7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Jesse

I kneel on the floor in front of Martin, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself, because he looks completely blissed out. His eyes dark with lust and slightly unfocused, while his breathing fast and shallow. I love that I can affect him like this.

Unfortunately, however, my 44-year-old knees are complaining, so I reluctantly get to my feet, extending my hand to him.

He looks at me with hooded eyes, his gaze traveling down my body, coming to rest on my cock, which is still obviously hard in my shorts.

He licks his lips, reaching for me. "Mmm. My turn now," he says.

I step out of his reach with a teasing smile on my face.

"Nope, come with me to the bedroom. I don't know about you, but my knees are too old for this kind of fun on a hard floor. We're taking this to the bed. I refuse to rush this."

His eyes flash with desire as he stands, taking a moment to discard his shirt before following me into the bedroom I claimed earlier.

We stand in front of each other for a few moments. It's almost unbearably sexy to stand there fully dressed while Martin is completely naked.

As hot as it is, though, I'm more interested in getting naked so I can feel his skin against mine, so I reach back between my shoulders to pull my shirt over my head.

He licks his lips as he takes me in, and then steps forward, running his hands over my pecs. My eyes flutter shut. Feeling his hands on me is like heaven.

Wordlessly, he undoes my shorts and they fall to the floor around my feet. I step out of them without breaking eye contact. He steps into my space, but to my dismay, avoids my aching, straining cock. Instead, he turns us before pushing me gently backward until my calves hit the bed. I sit on the edge, but he keeps pushing at my shoulders.

"Scoot back to the pillows," he directs. "I want you to be comfortable. Because I plan on taking my time. Did you bring supplies?"

"In the bedside drawer," I groan, and slide back so my head is on the pillows, and he wastes no time climbing onto the bed and straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips.

He plants his mouth on mine and lets out a sexy as fuck groan. "Oh, god, I can taste myself on you," he whispers hoarsely.

Fuck, that's hot. I moan into his mouth as his tongue probes deeper.

I grab his hips, pulling him down, his cock sliding against mine, and we both moan at the delicious friction. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin just below my ear.

"You taste so good," he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Can't get enough of you."

He rocks his hips again, dragging the length of his cock against mine, and I dig my fingers into the firm globes of his ass to pull him closer. He lets out a breathy chuckle against my collarbone.

"Easy, love. We've got all night, remember? Let me take care of you properly."

With that, he shifts lower, placing hot open-mouthed kisses down my chest and abdomen. My cock twitches and strains toward him as he settles between my spread thighs, those gorgeous green eyes locked on mine as he licks a wet stripe up the underside of my shaft.

The way he's looking at me, like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever seen, is so intense it's almost a physical sensation. His tongue swirls around the head of my cock and I let out a low groan, fisting my hands in the sheets.

He takes me deeper into his mouth and I have to squeeze my eyes shut at the incredible wet heat surrounding me. He bobs his head, his cheeks hollowed, and I feel the pressure building already. "Fuck, Martin…gonna come too fast if you keep that up," I rasp out in warning.

He pulls off with a wicked grin, giving me a chance to catch my breath. "Easy there. Told you I plan on taking my time." He licks a long stripe up the underside of my shaft and I shudder. "Want you nice and relaxed for what I have in mind next."

I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily as he continues his exquisite torture. His tongue traces patterns along my cock, teasing and tantalizing. I'm torn between wanting to let go and the orgasm to overtake me, and holding back, trying to savor every second of this pleasure.

"Martin," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair. "You're driving me crazy."

He looks up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's the idea, love."

Without warning, he takes me deep into the back of his throat, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. My toes curl as he works me with his mouth, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, intense suction.

I'm teetering on the edge, my breath coming in short pants. "Fuck, I'm close… I'm gonna-"

He pulls off suddenly, leaving me aching and desperate. I whimper at the loss of contact, but he just grins, crawling back up my body.

"Not yet," Martin whispers with a wicked smile.

My whole body thrums with need, every nerve ending on fire. I groan in frustration, my hips lifting off the bed, seeking friction.

"Oh, god, please," I pant, not caring how desperate I sound.

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Patience, love. I'm not done with you yet."

His hands roam over my chest, teasing my nipples into hard peaks. I arch into his touch, craving more. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss and leaving me breathless again.

"Turn over," he murmurs against my mouth.

I comply eagerly, rolling onto my stomach. Martin's hands smooth down my back, kneading the muscles. I moan into the pillow as his thumbs dig into a particularly tight spot near my shoulder blades.

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathes, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck.

His lips trail down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shiver as he reaches the small of my back, his beard tickling my sensitive skin.

"Lift your hips," Martin instructs, his voice husky with desire.

I obey, pushing up onto my knees. He grips my ass, spreading me open. I tense in anticipation, my breath catching in my throat.

The first swipe of his tongue against my hole makes me cry out, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound. He hums in approval, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you."

He dives back in, licking and sucking with enthusiasm. I'm a writhing mess beneath him, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. My neglected cock throbs between my legs.

"Martin," I gasp, "Please, I need-"

He pulls back, leaving me aching and empty. "What do you need, Jesse?" he asks, his voice rough. "Tell me."

I turn my head, meeting his intense gaze over my shoulder. "You," I breathe. "I need you inside me. Please."

"Mmm. And I will be," he says. "But not until I'm good and ready," his eyes twinkle with lust and delight, and I groan in frustration, my excitement ratcheting impossibly higher.

I'm trembling with need, my whole body aching for his touch. His words send a shiver down my spine, and I push my hips back, silently begging for more.

"Please," I whimper, beyond caring how desperate I sound. "I need you so bad."

He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that makes my cock twitch. "Patience, love. I want to savor every inch of you."

His hands knead my ass, spreading me open again. His breath is hot against my sensitive skin just before his tongue darts out, circling my hole. I cry out, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound.

"None of that," Martin says, giving my ass a playful smack. "I told you, I want to hear you. Let it out. Let me hear what I do to you."

He dives back in, his tongue working me open with slow, deliberate strokes. I moan shamelessly, pushing back against his face, desperate for more. My neglected cock throbs between my legs, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.

"God, Martin, fuck yes. You. Oh, fuck yes." I'm a babbling mess, with no chance of a coherent sentence slipping out. I'm nothing but a bag of sensations.

He hums in response, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. I feel like I'm on fire, every nerve ending alive and sparking with sensation. His beard scratches deliciously against my skin as he works, adding another layer of stimulation that threatens to push me over the edge.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, Martin pulls back. I whine at the loss, feeling empty and desperate.

"Shh," he soothes, running his hands down my back. "I've got you, love."

I hear the snap of a bottle cap, and then his slick finger is circling my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and I bear down, welcoming the intrusion.

"That's it," Martin murmurs, working his finger in and out. "You're so tight. So perfect."

He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully. The burn is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that has me writhing on the sheets. He crooks his fingers, searching, and when he finds my prostate, I see stars.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out, my back arching. "Right there. Please, don't stop. God don't stop."

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure as he works me open. I'm dimly aware that I'm babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and praises falling from my lips.

"Please," I gasp, desperately pleading and wantonly rocking my ass against his fingers inside me. "I'm ready. I need you inside me."

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back. His lips brush my ear as he whispers, "Are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you."

I turn my head, catching his gaze. The intensity in his eyes takes my breath away. "I'm sure," I pant. "Please. Put your cock inside me. I can't wait."

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the slick sound of Martin lubing himself up. My heart races in anticipation.

Martin positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, and I moan, long and low.

"Oh, fuck," Martin groans as he bottoms out. "You're strangling my cock. God, you're so tight. So perfect."

He stills as he bottoms out, letting me get used to the feeling of fullness. I'm trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation and the emotion of having him inside me. After a moment, I rock my hips, silently asking for more.

Martin takes the hint, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He sets a steady rhythm, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I push back to meet him, wanting him deeper, harder.

"Yes," I moan. "God, just like that. Don't stop."

He grips my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, mixed with our gasps and moans. It's raw and primal and absolutely perfect.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire as Martin drives into me. His cock hits my prostate with each thrust, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I'm moaning shamelessly, but I can't bring myself to care.

"Fuck, Martin," I gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "So good… "

He leans over me, blanketing my body with his, his chest pressed against my back. The change in angle has me seeing stars, and I cry out, fisting my hands in the sheets.

"That's it, love," Martin murmurs in my ear, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "Let me hear you. You sound so beautiful."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I turn my head, seeking his lips. We kiss messily, all tongue and teeth, as he continues to fuck into me.

I can feel the pressure building in my core, my neglected cock throbbing between my legs. "Martin," I pant against his mouth. "I'm close… so close…"

He snakes a hand around my waist, wrapping his fingers around my aching shaft. "Come for me," he growls. "Want to feel you come apart around me."

It only takes a few strokes of his hand before I'm tumbling over the edge. I cry out Martin's name as my orgasm crashes over me, my vision whiting out as waves of pleasure course through my body. I clench around his cock, and he groans, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge.

We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Martin carefully pulls out, and I whimper at the loss. He disposes of the condom and then gathers me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.