Everything He Wasn't Allowed To Be

Jonah's POV:

My fingers twisted in Elliot’s hair as he kissed me deeply and violently, his body moving with carefully heated strokes from below. 

There was no one else who could make me feel like this, only Elliot. His lips trailed down to my neck, and I shivered as he whispered, “You feel so good as always.” 

I let out a strangled moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of him pressing me closer, his hand slipping over my torso to hold me tighter, his thrusts growing deeper, rougher and better. 

His cock brushed right against my prostate, and I could not stop the moans escaping me. Louder. Louder still. I was almost certain we would wake the entire neighborhood. 

Sweat glistened on Elliot’s body as he hovered above me, his muscles flexing, working me over with relentless precision.

That taut, needy ache built in my stomach. I was about to cum. But then, he stopped. Pulled out. My breath hitched at the sudden emptiness, and I gasped. “Hey!” I blurted. “That was so mean!”

He only chuckled darkly. “The night is still young, pet.”

“You know, I do not like teasing,” I grumbled, trying to catch my breath, the absence of him already making me ache again. His low chuckle sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Patience, my love,” he murmured, his eyes locking with mine. “The best is yet to come.”

I watched as he reached toward the nightstand, every movement slow and deliberate, teasing. My heart thumped in anticipation. 

Then I heard it, the soft buzz. My breath paused. He brushed the vibrator lightly over my entrance, and I gasped, already panting just from the sensation. But then, he turned it off.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, pouting. “I said I do not like teasing. It’s not fa….”

I never finished the sentence.

He placed the vibrator against me again and swallowed my cock whole in one swift move. The words caught in my throat, a gasp tearing from my lips.

He flicked the vibrator back on, shifting between settings as I gripped the sheets beneath me. My face twisted with pleasure, unable to hold back.

Elliot smirked as he watched me fall apart, his eyes full of that wicked fire. My body tensed beneath him, every nerve alive and trembling. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Are you going to beg for it?” he whispered, his voice low, husky. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“More…” I whimpered. “I just need more.”

“As you wish,” he growled, dark grin curling at his lips.

He resumed his brutal, beautiful assault, his mouth devouring my cock, the vibrator still sending waves through my body. I bucked against him, gasping, each sensation building, growing, until I was clinging to the edge of something blinding. 

My body arched off the bed, fingers clenched tight in the sheets, toes curling, hips twitching uncontrollably.

I was so close.

And then, release. My whole body tensed and then shuddered, thick ropes of cum spilling into his mouth. I collapsed against the pillows, a mess of pleasure and exhaustion, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

Elliot kissed me, and I melted into it, tasting myself on his lips. It was messy, perfect.

“I love you,” he said softly, his gaze soft as it met mine.

I reached up and traced the sharp line of his jaw. “That was… incredible. I love you too,” I murmured, my voice still breathless.

“But the night’s still young,” he said, a dangerous edge to his tone, “and I am not done with you yet.”

Before I could protest, he flipped me over so I was on my stomach, my ass raised. And then, without warning, he thrust back into me.

I cried out, the moan ripped from deep within my chest.

He rammed in and out of me, holding my neck. After some time, he finally came and fell flat on the bed. 

*****

Sunlight filtered into the room. My eyes fluttered open, and a smile spread across my face as last night came rushing back to me. Elliot always knew how to make me feel special. Every night with him felt like magic.

The bathroom door creaked, and I looked up just in time to see him stepping out, hair dripping, a towel low around his waist.

“You took a shower without me? That is not fair,” I said, openly eyeing him.

He grinned. “You looked so tired from last night. I did not want to wake you.”

A blush crept to my cheeks. “Where are you rushing to this early?” I asked.

“Mom and Dad called, they are throwing the engagement party tonight. I have gotta get ready,” he said as he slipped on his watch.

“What? Can’t they move the date? It is ridiculous to rush an engagement party like this.”

“I know.” He sighed. “They have been unbearable lately. I tried talking them out of it, but they are dead set on announcing the engagement this evening. Something about public image and business.”

“But you promised me we would have the whole week together.” My voice dropped, hurt bleeding into my words.

“I know I promised, but what do you want me to do?” he asked, already heading to the kitchen.

“Maybe I want you to stand up to them. Just once,” I snapped, following him. “This happens every time, when Clara came back, when you proposed to her, and now this. You keep making promises you can’t keep just to play the perfect son.”

“Jonah, don’t get mad. Let’s not ruin what we had last night over this. It’s just… it’s out of my hands,” he said, turning to me and pulling me gently by the waist. “I promise this is the last time. Once I give them what they want, we would be free.”

I frowned, heart heavy. “Let us hope you keep that promise this time.”

“I love you,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “But I have to go.”

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

I stood there, staring after him, that same familiar ache in my chest returning, the one I always got when he left.