Page 76 of Blue Gold

“Seems like you were meant to do this,” he chuckled in French, and I fisted myself over my slacks to ease some of the pressure.

His words, condescending and cold, made my body hot, as if it were set on fire. Wanting to prove him right, I took him deeper into my throat, using my tongue against his shaft while I did. Elliot let out soft moans of pleasure that only turned me on further, and pleased I was doing well, I began sucking him faster.

The whole time I bobbed up and down his impressive length, Elliot’s fingers were in my hair, forcing me to keep going. My lips stretched around his girth as his scent surrounded me, the same as the sound of his deep voice, which got heavier with each passing second. Like some virgin teen who’d never experienced sex in his life, my cock throbbed in my slacks, soaking the expensive fabric with precum, making it extremely uncomfortable. My cheeks flamed with both my embarrassment and arousal as I groaned around his length, yet I didn’t stop and only proceeded to give him the best head of my life.

Elliot swore under his breath, and I looked up. Eyes closed, lashes fanning over flushed cheeks, and damp hair falling over thick brows—the sight of him was almost enough to make me come. Still, instead of touching myself like I so desperately wanted, I grabbed Elliot’s thigh and took him all the way in, until my nose nestled against his trimmed pubes. He gasped with surprise as his dick slid down my throat.

“Oh oui!” He moaned. “So good.”

My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears, while I could feel his cock growing harder the same way mine did. Breathing through my nose, I relaxed my throat and kept still as he fisted my hair with both hands. He thrust into my mouth with full force, and I gagged, yet it didn’t stop him from fucking my mouth like he had a personal vendetta against it. Then, he thrust in one last time before he spilled deep down my throat. I took it all, drinking every drop he had to offer while his body shuddered with his climax.

I kept on my knees while he tried to catch his breath. Pulling back, I eyed his thick cock. Cum and spit covered the flushed tip, making my mouth water. Thinking it was finally my turn to come, I unzipped myself and was about to take out my cock when Elliot used his foot to kick my hand away.

“What are you—ah.” My breath caught as he pressed down on my dick with his bare foot, leaving me without words.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he challenged me with a raised brow and a teasing smile.

“I-I thought it was my turn—oh God,” I gasped when he pushed harder.

“Your turn for what?”

“To come.”

“And what would your wife say about that?”

My body tensed at his words, and I was ready to reply when he moved his foot along my shaft, using his toes to rub the tip of my cock, which peeked out from the waistband of my briefs.

“I’ve always loved a man in a suit,” he said, licking his lips while his foot continued to massage me.

My chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths as I tried to focus on the sensation of his touch. The pressure was so good and unexpected that, dumbstruck, I leaned forward, my forehead pressed to his thigh while he continued to rub me over my underwear.

With a shaking hand, I pushed my briefs down, and my cock sprang free. Thankfully, Elliot didn’t stop me from doing so and instead moved his foot back to my throbbing length. My skin burned under my suit as I wheezed air in and out of my lungs. Each of his strokes covered my skin with goose bumps and made my heart beat faster.

Moving his foot up and down my shaft, Elliot applied just the right amount of pressure to make me burst with need. I could feel my climax building in the pit of my stomach and was ready to burst when I was kicked to the floor. Shocked, I landed on my back and watched him walk away. Panic clogged my throat, and I forced it down so I could speak.

“Where are you going—” Something landed on my chest, and I looked down to see a condom.

“What are you waiting for?” His eyes moved down to my hard cock. “Put it on.”

I couldn’t have moved faster.

With clumsy fingers, I ripped open the pack and brought the rubber to my cock. I bet I looked as pathetic as I felt, spread on the floor, still in my suit, trying to put on a condom without tearing it apart. Ignore that. I knew I looked pathetic, but I didn’t mind it. Not in the least. Especially when Elliot moved to sit on my lap.

My eyes went wide as I watched him spit into his palm and smear it over my painfully hard cock. Then, with one hand fisting the fabric of my shirt, he raised his hips and aligned the crown of my cock with his entrance.

“W-wait, you’re not prepared, and I’m—” My words were replaced with a sharp intake of air once he plunged down on my dick, using his weight to push all the way down until I bottomed out inside him.

“I… I prepared in the shower,” he said, eyes closed and voice tight, while adjusting to my size. “So shut… up.”

I could hardly grasp what was happening, and he’d already begun rolling his hips on top of me. My dick grew harder inside him, if that was even possible, and I swear I saw God at some point.

Bouncing up and down, each push of his weight sent me closer to the finish line, yet I bit my lips and tried to hold it in. He was hard again, and wishing he’d be satisfied, I grabbed his hips and pinned him down on my dick until he let out a loud scream. I then bucked my hips off the floor, fucking into him with all that I had. Watching his cock bobbing up and down was a sight to be seen, and I clenched my jaw, trying hard to keep up with his pace. Shifting position, he leaned back while placing one hand on my thigh and using the other to rub himself. My eyes locked on his hand that was milking his cock in long strokes. Whenever the tip peeked out from his tight fist, I wanted to have another taste of him. But I couldn’t, as Elliot was running the show and making sure everything went his way. Willing to follow his lead, I stayed put while he rocked on top of me. Rolling his hips, he simultaneously stroked his cock, precum leaking into his fist. Watching him pleasure himself while using my dick as his sex toy was dangerously erotic. My body burned with desire and lust, and when he opened his eyes and looked at me through lowered eyelashes, with his baby blues shining like gemstones? That was it for me. My fingers dug into his flesh as pleasure radiated from my balls, my cock jerking as the first waves of my climax hit me. Eyes closed, I bit on my bottom lip. I spilled inside the condom, my muscles shuddering until my cock was left spent and dry.

Heaving like a beast, I opened my eyes just in time to see Elliot reaching his climax. Only now, instead of using my throat, he came all over my shirt, as if to make a point that he was the one in charge. And he was, considering he had just played me like a lovestruck fool.

And while I was still soaked in my postorgasm bliss, a stage where I could hardly remember my name, Elliot had already gotten up. My cock flopped on my abs, the condom still filled with my release.

“We done. You can go now,” he said in English as he picked his towel off the floor and tied it around his hips.