he swung the man around. Elliot's eyes were huge. Tommy smirked,
another idea hitting him. He leaned in and quickly replaced his hand
with his mouth, kissing Elliot until he felt the man melt against him. Lifting his head a moment later, he turned Elliot around to face his
friends. "Don't you have something you want to say to your friends,
pretty baby, something about going home with me?"
"Yeah," Elliot groaned. He pointed to Tommy. "Him, home,
fuuuck!" The last word was drawn out so Tommy didn't think he
meant it literally, although he was hoping. At least Elliot kept his
words to a minimum.
"How in the hell did you do that?" the man asked. "We've never
been able to keep Elliot from talking."
"There's nothing wrong with Elliot talking. Obviously when he
does, he has something on his mind." Tommy chuckled. "You just
have to give him something else to think about." His humor fled a
moment later when the man looked Elliot up and down in a manner
that told Tommy he wasn't going to like the man or what he had to
say.
"I've kissed Elliot before and I have to tell you, not only wasn't it
that good, but it never kept him quiet. Hell, if any of us knew that all
it took was giving him something else to keep him busy, we would
have-"
Tommy didn't let the man finish his statement. He wasn't about to
let him talk about his pretty baby in that manner. Tommy picked
Elliot up with one arm and punched the man right in the mouth with
the other.
The man flew back and landed on another one of his friends. His
mouth dropped open and he started to get up. Tommy stepped toward
him and raised his fist again. "Do you really want to get up again?
Because I'll break your jaw the next time."
"You can't hit me," the man said as he fell back against his friend
again. "This is assault. I'll call the police on you."
"You do that," Tommy snickered. "The local sheriff's name is Joe
Nash. He's my brother. He'll know right where to find me when you
try to press charges." Tommy started to turn to leave when the man
spoke again.
"Elliot, are you really going to leave with this redneck piece of
shit?" he snapped. "He's nothing but muscle-bound white trash in a
pretty package."
Tommy set Elliot on the floor. This time he didn't kiss him. He
just nodded at Elliot. "Go ahead, pretty baby, answer the man. The
decision is up to you. You can come home with me or you can stay
here with your friends."
Elliot stared between the two of them. He seemed speechless
without a kiss being involved for the first time since Tommy had first
laid eyes on him. It took all of Tommy's control not to growl and
demand that Elliot choose him.
That's when it hit Tommy, and so hard he almost staggered under
the shock. The reason he was so intrigued by Elliot, the reason he felt
an overwhelming need to fuck him, and the reason he wanted to tear
the man stopping Elliot from leaving into tiny little pieces. Elliot Spencer was Tommy's mate!
Chapter 2
Elliot stared from Tommy, the man of his every wet dream, to Carl, a friend, sort of. Elliot hung out with Carl because he kind of had to. Carl worked for Elliot's father and was often sent to keep an eye on Elliot. He did, but made Elliot feel like shit while he did it.
Tommy, on the other hand, made Elliot feel like the most special person on the face of the earth. And Tommy called him pretty baby. That decided things for Elliot. He could stay with Carl, who thought he was better than everyone else or he could go home with Tommy and get laid by the sexiest man he'd ever met.
His father was going to be pissed and Elliot knew it, but at least he'd have one night to remember after he left. Elliot stood to his full height, which was admittedly not much, and took a deep breath.
"I'm going home with Tommy." He pressed his lips together and dug his fingernails into the palms of his hand to keep himself from adding anything else to his sentence. More speech just wasn't needed, not this time.
Before Elliot could say another word, he was picked up and tossed over Tommy's shoulder again. He laughed and waved to Carl as they headed out the door. Carl did not look happy. Elliot, on the other hand, was tickled down to his toes.
He was going home with Tommy, the sexiest guy on the planet. Not only that, but Tommy seemed to find him cute. Elliot had no doubt he could do cute, as he told Tommy. He would have preferred that Tommy thought he was sexy, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Elliot would take what he could get.
Elliot yelped when he was suddenly swung down from Tommy's shoulder and set down in the front seat of a car. He raised his arms up in the air when Tommy leaned over him and buckled him in.
Just as Tommy started to move back, Elliot leaned in and inhaled deeply, purring. "You smell really good." Elliot felt like squirming under the sudden intense stare Tommy gave him. "What?" he asked.
"That's all you have to say?" Elliot giggled. "No, I could tell you that not only do you smell wonderful but I want to roll in your scent until it covers my body from head to toe. If I could bottle the damn stuff I'm sure I'd make millions because that's like an orgasm in a bottle and everyone likes the smell of an orgasm. Well, maybe not everyone, but I do, but if I bottled it just for myself I wouldn't make millions and-"
Elliot heard Tommy's deep chuckle right before his lips were covered, Tommy's tongue sliding over his. Elliot liked kissing. He could sit for hours and just make out with someone, if he could find someone willing to kiss him that long.
Kissing Tommy took things to a whole new level. Elliot was a little embarrassed that he'd come in his pants inside the bar, but the longer Tommy kissed him, the closer he came to doing it again. He already teetered on the edge and they hadn't even left the parking lot yet.
When Tommy finally lifted his head to look down at him, Elliot just blinked, panting heavily. There wasn't anything to say after getting a kiss like that, there just wasn't. Well, maybe please, can I have another?
Tommy chuckled and stood up, closing Elliot's door. Elliot watched him walk around the car and climb into the driver's seat. The car rumbled as Tommy started it up. Elliot knew he was supposed to be impressed when Tommy glanced over at him but for the life of him, Elliot had no idea what kind of car it was. As far as he was concerned, it was a car, a red car. He just wanted to know how fast it could get them back to Tommy's house.
"How fast does this thing go?" Elliot asked. He dug into his pocket and pulled out the condom and bottle of lube he carried. "Because I want to know when I should open this bottle and start getting ready. You promised me you'd be in my ass five minutes after we got to your house and I'm holding you to that promise. And how are your walls? Are they strong cause I have this fantasy of you holding me up against the wall and-"
The car suddenly peeled out of the bar parking lot. Elliot yelped and grabbed the dashboard. Tommy hit the gas and the car sped down the road. Elliot sat back in his seat and looked out the window. He seriously doubted they were doing anything close to the speed limit.
Elliot glanced back at Tommy and watched for his reaction as he popped the top button on his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. The car suddenly slowed down to a crawl, Tommy's eyes riveted on Elliot's sensual movements.
"I can't wait until we get back to your place," Elliot said as he pushed his hand inside of his jeans and pulled his cock out of his boxers. There was a small trace of cum from earlier. Elliot wiped some up on his fingers and held his hand out to Tommy. "See what you did to me? One little kiss and a quick feel and I came all over my pants. Can you imagine what I'm going to be like when you actually fuck me? I'm so close now I'm ready to come again and you haven't even touched me yet."
Elliot pulled his pants apart, baring his naked cock to Tommy's smoky eyes. "Just look at me. I'm hard as a rock already." He wiped a drop of pearly liquid off the head of his cock. "If you get me this aroused just by a kiss, I might pass out if you fuck me."
The car suddenly pulled to the side of the road and turned off. Before Elliot could question Tommy, the man was out of his seat belt and moving toward Elliot's side of the car. One hand gripped a handful of Elliot's hair at the nape of his neck. The other hand wrapped around Elliot's cock.
Hard lips pressed against Elliot's, claiming him roughly. Elliot gloried in the out-of-control grip Tommy had on his body. Elliot's flesh prickled at Tommy's touch. He felt the blood surge from his fingertips to his toes when Tommy moved from his lips to his neck.