In which a pent up Eliot makes a pact with Parker that after ever con involving costumes goes right he gets rewarded.
Dock Worker
He really shouldn't have found her hot in the get up. For Christsake it was a hard hat and tacky vest. But he somehow found himself that night in the shower with cold droplets running down his body desperately trying to unwind himself.
He had already been in the shower for upwards of an hour and nothing was changing. His body would just get hard by any touch, even the ice cold water was sensual in its touch. The part of him that wanted to deny this was trying to chalk it up to hormones.
When he was on his own he'd have more time to himself and time to get relief from random models, flight attendants, nurses, any profession and he'd been there done that. But the team and the level of these last two cons they pulled took exponentially longer to complete and keeping their identities under wraps meant not getting it as often.
Hell, he surrendered, his body couldn't manage any longer. He let his fingers trail themselves down to his member. The digits coiled around his erect body. Once he got a firm grip he started pulling up and down up and down. He started slowly. Very vivid images then began to flood his mind as he picked up speed.
He visualed removing that yellow hard hat from her head blond hair spilling down her back. He'd push those tendrils forward with one hand the other hand working at unbuttoning the shirt and removing the vest.
In the shower he began to pump faster. No need to imagine her naked body. That elevator had mirrors. And yes, he'd tried to be a gentleman and keep his eyes to himself. But in the mirror he saw a very clear reflection. And now in his personal fantasy she was nude ready for him.
Taking control of her hands he pulled them above her head in one hand the other hand let itself roam down her back to her ass cheeks. His fingertips grazed her cheeks before fisting the buttock.
The speed of his self indulgence became fevered as fantasy peaked. He was now sliding into her soft slick opening. As this was fantasy she was perfect tight but not to the point of cutting off any feeling. The cold water now was helping him fuel how wet he imagined she'd be as he would pull out and delve deep into her.
Usually if he had been doing this for real he'd be a gentleman and give her so much more pleasure and treat her to hours of foreplay but given as this was his fantasy he was greedy.
The cum dripped down and mixed with the water down the drain as he felt better than he had for the last few days since seeing her drop the bill into the wooden box.
Hardison had said it was sexy and he was right. Parker had made herself a legend and Eliot hated admitting that mixing that with what he knew of her body drove him mad. He'd never been this worked up over one single female in his life. Hell, it was about time to admit it wasn't just that he was unable to get relief from random hookups any more. The blonde had gotten under his skin.
Damn this was going to become a thing unless he came up with a creative solution. He was going to have to collaborate, hopefully she'd be up for it.