His heart thudded noisily within him when Tommy bit down on the soft flesh of his neck. Elliot cried out loudly as Tommy's touch brought him to another blistering orgasm. His gaze grew hazy and his head fell back against the seat as he covered Tommy's hand with his release.
Elliot hovered in a blissful state, the touch of Tommy's lips on his throat oddly soft and caressing. He wrapped one hand around Tommy's head, holding him there and reached for the buttons of Tommy's pants with the other.
Tommy quickly grabbed Elliot's hand, stopping him. Elliot tilted his head back and stared at Tommy in confusion when the man just smiled at him and shook his head. Didn't Tommy want him to return the favor? Tommy brought him to orgasm twice. He'd had none.
"I'm not going to come until I'm buried balls deep in your ass, pretty baby," Tommy said as he pushed Elliot's hand away. He gave Elliot one more quick kiss, his silver grey eyes sliding to the bite on Elliot's neck before he scooted back to his side of the car.
An ache grew in Elliot's throat as he watched Tommy start the car and drive it back onto the road. Tommy treated him like he was something special, something precious. Elliot wanted to do the same for him. He just didn't know if he could.
In the experience department, Elliot wasn't a virgin but close enough. He'd been kissed plenty of times but usually only once or twice before his overactive mouth chased the men away. He'd been fucked exactly once, and it hadn't been that memorable.
Besides the physical act itself, Elliot's one main memory was the fact that the guy fucking him only wanted to fuck him to get to Elliot's father. It had been one of those make nice with the son to get to the father type of things. The moment it was over, the man pretty much forgot that Elliot existed. Elliot's father never let him forget that he'd been used either.
"Tommy, have you ever heard of Spence Corp?" Elliot asked quietly, holding his breath as he waited for Tommy's response.
"No, should I have?"
"You've never invested money before?"
Tommy shook his head. "I bought a house a couple of years back but I went through the bank here in town for my home loan. Does that count?"
Elliot grinned. "Yes, that counts."
"Spence Corp," Tommy said, "as in Spencer Corporation? Any relation to Elliot Spencer?"
Damn! Elliot cringed. "My father's company."
"Cool, my father is the mayor of Wolf Creek." Tommy shrugged. "I think local government is kind of a family thing. My brother, Joe, is the local sheriff and my cousin Robby is a deputy."
"And you didn't go into the family business because … ?" Elliot felt Tommy's chuckle as if the man was pressed against him. He shivered in response. The man was just too luscious for his own good, or Elliot's.
"My bad boy reputation didn't mix well with law enforcement."
"Yeah, I can see that." Elliot grinned as he looked over the large muscled man sitting next to him. The tribal tattoo around one thick arm and the bald head gave Tommy an air of danger. Add in the tight black cotton shirt, the tight jeans, and the black boots and the man was definitely a bad boy.
Elliot leaned over and licked the dark tribal tattoo on Tommy's right bicep. He giggled when he felt the car swerve just a bit. "I like bad boys, lover. They are very hot. They know all kinds of nasty things people can do together. Do you like nasty things, Tommy? Regular sex has its place but being pushed up against a wall while a bad boy has his di-"
Elliot's eyes widened when Tommy growled and slapped a hand over his mouth. He knew he'd been talking dirty and not everyone liked that, but he figured Tommy might if he was a self professed bad boy. Maybe Elliot was wrong.
"The only thing I want to hear come out of your mouth right now, pretty baby," Tommy said, "is the groans and moans you make while you get yourself ready for me. Is that understood?"
Elliot nodded, excitement filling him at the feral glare Tommy shot in his direction. Tommy wasn't mad, he was aroused, which was exactly where Elliot wanted him. Well, Elliot wanted the big man between his legs but he knew that was coming soon enough.
"You can hold on to the condom. I'll hold onto the lube because we're going to need both if you're going to fuck me against the wall, and I'm really looking forward to you fucking me against the wall. I don't think I've thought of anything else since you sat me in your lap at the bar."
Elliot grabbed the condom and bottle of lube he'd dropped on the seat earlier. He held the condom out to Tommy, waiting until the man took it and shoved it in his pocket, then opened the bottle of lube.
He pushed his boxers and pants down to his knees and spread his legs. As he started to scoot down in his seat, a sudden thought entered Elliot's head. He glanced over at Tommy, curiously.
"Do you want to watch because I know I like to watch? It's very arousing, don't you think? I could lean back against the door if you wanted or even turn over onto my hands and knees, whichever you prefer? I'm okay with either and-"
"Elliot!"
"What?" Elliot blinked at the barely controlled … well, he didn't think it was rage because he didn't think Tommy was angry, but …
"Stop talking about it and just do it!" Tommy snapped. Elliot's eyes widened when he heard Tommy's knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Maybe Tommy was angry. "You have about three minutes to get yourself ready before we reach my house and I'm not waiting once we get there."
Elliot inhaled deeply as arousal suddenly swamped him. He shoved his pants the rest of the way down his legs, struggling madly when his legs became tangled in his boxers. He nearly cried out in desperation until Tommy reached over and ripped the offending boxers from his legs.
Freed, Elliot swung his legs around, draping one over the back of the seat and setting the other one on the floor as he leaned back against his door and scooted down until he could angle his ass up in the air.
As horny as he was, it didn't take Elliot more than a few moments to lube his fingers and shove two of them into his ass. He hissed, feeling the deep burn of not stretching himself before adding two fingers at the same time, but he was in a hurry.
As he worked his fingers in and out of his tight hole, Elliot could feel his muscles slowly start to loosen. Soon enough, the pain faded to be replaced by intense pleasure. Elliot added a third finger as quickly as he dared.
He glanced across the car interior to Tommy then sucked in his lower lip, biting down on it to prevent himself from talking when he saw Tommy watching him intensely. The fire of desire he could see burning in Tommy's eyes almost sent Elliot over the edge for a third time. Elliot quickly reached down and encircled the base of his cock, squeezing until his need to climax faded.
"How far is your house, Tommy?" He gasped as he slowly stroked his hand up his hard length. "I'm getting pretty worked up here knowing you're watching me and I don't know how much longer I can hold off. Just knowing that you're watching me is driving me crazy."
"Elliot," Tommy growled, "I said no talking."
"I can't help it." He couldn't. Elliot bit his lip again as he tried to keep his words locked behind his lips. He wanted to be quiet as Tommy directed, but every time he looked at the man and saw his clenched jaw, Elliot needed. And part of that need came out verbally. "I'm trying, Tommy, I swear."
Surprisingly, Tommy grinned. "I know you are, pretty baby. Come if you need to come. I have no doubt I can get you hard again."
"Really? You don't mind?" Elliot was shocked... and incredibly excited. "I've already come twice and you haven't come at all and that doesn't seem fair to me. It's not, Tommy, and I want to be fair so if you would just let me-"
"Less talk, more action, pretty baby. I want to see you fuck yourself."
Yeah, okay, Elliot could do that. Elliot was already doing that. His fingers, all three of them were pressed deep inside his ass. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock. Having an orgasm at any moment was a very real possibility.
"You're going to need another finger, Elliot." Tommy chuckled. "I'm a lot bigger than what you have in your ass right now."
Elliot's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at Tommy's boasting … well, he hoped it wasn't boasting. He eagerly thrust another finger into his ass, wincing once again when he shoved all four as deep as he could get them.