Role Play - Alison Hendricks Page 0,30

and definitely out of my fantasies. So why was I thinking about the shortest move I could make to close the distance between us?

"Cool, yeah. Glad you're okay with all of it. I know it's kinda weird, but..."

I tripped over my words because he'd put his hand on my knee. Not in a suggestive, trailing up the thigh way. Just a simple touch, followed up by a reassuring squeeze. It was innocent. My body didn't get that memo, though.

My heart pounded, my breaths growing quick and shallow. My dick twitched eagerly in my pants, making me want to lose all sense and beg him to move his hand higher. It was such a sudden, intense surge of lust that I found myself overwhelmed, my whole body overheating in an instant.

I knew he could see it in my eyes. His own grew cloudy, a luster to them that told me he was having similar thoughts now. There was a charge in this room, something I couldn't explain. I'd felt strong attraction before, where I ached to just touch a man who happened to be nearby. This was something different. This was like two powerful magnets that happened to be only a couple feet apart.

The result was inevitable.

I was on him in an instant, practically launching myself at him. Elliot was ready for it, because his hands came around me and he clutched at my shoulders, blunted nails digging into skin. His mouth opened for me immediately and I thrust my tongue in, swallowing his whimpering moan. My hands immediately moved down to his ass and I pulled him up with me so he was sitting on my lap. He wiggled his ass, grinding down against my swiftly hardening dick, and I had to bite back a groan.

God, he was so fucking sexy. Soft and warm and eager, his own dick straining against his pants. I rutted against him like a god damn animal, content to dry hump him as if I was a teenager trying to sneak in some horny time on the couch.

Which... wasn't that different from right now. Fuck. There were kids in the next room. David was in the next room.

Elliot seemed to realize this as soon as I did, because I felt him go rigid against me. Then, he scrambled off of my lap in a way that would've been hilarious if it wasn't so necessary.

"Shit, sorry. I wasn't thinking..." I said, moving to the other side of the couch.

Thinking even that might not be enough, I stood, trying to discreetly adjust myself as I did so.

"Neither was I," he admitted, panting. "That can't happen again. Not here."

"Agreed." Once the lust began to clear from my mind, I took sharper notice of what he'd said. "...Just here? As in, it can happen someplace else?"

He looked at me, and for a moment I thought he was going to turn me down completely.

Then he said, "That feels inevitable, don't you think?"

A tingle moved through my whole body and I had to will myself to think of any and everything else so my dick didn't start making its presence known again. It should have been a warning flag. I'd never been this excited about the chance at a repeat performance. I rarely even did repeat performances.

For the chance to get my hands on Elliot again... fuck, I would've broken all my rules a thousand times over.

I opened my mouth to say something when a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle Reuben, can we go home? I want to import this map so I can take a closer look at it."

"Yeah, bud, of course," I managed, somehow not sounding like a complete idiot. "Give me just a sec."

Turning my attention back to Elliot, I made an effort to avoid glancing at his lips which were already a little red and plump from that frantic make out session.

"So uh... I guess we'll see you Friday. And I'll see you some time outside of that."

"Yeah," he croaked. "Sounds good. Nice to um... nice to meet you, Reuben."

"Likewise."

Then, like I was just walking out of any other business meeting, I turned and headed for the door, adjusting myself one last time to make sure I wasn't obvious.

I could already tell this was going to be a hell of a balancing act.

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Elliot

If I'd been asked what I thought Reuben might be like after spending one night with him, I definitely wouldn't have described the man who showed up at Horizon that next Friday.

It's not