll have to try harder,” are the last words he speaks before wrapping those talented lips around my cock.

  “Fuck, Hunter. No one has ever been able to get me so hard, so quickly.” I thread my fingers through his hair, guiding him back and forth on my shaft. When I look down at him, I find he’s slipping two fingers in his mouth alongside my cock. Staring intently at me as he reaches beneath my ass, teasing my hole before sliding both fingers in at once.

  “Oh my God.” Still slightly sore from this morning I moan, as he reaches my sensitive spot. I arch my back shoving my dick in to the back of his throat.

  He gags, but never releases me. I fuck his mouth while his fingers continue
fucking me. With each jolt to my prostate, my grip in his hair increases. I hope I’m not hurting him, but all I can think about is filling his sweet pie hole with my come which is promptly coming to fruition.

  “Hunter. Oh, fucking sweet Jesus. Hunnttteerrr!” I bellow, not caring if my grandmother hears me as I fuck his face so hard I swear I’m leaving an indent in the back of his throat. He sucks and fucks me through the last spasm of my orgasm and then I release his hair. He leans forward, sliding his tongue into my open mouth so I can taste my juices on him. I should be disgusted by that act, but I’m not. It fucking turns me on and my dick twitches its approval.

  “Game over.” The fucker smirks as he pulls away.

  “Shit, you have one talented mouth and if that’s how you deal with losing a game then we’re playing all the damn time.”

  He laughs, sliding my pants back in place before taking the seat beside me. “Ell, I’m video gamed out and I need to get home to do my laundry. As much as I don’t want this day to end, I’m going to need to go home soon. Would you mind taking me back to the motel?”

  “No problem, let me catch my breath first.”

  “Elliott, could you and Hunter come upstairs please?” Granny hollers down the stairs.

  We look at each other knowing we were both thinking the same thing, shit she heard that.

  “Well crap, time to face the music. Let’s head up and hear her out,” I tell him.

  Embarrassed, we take the walk of shame upstairs to what we assume is going to be a royal ass chewing.

  “Boys?” she starts.

  “Yes, Granny,” we respond in unison.

  “I need your help with something.”

  “Um, okay. What’s up?” I ask, looking at Hunter.

  His face turns multiple shades of red.

  “It’s supposed to rain this week and I was wondering if you boys would be so kind as to clean the gutters out for me today?”

  “Well, I need to take Hunter home, but I can do it after I get back, Granny,” I tell her.