Chapter Eighteen

Alex

A s soon as I lay down that night in bed, I felt tiredness overtake me. I yawned, snuggling beneath the duvet in the dark, listening to the distant run of water in the bathroom as Lucas got ready for bed.

Mum had got some board games out. We’d had a few more drinks and some cheese and biscuits. Of course she’d managed to find some stinky blue vegan stuff for Lucas from the ever-obliging Moira. We’d picked at some chocolates and nuts and slumped virtually comatose with our fat bellies like millions of others all over the world. Not everyone though. I was well aware of how lucky I was. If it wasn’t for my parents, I’d be in my dreary little flat alone. Although I guess Max or someone else from the restaurant would have invited me for dinner. I was doubly lucky to have Lucas here with me, more so that he hadn’t gone home even though he clearly wanted to. I heard the bathroom door open and shivered in anticipation.

He came into the room and shut the door. I watched his silhouette in the dark as he shed his clothes, folding them neatly over the back of the chair in the corner. I’d found a new toothbrush for him, still in the wrapper, and given him my toiletry bag to use after me.

When he turned, I saw the thick outline of his half-hard dick as he pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, and I gritted my teeth. Nothing could happen tonight. But if it didn’t, I’d be so hard for him, we’d have to pull in tomorrow at that manky hotel we’d been outside earlier today. I smothered a giggle as he settled beside me, lying on his side. We watched each other in silence, our faces close, but not touching.

“I hope it hasn’t been too awful for you today,” I said.

“Are you joking?” he replied. “Your mum’s waited on me hand and foot. She’s gone out of her way to find me vegan food.”

“And my dad?” I asked with a sarcastic eyebrow lift that he probably couldn’t see in the dark.

“Well, he beat my arse at chess.”

I smiled. “I appreciate you staying even though you didn’t want to.”

He sighed. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, I just…I don’t want to make things difficult between you and your dad. The first time you bring a man home, that bloke shouldn’t be sleeping with his son right next door.”

“We’re not next door, we’re down the other end of the hall.”

“Don’t be pedantic. You know what I mean. You should have eased him in gradually.”

I couldn’t help the crude reply. “Like you did with me last night?”

Lucas gave a little growl. He reached out and smoothed his hand over my shoulder, down my arm and onto my hip, his fingers warm and soft and making me shiver. “Just like that.”

I bit my lip. God, I wanted him. His fingertips traced slow circles on my hip, the only contact of our bodies. “I need to suck your dick,” I said in a whisper.

He groaned. “Don’t. You can’t.”

“I can. You need it and I want to give it to you. As a birthday present.” I laughed at my own joke.

He squirmed as I shifted across the bed and clambered on top of him. “Don’t. You already gave me plenty…” He gasped as my mouth found his throat. “Stop.” His protests were half-hearted at best. He breathed hard as I worked my way down his chest with kisses, sliding beneath the covers. “Alex.” He grabbed my hair.

His cock was lying hard against his belly. He arched with a moan when I flicked my tongue over the already leaking head.

“Let me,” I whispered. “Let me make you come.”

Lucas fell back, fingers tangling harder in my hair, stifling a moan as I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his length down as I could. “Oh God, Alex,” he gasped out in a ragged whisper, shifting restlessly beneath me, spreading his legs.

I drew back, licked a trail from tip to root, then focused on his balls, sucking one then the other. While I did that, I stroked the little spot behind his balls gently, taking my time, not trying to freak him out or bring back unpleasant memories. While he flinched initially, he let me do it, sprawled beneath me in supplication, his breath coming in pants.

I went back to his cock, licking around the head, tonguing the slit while I pressed against his perineum, trying to stimulate his prostate from the outside in. “God,” he said, jerking under my touch, both hands plunging into my hair and holding my head. “God.”

I sucked his dick with an ever-increasing rhythm as I stroked him and his trembling body beneath me told me I was getting it just right. Harder and harder he breathed, sliding about on the sheets as I took him right to the back of my throat and my fingers pressed over and over again at that soft strip of skin. His gasps came to a crescendo; his dick stiffened to iron hard in my mouth and he shuddered all over as though from an electric shock.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth and I swallowed it all, continuing to suck until he lost every drop. As I eased back, he released his grip on my hair and fell back on the bed like a bundle of jelly, panting and gasping, still trying his best to stifle his sounds. I smiled to myself and ran my tongue around the rim of his cockhead then over his slit, collecting the last taste of him. Never had I enjoyed giving a blow job so much.

“Oh fuck, Alex,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I wondered how quiet we had been and if we had been heard. I slid up his body and buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his soft skin.

He wrapped his arms around me, one hand stroking my head. I felt his heart beating against my chest. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said in a whisper.

“Of course I should,” I retorted with my mouth brushing his ear. I liked the way he shivered with the contact of my lips. One of his hands slid over my arse in a caress.

“I need to return the favour,” he said in such a tone that my already very hard dick throbbed with need.

“You can’t,” I said, squirming, acutely aware that no way could I be as quiet when coming as he had been.

“Yes, I can,” he replied, his fingers sliding down the cleft of my arse before cupping my balls between my spread legs. “Do you want to sit on my face?”

I have no idea how I didn’t come right then and there from the power of that whispered suggestion. My cock spurted pre-cum though and he gave a little laugh as he felt it against his belly. “Come here,” he said and gripped my hips, manoeuvring me up his body. I let him take me. I was only a man after all. A man who needed to come so badly I couldn’t think of anything else.

He got my knees over his shoulders so I was straddling his face, holding onto the headboard. How was this going to be a quiet position when I would probably rock the headboard like he was fucking me as I fucked his mouth?

He opened his mouth wide as I guided my dick beyond his lips. I gasped at the wet contact of his hot mouth as I slid into his throat. He gripped my arse cheeks with both hands and lay still, encouraging me to fuck his mouth. I didn’t need the invitation twice. I thrust and he sucked and I soared away on a tide of pleasure. It was going to be quick. There was no doubting that. Minute man was going to come down his throat after barely a few thrusts.

His hand came up to my mouth, fingers seeking. I sucked on two of them as he pushed them inside. Then I saw his intention as his fingers felt between my cheeks, rubbing my saliva over my entrance, teasing it open. I stifled a groan with a hand over my mouth as one finger penetrated me. My breathing was heavy. I’d always loved something in my arse while I was being blown. I was hanging onto that headboard with my other hand for dear life. He found my prostate with that finger and I jerked forward with an electric shock, my cock spurting, nearly choking him.

Holy fuck, this was such a bad idea. I wanted to scream in my pleasure as he tapped on my gland, stroking, massaging, making my dick jerk and leak. With self-control I didn’t realise I had, I eased my dick free of his mouth and sat above him, shaking, his finger still in my arse. “I can’t,” I said in an unsteady whisper. “I’m going to make too much noise.”

In the dark I could see his white teeth as he smiled. Then his hands found my hips and he was manoeuvring me once again, turning me around on his body so my arse was on his face. I stifled another moan as I leaned forward, my mouth honing in on his cock. He was thickening again and as I took him inside, he started to harden just nicely. Gripping my arse cheeks, he parted them and found my hole with his tongue.

I gasped around his cock and started to suck him hard while he rimmed me. It was a better idea. I couldn’t grasp the headboard and rock it against the wall like this and his dick plugged up my cries of pleasure. He gave a rim job like no other, his tongue burrowing and wet and indefatigable. I bounced on his dick with my mouth, dribbling down the shaft, coating it thickly in saliva while I squeezed and massaged his balls. Meanwhile, he worked two fingers into my wet arse and continued to lick around my hole while he fucked me with them. His other hand found my dick and wanked me off.

The blow job I was giving him became clumsy and uncoordinated. I panted hard for breath, pleasure rippling through every cell in my body and I felt his arousal in every line of his body, the tensing of his muscles beneath me, the stifling of his groans. He withdrew his fingers and pushed his tongue inside me and it took me over the edge. I came into his swiftly jerking hand, keeping my mouth around his dick so I couldn’t scream and praying I didn’t bite him. Everything whited out as I shook on top of him. Then my mouth was full of cum and I gulped, swallowing everything he had to offer and still my limbs shook as I came and came and came as though the orgasm would never end.

I slumped down onto him barely conscious.