Chapter Nine

Alex

A s we kissed, he started to unfasten my shirt buttons with one hand, pulling the material free from my trousers. When he had the shirt open, he slid down my body, parting the sides of the garment and kissing my chest. I arched under his touch with a whimper at the softness of his hot mouth and the way it set me on fire. He found my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth before licking it to a peak and leaving it wet and rigid. A flash of heat spread right down into my groin, making me squirm, my cock leaking in my underwear.

He moved across to the left nipple and did the same, tormenting the other with his fingertips while he worked, sucking and licking and giving gentle bites. Holy fuck, his mouth was something else. While he used his fantastic mouth, his hands were busy unfastening my belt, popping open my button and sliding down my zip. When my trousers were open, he kissed his way down over my belly to my groin. My breath caught in my throat as he touched the bulge in my boxers, running his fingers down my length before he mouthed the head, tonguing my slit through the already damp material.

“God,” I choked out, writhing under him.

He lifted his head and looked at me through the dark. The only light came from outside the room on the stairs but it was more than enough. He knelt back and dragged my trousers down my legs and discarded them before peeling off my socks. Then he grasped my boxers and pulled them down too, revealing my hard cock for his attention.

I shivered as he pushed my thighs apart before he settled between them. Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue right around the rim of my cockhead before flicking over it and licking the slit. I almost came against his mouth right then. I grasped him by the hair with both hands, arching as he opened his lips and slid down my shaft to take me deep.

I couldn’t help the little cry that came from me or the way I pushed my hips to get right to the back of his throat. He didn’t complain. He sucked me off long and slow, pulling his lips back until they were just touching the head of my cock before going down again. The slick of his wet mouth and the touch of his hand as he rolled my balls in his palm was paradise. If I had ever had it this good before, I couldn’t remember. What I did know was that I was going to blow my load in record time.

So I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back up to kiss me even though I wanted nothing more than to come right down his throat. His kiss was deep and wet, our tongues tangling furiously, our bodies humping each other and I needed him naked so badly. I wrenched at his tie, yanking it open and free before discarding it and starting on his buttons.

But he pulled back and slid off the bed and I watched the sexiest striptease I had ever seen. He finished the buttons on his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, baring his torso. My mouth went dry as I gazed upon his sculpted pecs and abs. He had a bit of dark hair dusting his pecs and a line of it that ran down his belly to disappear beyond his waistband. He started on his belt and I gulped as he peeled his trousers open and pushed them down long legs. Oh my God . He balanced on one foot then the other to take his socks off and somehow even managed to make that look sexy. Usually I fell over when trying to impress a partner while stripping.

He wore tight white briefs that were strained by their contents, his cock almost rearing past the waistband. I shifted on the bed, my dick leaking, my senses on overload at seeing him almost naked. He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling, shuffling towards me and I sat up, grasped his underwear and peeled it down.

His heavy cock bounced, jutting out, and I let out a moan. I couldn’t help myself. He was long and thick and perfect. I ran my tongue over the velvety head and he caught his breath, grabbing at my hair. “Fuck,” he said as I opened my mouth and took him down as far as I could. Which wasn’t very far as I was cursed with a sensitive gag reflex. He wasn’t complaining as I started to suck, nor did he try and force my head further down. He kept his hips still and he played with my hair, shifting the dark strands through his fingers, shivering and breathing hard as I bobbed up and down on him.

I drew back to lick over his cockhead once more, tonguing the slit and gathering the taste of pre-cum while I rolled his balls in my palm. I looked up and found him looking down at me intently, his face dappled with shadows. “You’re so beautiful,” he said in a whisper. At that, I got to my knees and put my arms around his neck. He gathered me close, mouthing my throat, turning my limbs molten with desire.

Slowly, he lay me down, easing between my thighs until our cocks were pressed together, both slippery with fluid, and I thought I would lose it right then and there. We frotted, groaning into each other’s mouths, rubbing our dicks together, our movements becoming frantic.

Then Lucas pushed his hands between our bodies to grip both our cocks, wanking us off, and I squirmed, panting hard. “Oh my God, I’m going to come,” I moaned.

He drew back an inch to look down at me, his hand stilling. “Do you want to come?”

I hesitated, staring up at him. His eyes were dark pools in the low light from outside the bedroom. “I want to fuck,” I said because I did, so fucking much. I wanted one of us to be inside the other but it looked like it wouldn’t be me inside him.

“So do I,” he replied, his lips almost on mine, his words a whisper.

I licked my lips, watching him, and the silence dragged on and on. He had made his case downstairs. He didn’t get fucked. If I wanted to fuck tonight, it would have to be me to give it up.

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he said, his voice still low.

Still I watched him, unable to speak.

“Shall I carry on then?”

His hand started to move on our cocks again and I writhed with a moan as I felt my balls tighten. “Stop.”

He did so. Instead, he moved his hand down, trailing over my balls and around my thigh before his fingers lightly slid down my arse crack and something ignited inside me. I jolted, digging my fingers in his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, gaze on mine, tightening his palm on my arse and rocking into me.

“Oh God,” I groaned out. “Oh God, please.” I wasn’t in the habit of begging for anything. He made me want to beg.

“Please what? Say it.” He was teasing now; I knew he was. He knew I wanted it and he wanted to hear those words so we could both get off on them. Once more his fingers slid between my cheeks until one of them lightly grazed my hole. I knew then that I wasn’t in the hands of an amateur here. I’d expected someone sexually inexperienced and I knew he wasn’t. He was a man comfortable in his sexuality who knew what he wanted in bed. And I knew if I let him, he would show me the greatest time of my life.

I let go of my self-control with a long moan, clutching him hard and shivering against that hand on my arse. “Fuck me,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”

I expected him to throw me down and plunge into me at the green light. I should have known him better. Instead, he cupped my buttock, stroking, still looking at me intently. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Give it to me. Please.”

He smiled and lowered his mouth to mine. We exchanged another long, deep kiss before he knelt back, leaning over to the bedside drawer, opening it and scrabbling in the dark for a few seconds. He came out with a bottle and a packet of condoms. I was pleased to see the pack was still sealed. He tore it open and pulled one out, placing it on the pillow beside my head. Then he sat back on his heels and pushed my thighs apart. Splayed open, I waited as he pumped some lube onto his fingers before delving between my buttocks.

Cold gel touched me, his finger stroking my entrance, taking his time, seeking admission. My legs shook. I caught my breath as he entered me with his fingertip and slowly slid inside to his knuckle. He fucked me a couple of times with his finger as I breathed hard, before he crooked it and pressed and I nearly shot off the bed. Oh yeah, he knew what he was doing all right.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, almost dislodging him as I bucked. My cock spurted a jet of cum against my belly and I writhed, whimpering. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had managed to find my prostate so easily.

He smiled and leaned down over me, lips brushing mine as he stroked my insides with that finger. My cock dribbled cum like a leaky hosepipe with every pass of his finger. It was rock hard, harder than I’d been in forever, my balls aching, and I was like a bundle of jelly under the control of his finger.

When he pushed a second finger into me, I thought I would come. I whined, clutching at his wrist and he stilled, maybe thinking I was trying to stop him. I didn’t know what I was trying to do. Maybe stop him from making me come so soon, or maybe push him to go harder and faster.

We looked at each other. I could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave and the smell of cum and sex and sweat and I felt about to erupt any moment like a volcano.

“If you want me to last,” I said unsteadily, “which I’m absolutely not going to do by the way, you should stop.”

He looked amused. “All right. Shall I proceed to the main event?”

“Please do.”

He laughed softly, withdrawing his fingers. We were so polite and British.

I watched him tear open his condom with his teeth, with the blood pounding in my ears and my body shaking with need. He rolled the latex down his shaft and pressed his cock against my entrance.

We looked at each other. He pushed and I arched, throwing my arms above my head, crying out as he breached my arse, sinking deeply inside.

“Oh God! Oh God!” I wasn’t usually so dramatic, but then I’d never felt like I was coming apart at the seams during sex before. He didn’t stop until he’d impaled me all the way and I was gasping at the fullness inside me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. It had been a while, but I couldn’t remember it ever feeling like this in the past.

“Are you okay?”

I didn’t remember anyone ever asking me that before when they fucked me. I gripped his shoulders. “Yes. God, yes.” I pulled him down and kissed him hard and he responded, our tongues tangling, easing back before taking me deep again. I hissed, panting against his mouth, lifting my legs around him.

He took me with slow, sure strokes. He slid a hand under my arse, lifting me against him as he penetrated me as deeply as he could go and I shook, white sparks going off behind my closed eyes, sinking my nails into his back.

He swore, pressing his face against my neck, kissing my throat, and I dissolved. His lips were so soft, his kisses so passionate. He moved into my body like he knew the way I wanted to be fucked and like we had done it a hundred times before. He was perfect. This was perfect. The orgasm was building in my balls, the pit of my stomach, and when it came, I would be swept away from all that I knew.

When Lucas drew back and changed his angle, thrusting just right, he got my prostate once again and I nearly screamed the place down. I clung to him, lifting my hips, pressing ardent kisses to his temple, his cheek, his hair. He gave a breathless laugh before he lifted his face and kissed me, then reached between our bodies and curled his fingers around my desperate cock.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me see you come.”

“Oh fuuuuck,” was my gabbled response. “Oh fuck, Lucas, oh my God.” I’m surprised he didn’t tell me I needed a thesaurus. I had never been so vocal, so loud, during sex before. Usually I made a few grunts before I was done and rolled away unsatisfied. Now I was some wild out of control man having the time of his life with the lover I’d been looking for forever. And to think I’d actually stopped to consider it long and hard before I agreed to getting fucked by him. Now I really was getting it long and hard.

He rested his forehead on mine, our lips an inch apart. He wanked my cock in time to his thrusts and he took me all the way to blistering ecstasy I had once only dreamed of. I grabbed his tight, muscular arse and bucked against him as the climax washed over me in a flood of scalding pleasure that shook my entire body. My cock jerked in his hand, spurting over my stomach and chest, thick ropes of cum that seemed to go on forever, wringing me dry. I cried out, holding onto him hard as though he would slide away and take my orgasm with him. I heard him groan as I was coming and he nailed me another couple of times with jerky thrusts before he started to slow.

As the waves died away, leaving me barely conscious, I felt his hand on my forehead, stroking my damp hair back. “Happy Christmas,” he said.

I dissolved into laughter and he laughed with me, our bodies shaking together, still entwined. We kissed, lazy gentle kisses that still held passion and even though I was wrung out and couldn’t move, I thought to myself that I could probably go again, such was the power of his kiss.

He eased free and knelt up to take care of his condom. Without his warmth on top of me, I was cold with the sweat cooling on my body. I turned onto my side, drawing my legs up. He got up and leaned down over me to plant a kiss on my head. Then he padded off towards the door in the corner which I was guessing led to an en suite. I closed my eyes and smiled. Fuck me.

I’d fallen asleep when I felt the mattress dip beside me. “I brought you a cloth,” he whispered. “Seeing as you don’t seem able to move.”

“That’s very kind of you,” I muttered with my tongue feeling thick in my mouth, uncurling my body stiffly. Wet warmth touched my cock, wiping the head, and I twitched, wishing it was his mouth. He cleaned my belly, then he lifted my knee, spreading me open and wiped lube off my arse. I felt a little embarrassed but not so much that I stopped him, because it was kind of nice. Another first for me. Someone mopping me up after they’d fucked me.

He kissed my forehead. “Get warm,” he said, lifting my legs to get the quilt from under me before he pulled it up to my shoulders. I sighed in pleasure and closed my eyes again, drifting away.