Chapter Twenty-Two

Lucas

I didn’t need asking twice.

I didn’t carry him this time but led him upstairs by his hand. In the bedroom, I switched on the bedside lamp. While we’d done it in the dark last time, now we were better acquainted I wanted to see the ecstasy on his face, the flush on his chest when he came. But he looked uneasy as I moved towards him. Did he have body anxiety? I couldn’t think why. He was utterly perfect all over. I waited for him to ask me to switch it off. If he wanted me to, I would, but he said nothing, just stood there waiting.

I lifted his jumper over his head and followed that with the T-shirt he wore underneath, while he lifted his arms to help me. I slid my hands over his pecs, fingers lingering on his nipples, which I pinched. Alex drew in his breath. His dick tented his trousers. My heart beat faster at the thought of being inside him again. I stooped to lick his nipples, sucking each one into my mouth while I unfastened him. Alex arched at my touch, moaning as I left each one stiff and wet.

His trousers open, I pushed my hand into the briefs he wore from my own collection, the sight giving me quite a thrill. He moaned and thrust into my hand as I palmed his dick, jerking it inside the tight confines of his underwear. God, the feel of him in my hand made me want to spurt everywhere. I was so desperate to come my balls were aching. I pushed his trousers down, then I started to undress. Getting the hint, he discarded his socks, then dragged down trousers and underwear. He climbed onto the bed naked and with my stomach clenching in excitement, I clambered on after him still wearing my underwear. He pushed me onto my back and I tumbled while he dragged my trunks down and tossed them aside. Then he crawled over me and licked the pre-cum from the slit of my dick.

I arched, squirming on the bed. “Fuck, Alex.”

He lifted his head and smiled before he slid all the way down my cock until I touched the back of his throat. I gave a soft cry and he dragged back, tongue lashing my shaft and sliding around the head. He moved to my balls, sucking and licking and my toes curled, wanting to come already.

Looking down at him, I said in a strangled voice. “Get the lube out.”

He slid away from me to the bedside drawer and rooted around until he found a condom and the lube. Then he leaned down over me, feathering his tongue over my lips. “Tell me what you want.”

I groaned, grabbing his hips. “I want you to sit on my dick and ride me.”

He gave an excited moan and straddled my hips. “I can do that.” He pushed the lube at me and I squirted some onto my fingers. He leaned towards me as I reached around him. Spreading his cheeks, I touched his entrance, massaging cold gel into it. I was so excited I wasn’t sure how I was going to get into him before I came.

He shuddered when I penetrated him with two fingers. Our lips met in a sloppy, dirty kiss and his dick spurted onto me when I rubbed his prostate. He cried out. “Oh my God!”

I smiled against his mouth. I couldn’t wait to feel him sit down on me, take all of my desperate length inside him. I fumbled around the bed until I located the rubber. Then I tore it open with my teeth. “Put it on,” I whispered, withdrawing my fingers from him. In hindsight it was a bad idea. He shuffled back and started to ease the latex down my cock. Just the touch of his fingers had me clenching my fists and jaw, wanting to come everywhere. When he smoothed a handful of lube down the latex, I stared down at the sight. My dick had never looked so big and thick against his small hand, glistening with lube, prominent with veins through the rubber. It looked as hard and desperate as I felt, throbbing with the need to get into him. I thought I was going to whimper and start to beg him to put me out of my misery.

He was already breathing hard with excitement when he shifted over me, straddling my hips again, feeling behind himself to guide me home. I felt his entrance give, felt myself sheathed inside tight heat as he sank down on me and sat up tall, fully impaled. I groaned, arching beneath him, my eyes shut, hands gripping his hips and praying for some kind of control.

Then he started to move with slow turns of his pelvis and I gritted my teeth, my heart racing, my legs starting to shake. I loved a man to sit on me and ride me. It had been a very long time. Alex started to move faster and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was jerking off as he bounced on my cock, eyes shut, mouth parted and spilling small gasps of pleasure.

“Lucas,” he groaned. “Lucas,” and my heart clenched. I gripped his hips and sat up, pulling him back with me so I could lean against the headboard.

Our mouths collided, tongues entwining and I held him by the arse as I thrust up into him, giving him every inch as he bounced on me.

“Oh God, oh God,” he cried. His face was flushed and dewed with sweat and when I batted his hand away and grabbed his cock myself, I felt how wet it was with pre-cum, and slicked it down the shaft, lubricating my way to give him a nice, smooth jerk-off.

He reached over my shoulders to grab the headboard and it banged against the wall with our movements while I pressed kisses to his neck, trying my best not to mark him. He was so noisy. Cries, gasps and moans, his body stiffening on mine, his arse clenching my dick. I felt him start to come, his cock swelling in my grip and I let myself go, my world exploding in a shower of fireworks as my orgasm tore through my body, leaving nothing standing in its wake.

I managed to lie us both down. He sprawled on top of me, his chest heaving against mine. His face was hidden against my neck, warm breath feathering over my damp skin, lips brushing my throat. I groaned, holding him hard, never wanting to let go.

Oh God. Oh God. That was … I couldn’t put it into words to myself, never mind him.

I smoothed my hands down his silky spine and felt the light dew of sweat. I kissed his hair. He mumbled something and snuggled deeper into me, hands cradling my head. I felt comforted and loved in a way I never had before. Loved? I felt loved ?

“Oh wow,” he said.

I laughed softly and kissed his temple where the bruise dappled his skin and bloomed into his hair. I think I could say that the troublesome ghost of impotence had been laid to rest and I could stop thinking about that episode in the Bloomsbury hotel.

“I’m not sure I can get up.” But he did, easing free of my embrace, crawling off my body and leaving me cold. He made it as far as my side, then collapsed on his back, giggling.

I rolled onto my side and pulled him to me and we entwined our limbs, kissing slowly. His mouth was so sweet, so soft, so tender. He was so perfect in every way. My deepening feelings for him scared me. It had been forty-eight hours and I was imagining him here with me, for the rest of my life. Hadn’t I told myself it had to end? Or more like never start? Why had I asked him to come here? My head ached with all the negative thoughts swirling around it. Unintentionally, I let out a sigh.

Alex lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I avoided his gaze.

“Come on.”

I gave my head a little shake.

“You’ve changed your mind about wanting to see me again.”

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. “I don’t see how it could work between us.”

When Alex spoke his voice was small and wounded. “So why ask me to come home with you then? One for the road?”

“Don’t say that.”

Alex rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.