Elliot spanks the other cheek getting Jonah to groan again. Elliot slowly plants kisses down Jonah's spine all the way to his ass lightly biting on one cheek before pulling his cheeks apart. He moaned out loud, looking at Jonah's puckered hole quivering.
Elliot pushes out his tongue, giving one slow lick against Jonah's asshole. Jonah buckles from the feeling. Elliot chuckles and steadies him against the wall. Elliot continues with slow, consistent licks around Jonah's asshole.
Circling the tight hole multiple times. Jonah moaned out, "Stop teasing Elliot." Elliot's mouth closed around his asshole pulling Jonah in for a kiss.
Jonah pushes backwards straining to meet Elliot's mouth and tongue. Elliot licks more aggressively, his mouth creating a suction feeling round his asshole. Elliot pulls away giving space for his fingers as he pushes them in. His tongue lapping up the underside while his fingers moved in and out of the hole.
Jonah plastered himself against the wall for support his breathing hot and heavy. Elliot's free hand reaches down under to grab Jonah's balls. He groaned loudly, "Please Elliot." He begged.
"Please what?" Elliot said stopping to answer Jonah his hot breath fanning Jonah's asshole. "Please, I n..nee..eeed you."Jonah struggles to say it out. "Need me to do what?" Elliot responded smirking. "You know what I mean Elliot. Unghhh... Do not do this to me." Jonah whined.
Elliot stood up the water still running over their bodies. Spanking Jonah's ass a few more times. Pulling his cheeks apart to let the water run through. Tugging at his dick a few strokes before pushing into Jonah's ass. His asshole stretched to fit Elliot's cock. He moaned at the sight. Buried to the hilt he groaned, Jonah's ass fitting snugly round his dick. Moving slowly with long strokes, Jonah arches his back to meet Elliot's thrusts.
"F..f..as..ter." Jonah moaned out his words coming out in Short breaths. Elliot obliges gripping Jonah's hips tighter bruising him as he drives his shaft into Jonah. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed round the bathroom.
Elliot pulls away. Jonah's asshole quivering from the emptiness. He breaths deeply before turning Jonah to face him. Jonah looked like a mess, a fucking hot mess. His skin red from the hot water pouring out above. He was panting and he had glazed eyes. Elliot pushes Jonah against the wall. His back pressed against the wall. Elliot pushes open Jonah's legs standing in between them. He lifts one of Jonah's legs up resting it against his waist.
He pushes back into Jonah again, this time the angle made the thrusts deeper. Jonah moaned helpless. Elliot thrusts increased in speed his dickhead occasionally brushing over Jonah's prostate.
Jonah crumpled his legs weak from the pleasure. With only Elliot holding him up. Elliot thrust deeper, and harder. Jonah's moans echoed in the bathroom as he came. Spurts of semen spewing out from his dick. Elliot came in Jonah's ass grunting not too long after.
Jonah fell against Elliot exhausted. Elliot turned off the long running shower and carried Jonah to the bathtub running a warm bath for him. He slid into the water behind Jonah, grabbing a washcloth, cleaning him up. Jonah's eyes fluttered close as sleep overtook him.
Elliot heard a light snore and chuckled. Elliot cleaned himself too. He carried Jonah out of the bathtub, bridal style tucking him into bed. Elliot slipped on some boxer briefs before getting into bed with Jonah.
As they lay under the duvet, Elliot took Jonah's hand in his, intertwining their fingers now pruned from the prolonged shower. He looks over Jonah, "I will always love you and you are always my priority." He whispers before pecking him and pulling him closer. Letting sleep take him away too.
***
Jonah found himself standing at the bank again. The feeling of deja vu washing over him. He walked through the motions meeting the same cashier that he saw. She asked him the same questions worried. He understood her worry, it was dangerous carrying that amount of cash around.
He managed to brush her off with another lie and get the cash. "Excuse me sir!" She called out as Jonah was already walking towards the exit. Jonah turns around confused, wondering if he did anything wrong. She slips out of her booth walking up to him, her short legs in heels clicking as she walked. "Here have this, in case you need any help moving bigger sums of money or you are experiencing any issues." She tells him as she presses a card into his palm and returns back to her booth as quickly as she came.
Jonah looked down into his palm. A card laid there having the signature golden color of the bank. He looked closer, it was the bank manager's contact information. He nodded turning the card in his hand searching for any other information. Finding none, he approaches the door of the bank.
Before leaving, he tells the security at the entrance to thank the cashier on his behalf. He slipped into his car driving through an all familiar route to the post office. Parking his car, he steps down walking towards the entrance. He enters the post office and locks eyes with the teenager he had an encounter with previously, rolling his eyes internally groaning he did not want to deal with this again.
He straightened his back and walked in, "Hi, I'm here for P.O. box 5210, I have a drop off." He said calling the teenagers attention. The teenager looks up again, "Ugghhh you again, I can almost promise, you are doing this on purpose now." The teenager roared.
"Doing what?" Jonah asked exasperated. "Look I don't have your time or the energy to play with you today, just hand over the keys and I will soon be on my way." Jonah added before the teenager could speak. "Look if you wanted things done smoothly and efficiently you would have dropped that package in your mailbox from home." The teenager told him.
"I am not paid well enough for efficiency." The teenager said with a laid back attitude. Jonah groaned, pulling out his wallet and slipping the teenager another twenty dollars. The teenager eyed the cash slowly before snatching it up. "Now you speak my language." The teenager said smirking.
He reaches to the board where the keys are now properly organized according to number and tosses Jonah the keys to 5210. "You know your way around." The teenager said before returning back to the game on his mobile phone. Jonah shook his head and walked to the back.
Again he searched for any clues but no avail. The box was wiped clean as well as the surroundings. Sighing he puts the much fatter envelope into the box and locked it. Walking out he tossed the key back to the teenager and left the post office dejectedly. Walking to his car in the parking lot. He thought to himself, he had to catch the blackmailer, he could not continue doing this, even the bank was becoming suspicious.