6. Little Death

SIX

LITTLE DEATH

NICHOLAS

Usually, I'm not this bold. I don't just offer to hold someone's hand, ask if they want to make out, and then kiss them behind my car because we both couldn't wait.

Then again, everything about how we got to this point was unusual anyway.

All of it felt right. Jason felt right. When he asked me if I wanted to stay with him tonight, when I kissed him again after we arrived at the hotel and allowed him to lead me to his bloody gigantic bed—everything just came to us naturally.

The moon shone through the windows, making the mountains in the background look like a mural. Four night lights illuminated the room, casting their faint glow like little ghosts watching over us.

My heart was pounding like crazy. I had done nothing even remotely like this since I left Austin, Texas, over a year ago.

Jason didn't waste a second, pushing me onto his bed and climbing on top of me to bury his tongue deep in my mouth.

I wrapped my hands around his back, holding him as tight as I could. Feeling his weight on top of me, his warmth, his tongue, his everything, made me want to go all the way.

I wasn't even sure if this was going to lead to sex or if he just wanted to make out a little more before we fell asleep side by side, knowing that at least for this one night, we wouldn't have to spend it alone.

Whatever the outcome, it was already one of the best nights of my life.

My fingertips tingled as if they were statically charged from exploring his back.

Jason slowed down, turning his deep kisses into little pecks on my cheeks as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop or continue. His right hand ran up and down my arm as if trying to warm me up after a chilly night. He grabbed my shoulders and dropped down beside me, rolling me onto my side with him.

The pecks turned to just looking at me, a dead giveaway that he might not want to get under the sheets with me—at least not right away. So, I crossed my right leg over my left to hide the obvious erection in my crotch.

"I'm sorry," Jason whispered, pointing to his right eye. "I have to take this out." He didn't get up, though. His hand was still caressing my arm, showing no sign of wanting to stop. He rubbed me for another minute until his hand moved on, first to my hips and then to my ass. He felt it up as if he had longed for it for a while, taking his time as if my butt was something to be cherished.

My dick twitched and pressed hard against my leg, which was still trying to hide it. His hand wandered to the front under my sweater and shirt—only barely missing my bulge. His fingers brushed through the hair that ran down my stomach before tugging at my shirt, indicating he wanted to pull it up. Since I was on my side, it didn't move much, so I rolled onto my back to give my clothes some room to move—also revealing the erection that was hiding in my pants. Jason paused when he noticed, just for a second, before a mischievous grin took over his face. He pulled the shirt up further, exposing my stomach.

The hair, which drew a line from my belly button into my pants, cast tiny shadows on my white skin in the moonlight. Jason traced them with his fingertips, not stopping when he reached my jeans but moving to my bulge and grabbing what was underneath. He pressed his palm deep into my dick. The sensation of him feeling me up flooded my body. I inhaled sharply. He wrapped his palm around my cock, making an imprint that left little to the imagination.

Jason pushed himself up and moved his head to my stomach, giving it a peck before looking up at me. "Now you know what can happen when I'm back," he said, climbing out of bed.

He took his time walking to the door that led to the old staff bathroom as if he wanted to make sure I could take in all of him. When he reached the other side of the room, he turned and gave me a good look at his growing bulge before pushing the door open.

As soon as I was alone, my hands rushed to my dick, kneading it like he did. I hadn't been this hard in a long time. When you live in your car, it is hard to get some alone time. I would sometimes masturbate in the gym shower, but I only did it when I could be sure there was no one around to catch me in the act. So, just the prospect of getting some action almost made me cum in my pants.

His bed was a lot more comfortable than the back of my minivan, which shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. I stretched my arms over my head, trying to distract myself from my raging boner. My eyes wandered around the room. The pine trees surrounding the building, the mountains in the distance, and the night lights were like a beautiful dream. My head sank deep into the pillows. This was no dream. This was really happening.

A squeak announced Jason's return. While he was wearing his eye patch again, his shirt was now gone, leaving his chest bare. My eyes were glued to the tufts of dark chest hair that adorned his upper body. Nothing could have prepared me for this sight. I got rid of my sweater and the white shirt underneath it so fast that it must have been clear that we were on the same page about where this was going.

The bed creaked softly as he climbed up beside me and rested his head on the pillow. He breathed deeply, his eyes fixed on mine. Everything about his appearance was beautiful to me—his beard, his broad shoulders, the small fold in his stomach that he only had now that he was lying next to me. Not to mention his damned big bulge, now more prominent than before.

I brushed the back of my fingers up his right arm, and when I reached his neck, I pulled him into a kiss. I opened my mouth, and so did he. Our tongues met with the same intensity as before, as if we had never had to take a quick break.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him with me. Jason swung his left leg around me and rested his palm on my chest.

He pulled away from my kiss. "This is scary," he whispered.

"Why?" I whispered back.

"If we keep going like this, I doubt we'll get any sleep."

"I can do without a night's sleep."

"I wasn't just talking about tonight." His head dropped so that his forehead was now resting on mine. "You're so sexy. I feel like I might do crazy things to you if we go any further…"

My mouth watered. "What crazy things?"

The bed shook as he pushed himself on top of me. "You'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" His legs framed me as he pressed his bulge into mine, his mouth hovering over me, aiming for a kiss but not taking it. "Things like this, for instance." He leaned closer, his lips only a millimeter away, but he still didn't go for it. The corners of his mouth twitched. "Do you like this? Do you like me being a tease?"

I swallowed. "You've been teasing me all week. I wouldn't be here if I didn't like it."

"What if I brought you all the way to an orgasm but stopped at the last moment, delaying that last edge that you then so desperately want to be pushed over? But you can't take care of it yourself because I've tied up your hands? How about I fuck you, but don't stop when I come? I just keep going on, and you don't know if you'll ever leave my bed again. Doesn't that scare you?"

My cock was throbbing. That didn't sound scary. It sounded like the stuff that my dreams were made of. "My dick certainly isn't scared of it," I replied. The truth was, I loved being fucked, but because I was tall, guys always assumed that I was a top—which I didn't mind being, yes, but the best orgasms I‘ve had were when I was on the receiving end. "My ass isn't either," I added, leaving my mouth open so he knew I was ready for him to enter me whenever he wanted.

"Once I start, I won't stop." Jason licked his lips. "I will not tie up your hands. I want to make sure that you trust me completely first. But I'm going to keep my promise that you won't get any sleep tonight and that you'll be sweating and begging for more."

"We'll see who lasts longer," I replied, pulling him into another kiss.

He thrust his hips forward, rubbing our bulges against each other. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, to my right nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, then bit into it—soft enough not to hurt me but strong enough to send shivers through my body.

I spread my legs to give him more room to work, and he eagerly climbed between them while nibbling on my left nipple and kneading my dick through my pants.

His lips moved further down, and when he reached my stomach, he brushed his entire face into it, rubbing his beard against my hair. He inhaled deeply while his fingers already moved on to unbutton my jeans. I lifted my ass as he pulled them down. He left my underpants on, but my dick was so hard that it was already sticking out through the waistband. He licked his lips at the sight and brought his nose close to breathe in me again.

A lustful moan escaped his mouth.

As if his motor was now running at full speed, his fingers slipped underneath the waistband, pulling my briefs down and exposing my cock. He pushed my legs up as if he wanted to see everything: my dick, my balls, my hole.

I was so damn hard that if he'd ordered me to cum, I could have done it. Not that I had any desire for such a quick end. On the contrary. I wanted what he had suggested. I wanted him to tease me. I wanted him to play with me, to shove his dick in me and screw me until the sun came up. We would only stop fucking to go to work, where he would tease me whenever he got the chance, undress me with his gaze and then bring me back here to fuck me for another night, rob me of my sleep—only to repeat it over and over again.

He grabbed my dick and pulled the foreskin down. My glans grew as it peeked out, bringing a smile to his face. He licked over it, over my shaft, over my balls, and then buried his tongue in my crack.

He licked over my pucker, moaning as if this was the treat that he was hoping for this Halloween. I opened my mouth wide, inhaled sharply, and held my breath.

"Don't hold back," he ordered me. "We're the only ones around for two miles. Let me hear you enjoy it."

I let go. My moan reverberated through the room.

"Yeah, just like that," he praised me, eating out my ass like there was no tomorrow while his right hand jerked me off.

I arched my back. The combined sensations of what he was doing to my body were so intense that I didn't know where to focus. My moans increased as I could feel an orgasm building. He stroked me more and more, increasing his speed, and just as I was only a second away from shooting my load, he let go of me completely. He pulled his hands back, as well as his mouth.

The smirk on his face spoke volumes.

I wanted to reach for my dick and finish the job myself, but as if he had seen it coming, he grabbed my hands and pushed them into the mattress.

"See? No need to tie you up."

"You're killing me," I panted.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" He opened his mouth wide and hovered it over my glans, but instead of taking it in, he stuck out his tongue and licked off the pre-cum. "In France, they call an orgasm a petite mort —a little death. I don't want you to die, Nicholas."

"I will die eventually, like everyone else."

"Not tonight, you will. But you will have an orgasm worthy of that euphemism." He let go of my hands and pushed my left leg up. "Turn around."

I obeyed his command, lying down on my stomach and spreading my legs wide for him. He rubbed the palms of his hands over my glutes before they rushed to his pants.

As I heard him unbuckle his belt, I glanced over my shoulder. He pulled his pants off, his dick popping out, standing strong and straight over me. His shaft was thick, adorned by a single vein, his balls firm. The view was magnificent.

"I know you're in charge," I said, reaching behind my back with my right hand and grabbing this cock. "But only of my orgasms, not my hands."

He knelt on the bed and brought his dick a little closer so I could wrap my hands around it all the way. He leaned over me, put his hand on my head, and guided it to the pillow. "Relax and close your eyes, but keep doing what you're doing."

My hands continued to work as the darkness took over. Now that my vision was gone, I could feel him throb even more intensely in my palms. I pulled back his foreskin, trying to form an image from what I felt in my hand. His dick was warm and ready to do me good.

Jason leaned to the left.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered.

A drawer was opened.

Plastic rustled, followed by the sound of something being ripped open.

He placed the condom in my hand and guided me to put it on him.

I unrolled it, feeling up his shaft.

"Very good," he praised me, gently brushing his knees against my thighs to spread them further apart.

The room rippled with the soft snap of a cap being clicked open. Cold lubricant poured over my fingers. I massaged it onto his dick while his hands worked on my asshole, making sure it was lubricated as well.

His index finger went inside me, and I couldn't keep a loud moan from escaping my mouth.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Jason chuckled. "I'm just going to fuck your brains out."

"I'm all yours," I encouraged him.

His mouth searched for my ears and whispered, "Are you going to call me Master now?"

"Do you want me to?"

His index finger was joined by the middle one, moving in and out, preparing me for him. I pushed my ass up higher, breathing to relax my whole body.

"Ready for the full action?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He pulled his fingers out and pressed the head of his dick against my hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he went in with just the tip. My ass gave way to him, but I was glad he paused when his glans was inside.

"More or out?"

"Just wait a minute," I said. It took me a few breaths, but as soon as my muscles relaxed, I felt like I was in heaven. "Now."

He pushed deeper, and I moaned the house down.

"All the way in," I said, and he followed through until his balls brushed against mine.

Jason's stomach fit perfectly into my arched back. He leaned over me, his breath caressing my neck. "You're so warm," he whispered in my ear.

He pulled his cock back out an inch. "Are you good?"

"Yeah."

"Not scared?"

"I've already accepted that I'll never sleep again."

He kissed my neck and pushed his cock back in. "We'll take it slow. Then fast, then slow again, and if it's not morning by then, we'll keep changing the pace."

As much as I wanted to say something teasing, I couldn't. My entire focus was on his cock in my ass, slowly thrusting in and out of me. Jason wrapped his fingers around my hands, holding me tight as he picked up the pace.

As promised, he varied his speed as he fucked me for I don't know how long. He hit the perfect spot, building me up to a possible hands-free orgasm, but whenever I got close, he stopped.

I couldn't see the smile on his face, but I knew it was there.

"How can you fuck for so long without cumming yourself?" I asked, completely out of breath.

"I could have cum. I didn't want to. This is way too much fun not to savor it."

He fucked me for at least another ten minutes before pulling his dick out of me without a warning.

"Turn around," he ordered.

My muscles were so relaxed that it took me a moment to do so. But as soon as I was on my back, he pushed my legs up and his dick in, fixing his gaze on me.

"Even better," he said, leaning down to kiss me. "Do you like to be kissed when you cum?"

I wasn't sure if my answer would make him give me exactly that or the opposite, but I went with the truth. "Cumming while being fucked and kissed is awesome."

He grinned, leaving it open for now how he would handle that information. He pushed himself back up, holding my legs high as he thrust his dick in and out of me. Every muscle in his body moved with his hips. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back into his neck as he let out a loud moan.

His hands ran down my chest and stomach, wrapping around my cock. He moved my foreskin back and forth as if to announce that he wanted us to cum together—and hell, I was ready. He leaned forward and hovered his face over me.

"Cum for me, Nicholas," he whispered, lowering his mouth to mine. His hips thrust as hard as they could. His hands flashed up and down my cock.

I moaned with his tongue in my throat, and as I shot my load all over my stomach, he broke free from the kiss, leaned his forehead against mine, and pushed himself deep into me. His cock throbbed as he came. We moaned and groaned into each other's ears, almost as if we were singing together.

Slowly, he moved his hips again, kissing me one last time before he pulled his dick out and collapsed on the bed next to me, panting.

"Didn't you want to… continue fucking me after you came?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me? I'm over thirty. I'm glad I lasted this long," he laughed, and I joined in.

"I feel you," I replied, reaching over to put my hand on his chest. For a minute, we lay next to each other, naked, surrounded by the mountains in that little town no one had ever heard of.

"Nicholas?" Jason whispered, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I'm only asking because I don't want to assume anything…" He turned his head to me. "You're going to spend the night, aren't you?"

"If that's okay?"

"It's cold out there." He wrapped his arms around my shoulder, pulling me in close. "Not that you'll freeze to death."

"Only little deaths allowed in your house, huh?"

"Exactly."