My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2) - Page 25
Elliot whimpered and curled his fingers over Knight’s thighs. The fact that he seemed to have no clue what a dirty little sexpot he was turned Knight on even more.
“I can handle it.” Elliot leaned forward to take the head into his hot, hungry mouth, but Knight kept him up, ferociously sucking on the unprotected flesh of Elliot’s neck. Blindly, he grabbed one of Elliot’s hands and made it curl around his cock before directing it up and down the length.
“Show me some skill, and I might consider fucking your hole again.”
Elliot’s nose twitched, and he nodded as if he couldn’t imagine anything more appealing. His fingers were heating up fast, and they were so distinctly long and slim they felt completely different on Knight’s cock than his own or anyone else’s.
Elliot’s Adam’s apple bobbed under Knight’s lips, and it didn’t even matter that Knight generally preferred women over men. The sense of absolute devotion he was getting from Elliot was a huge turn-on, and he was willing to drink up all of it. Knight knew he was the kind of guy who easily made people’s knees weak, but Elliot was his enemy and still turned into goo within minutes.
He leaned back to briefly glance into Elliot’s unfocused eyes and licked his temple before releasing the hair, teased by the salty taste of sweat on his tongue. “Go on. Wow me.”
Elliot mewled like a kitten, but as soon as Knight let go, he all but climbed up Knight’s thighs and downed Knight’s whole dick in one go. The sensation of the tight, hot throat around his cockhead was so unexpected Knight almost came on the spot. And Elliot wasn’t backing off either. Barely gagging, he massaged the base of Knight’s cock with his soft lips, and let his tongue caress the underside, sliding all the way to Knight’s balls.
Knight leaned back, fighting the urge to close his eyes, because the view was simply too magnificent to pass on. Elliot knew exactly how to make a man’s knees tremble, and Knight rewarded him by petting his neck and gently pushing him lower. “You’re one experienced cocksucker, I give you that much.”
Elliot couldn’t answer with a cock buried so deep inside his throat, but the groan that made Knight’s dick rock hard sounded appreciative. Every time Elliot lowered his head to accept the entire length of Knight’s cock he let the head pass into that gloriously tight throat, providing the kind of friction that made angels weep. Knight’s balls tightened, but they were soon taken care of too, with Elliot’s skilful fingers providing all the attention needed. With every move of his head up and down, more saliva slicked Knight’s cock making the experience even better.
“Do you hook up with people as The Count sometimes? In your stockings and breeches?” Knight whispered, rocking his hips against Elliot, hot as an engine after a whole day’s drive. Elliot’s hair was baby-soft, and he kept stroking and twisting it between his fingers. The novelty of rediscovering his Internet nemesis as a sexy man with close to no gag reflex was already sending Knight’s senses skyrocketing toward pleasure.
Knight chuckled hoarsely when Elliot shook his head with his mouth still kissing Knight’s pubes. Of course he didn’t. The Count was an untouchable prick with his head up high. Elliot on the other hand was so human, and so deliciously eager to please, Knight loved knowing that in a way he was in fact fucking them both.
When Elliot glanced up at him with those big, needy eyes it was hard to imagine a prettier picture. Flushed, lips stretched over a dick, and eyes watering from the few times he’d overestimated his abilities.
Knight regretted not getting Elliot to take off that turtleneck. He wanted to see more of him, but that would happen in due time. Now he had no capacity to think about anything else than that hot, deliciously slick mouth and the two coals Elliot had for eyes. Lust cascaded down Knight’s back, and he pulled Elliot up by the hair, grabbing his own cock and jerking it off furiously with the purple head remaining on that luscious tongue.
“Fuck. Maybe you don’t deserve to get any of my cum after all.”
The genuine fear and pleading in Elliot’s gaze was all he needed to know. Elliot wouldn’t move his head and inch and mewled around Knight’s cock as if all he’d ever dreamed of was to drink Knight’s juices. Frantic with pleasure, he rocked his hips against air, but rather than try to jerk off, Elliot pushed his hands under Knight’s top.
The sensation of the cool palms rubbing against Knight’s sensitive skin combined with the teasing licks at his cockhead, and all of a sudden he was coming, spurting thick cum straight between those waiting lips.
Elliot watched Knight intensely and groaned as he swallowed spurt after spurt. His cheeks hollowed over Knight’s cock as Elliot got bolder with the way he explored Knight’s stomach, indulging Knight with caresses and admiration.
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