STORY EXCERPT

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest damn thing.”

Elliot Spencer turned to see the biggest, baldest, sexiest man he’d ever seen smiling down at him. He couldn’t believe a man so gorgeous was speaking to him, but Elliot wasn’t stupid. He thrust out a hip and gave one of his carefully practiced poses and he winked at the man.

“I can be very cute but you’ll have to make it worth my while. Can you make it worth my while? I can make it worth yours. I’m really good at that, you know, making it worth your while. I can do that.”

One dark eyebrow arched on the man’s forehead. Elliot felt his skin tingle when a large hand curled around his wrist and pulled him closer. He was suddenly pressed up against a hard wall of male muscles. Elliot’s toes curled, his cock hardened behind his zipper. He almost purred. He wanted to purr, but that would mean giving up the game before the chase even began.

Elliot trailed his finger down cotton covered abs. He looked up at the impressive man through the soft fall of his bangs. “How cute would you like me to be because I can be really cute when I need to be. I’ll bet I can be even cuter than you can imagine.” Elliot’s head cocked to one side. “Although sexier is better than cute, don’t you think?”

He couldn’t stop his purr this time. It just slipped out of his lips, pulled by something beyond his control—lust, pure and simple lust. “Would you like to see me do sexy?” he asked as he pressed closer to the man. “I think I do sexy much better than cute, although I can still do cute if you really want me to. Cute is good. Cute is great, in fact.” Elliot frowned as he looked at the handsome man. He shook his head. “You couldn’t do cute. You just wouldn’t be able to pull it off. You’re too sexy. I’m cute, but you’re downright drool worthy. No, sexy is more your line. Maybe I should just stick to cute?”

The amount of hard body he pushed up against was impressive, but not as much as the hard shaft he could feel against his abdomen. The finger that pressed against his lips stopped Elliot from speaking, but just barely. Elliot was a talker. He knew that, especially when he was nervous.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

Elliot shook his head, his eyes wide. He hoped he hadn’t turned the man off by talking too much. It had happened before. Elliot always talked too much. He tried to stop, but then he opened his mouth and all bets were off.

“What if I gave you something else to do with your mouth?” He paused, gazing at Elliot speculatively. “Would you stop talking then?”

Elliot blinked. He nodded quickly then thought about it. Staying quiet just wasn’t something he could do, not without a gag in his mouth and he didn’t want to lie to the gorgeous man in front of him. Elliot’s lower lip slipped out into a pout when he shook his head.

The man chuckled deeply. His deep dark silver eyes twinkled as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across Elliot’s lower lip. “You have the fullest, plushest lips I’ve ever seen on a man but I’ll bet you hear that a lot, don’t you?”

Elliot nodded. What else could he do? He did hear it a lot. He had full, sexy, plush lips and long, girly eyelashes. He was often referred to as pretty, never handsome. The delicate bone structure and soft curves of his body didn’t help. He looked like a girl. He even had what he heard referred to as a bubble butt.

The feeling of the man’s thumb grazing his lips sent shots of electricity zinging through his body. Unable to stop himself, Elliot stuck his tongue out and licked the man’s thumb tentatively. Hot, masculine flavor exploded across his tongue, drowning his senses.

Elliot groaned. Damn! He really wanted to taste the man. He wanted to stop thinking of him as the man. He wanted a name, a relationship status, and then he wanted a flat surface…maybe a wall.

Yeah, a wall would be good, Elliot thought. The big man could push him up against the wall and…a sharp grip on his chin had Elliot’s eyes snapping up to meet the man’s.

“Where’d ya go, pretty baby?”

Elliot dropped his eyes as his face heated up, both because he had been envisioning the man fucking him against the wall and Elliot didn’t even know his name, and because the man called him pretty baby. Elliot liked that.

“Uh-uh.” A hand under his chin made Elliot look back up. “I want to see those beautiful baby blue eyes,” the man drawled. Elliot opened his mouth and gently bit down on the thumb pressing against his lips. He watched the man to see his reaction.

The man’s eyes grew openly amused. “You’re very oral, aren’t you?”

Elliot flushed again but remained silent. It was almost killing him not to talk. He had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but the man seemed to want him to remain silent, and Elliot wasn’t going to do anything to fuck this up.

It wasn’t often that Elliot got the chance to be held up against a body of this man’s caliber. Men like him didn’t go for men like Elliot. He was too pretty, too feminine, too giggly. If it took him keeping his mouth shut to get the man to hold him a little longer, he’d staple his lips together.

“My name is Nash, Thomas Nash. Most people call me Tommy, but you can call me lover.” When Tommy tried to pull his thumb out of his mouth, Elliot protested, refusing to let go until the man arched an eyebrow at him again. Tommy chuckled. “What’s your name, pretty baby?”

Elliot opened his mouth to answer then stopped. He stared at Tommy until the man nodded and smiled. “My name is Elliot, Elliot Spencer, but I really like it when you call me pretty baby so if you just wanted to call me that, well…” Elliot shrugged. “I really like it and it would be okay with me, I mean, if that’s what you wanted to call me and all. Elliot is fine too, or Ell. Even Spencer, you could call me Spencer, but that sounds too much like a first name so that might not be right, but—”

Hard lips suddenly slammed over Elliot’s, stealing his words and any remaining air in his lungs. Elliot grabbed onto Tommy’s shirt and held on as his legs buckled beneath him. His insides jangled with excitement at the feel of Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy’s lips were hard, searching, his tongue delving deep to explore and clash with Elliot’s. The caress of Tommy’s lips along his, the feel of the man’s hand down the side of his body set Elliot aflame. He burned for Tommy’s touch, the feel of his masculine body, just for more.

When Tommy finally lifted his head, Elliot could only stare up at him, dazed. Tommy chuckled and brushed the back of his hand along Elliot’s swollen lips. “I do believe I’ve found a way to keep you quiet, pretty baby.”

ADULT EXCERPT

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.

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.