Chapter Twenty-Three

Alex

I breathed hard leaning over the sink. Had I stormed off like a petulant child? I couldn’t be doing with his mixed messages. He’d said he wanted to see me again. But in the same breath he’d also wanted to leave Cornwall without me last night, hadn’t he? Then he’d asked me to come back here and it had been me who had looked for an excuse, not him. My head ached and my stomach was rumbling. Both of us were pushing and pulling. Both of us wanted it to end here but couldn’t bear it to, or so it seemed to me.

A light tap came on the door. “Are you okay?”

I cleared my throat. “Yes.”

“I’m going to make us some food.”

“Okay.”

I heard his footsteps retreating and I looked for a cloth and set about cleaning myself up.

Lucas stood at the stove stirring something in a wok when I entered the kitchen wearing my Nightmare before Christmas pyjamas. Lucas smiled. “Stir fry with tofu okay?” he asked.

“Sounds good.”

He wore his robe and was bare foot. I was too and I soon noticed the kitchen had underfloor heating. He threw sugar snap peas and baby sweetcorn into the sizzling pan and stirred with a wooden spoon. Then he left the stove to reach a bottle of white wine from the fridge and two glasses from the cupboard. He crossed the kitchen to the table and placed them down, then proceeded to reach out cutlery. I felt bad for hovering there doing nothing, but it wasn’t as though I knew my way around his kitchen. He stirred the wok again, then filled a glass jug with water and found two crystal tumblers. This time he placed them on the island and obediently, I took them to the table while he started plating up.

“Sit down,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said when he put my plate down. I poured us some wine while he started to eat. The food was flavoursome and cooked to perfection, heaped with rice noodles and beansprouts.

We ate and drank in silence until he put his cutlery down with a sigh and took a large gulp of his wine. “It wasn’t my intention to hurt or upset you.”

I swallowed. “I know.”

“I don’t… have relationships. It’s just the way I am and… I feel already that we’re getting too close, too soon and…” he bit his lip, “I want to run away.”

My throat was so tight it felt as though I was breathing around a rock. “I understand,” I managed to get out.

He rested his hand over mine and squeezed my fingers. “But I like you. A lot. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to get hurt.”

“I know,” I said, holding his hand with my eyes stinging with tears. “I know.”

“Forgive me,” he said and I saw a film across his sapphire irises that almost made me break down.

I gulped, pushed my chair back and sat on his lap, holding him hard.

We went back to our dinner and didn’t say anything about our future together for the rest of the night. After dessert—delicious vegan ice-cream—we took coffee into the lounge. He lit the log burner and a couple of lamps and we relaxed on the couch while he gave me the remote to browse Netflix. I was too poor to afford anything other than Freeview on my TV, so it was quite a thrill to be let loose on Netflix with carte blanche.

Lucas was quiet at my side. When I cast a glance at him, his eyes were shut. He was exhausted after our long journey yesterday and today, our late night, and then our unfortunate encounter in the gents’ toilets today. I put my hand on his knee where his robe had fallen open. “Okay?” I asked.

His thick lashes lifted. He gave me a sweet smile. “Of course.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

He shook his head. “Soon. Choose something to watch. Unless you want to go up?”

I did want to go up but felt like a lightweight for saying it. “I’m okay. Want to watch a horror?”

He grinned. “Why not?”

The film was a take-your-brain-out type, thrills and spills, plenty of jumps and gore, just the way I liked it. He and I cuddled up together on the couch with him lying full length and me between his legs with my head on his chest. When had I last cuddled like this? His hand stroking my hair felt amazing. The warmth and solidity of his body kept me resolutely hard and above all else, I felt… wanted, needed, desired.

Halfway through, I glanced up and saw he had his eyes closed, shadows from the TV flickering over his face. I regarded him for a moment, then stroked his lightly stubbled jaw. “Hey.”

He awoke with a rueful smile. I slid up his body so my face was over his. “Sorry,” he said.

“No need.” I brushed my lips over his.

He caught his breath and I felt it too. The electricity humming between us, the prickle of my skin to feel his body against mine and the ache between my legs. Never had I felt sexual desire for anyone so strongly. His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me down and we kissed long and slow, tongues melding and twisting. Then he pushed his hands up my top and I gasped at the feel of his hands on my spine. I sat up to discard the pyjama shirt and fastened my mouth back to his while pulling open his robe. He grabbed me by the arse, kneading my buttocks through my thin trousers, pulling me against his hard-on so we frotted and ground together. I could easily have come in my pyjamas like that. Every time he touched me was a battle to control myself. When he started to ease my trousers down, I yanked the belt of his robe, spreading it open and revealing his hard dick lying against his belly, a pearl drop glistening on the end. I ground my teeth, shrugged out of my pyjamas, then dipped my head to lick his slit, desperate to taste his pre-cum.

He sucked in a breath and grabbed my hair. I feathered my tongue around his cockhead then slid down his shaft until I reached his balls. I tongued them and sucked each one into my mouth, taking my time while I wanked him off with one hand and stroked behind his nuts with the other. I thought about how he’d liked me stimulating his prostate through his taint last night and wondered if he would let me go any further. I’d love to touch his arsehole, put my fingers inside, lick him until he went crazy.

Lucas shivered and let out a groan when my tongue slipped behind his balls, licking at the smooth skin. I pushed his thighs wide apart and pressed kisses to them before going back to that spot, pressing with my tongue before sucking at his balls again. He was getting hot. My hand was slippery with his pre-cum, his dick swelling in my grip. I could bring him off with very little more effort. I wondered if he was carried away enough to let me explore.

“Turn over,” I said in a whisper while the film continued to play away to itself.

He opened his eyes, looking down the length of his body at me and not moving.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” I said, meaning it. As much as I would love to slide my dick into his tight heat, that wasn’t going to happen.

Lucas hesitated before shifting on the couch, turning onto all fours, presenting his tight, muscular arse for my inspection. I sighed, running both hands over the firm globes of his buttocks before lowering my head to kiss the small of his back, easing down, taking my time, until my tongue touched the crack of his arse.

He let out a breath as though he had been holding it. I spread him open with my hands and let my tongue slide between his buttocks, stopping short of touching his hole. My dick was throbbing and I gave it a little stroke, wanting nothing more than to jerk off over his arse, watch my cum splatter his smooth, pale flesh. Lucas dipped his head and shifted his feet apart, the action revealing his entrance to me and making me so hot I could barely think. I clamped my hand around the base of my dick to stop myself coming all over him. When I was sure I was calm, with my heart beating hard in case this was too much to him and I brought back too many unpleasant memories, I feathered my tongue over his hole.

He flinched with a curse and a strangled moan. I waited for a moment, my dick tight in my hand, then did it again, licking his entrance slow and light. I heard his breathing increase, ragged and heavy, and I put the pad of my finger against his hole and rubbed, lubricated by my saliva. His thighs shook and I captured his balls in my mouth, one after the other, sucking before I licked up to his arsehole and set about rimming him.

“Oh my God,” Lucas said on a long groan. I reached under him and found his impossibly hard dick while I rimmed his hole. Up and down and around and around I went, back over his taint, pressing against it, sucking his balls and then back to his tight entrance opening him up with the tip so I could tongue fuck him. Lucas’s sounds of pleasure were unmistakeable. He pushed into my wanking hand and back against my tongue, gasping and swaying on his hands and knees, his body starting to shake.

“Come on,” I said. “Let me feel you come against my tongue.” God he was so wet and loosening up against my mouth. I was sure I could get two wet fingers in there without lube and rub his prostate until he screamed. Just the idea was nearly enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t dare push inside him without permission though.

Lucas looked back over his shoulder. “I’m going to come,” he said breathlessly. “I need you to come with me. Over my arse.”

I groaned and grabbed my dick. I didn’t need asking twice. Wanking him and me off, I continued to lick his delicious hole and spear it with darting jabs, imagining it was my cock thrusting into him, to cream him and leave him leaking my cum.

We were loud. Pants and moans and filthy entreaties from both of us. Then his dick discharged in my hand while his entrance spasmed around my probing tongue and he cried out as he came. I waited until he had lost every drop over my hand before I sat up and placed my cock in the cleft of his beautiful arse, jerking myself to orgasm all over his hole, jets of cum splattering his buttocks, running down onto his balls, while I sucked at his cum on my hand. The mess I made of him was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. With a groan, I rimmed him again, tasting my own cum and cleaning him up. Then I wiped my left hand down his crack and licked his cum from him too while he continued to gasp and moan.

Lucas’s dick was still half hard when he turned over and collapsed on his back and I sucked it gently, gathering the last fluid from the slit before I lay with my face against his belly.

“Fucking hell, Alex,” he said.

I looked up at him with a smile.