Chapter 2

Two

OLIVER

Jesus Christ, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never done anything so reckless in my life, but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t leave without knowing what he tasted like. Peppermint and a hint of cherries. It was delicious. Everything about him is delicious. He gave me the best blow job, and I came harder than I ever have before.

The way he gripped me, kissed me, looked at me. I want more. I’ve never felt more wanted, owned, or worshiped in my life. I’m shaking a little with the knowledge that I just cheated on my girlfriend of four months. And the worst part is, even though it makes me a complete and utter bellend, I want to do it again. With him. Fuck, I don’t even know his name but I can’t go back to Scarsdale without knowing what it’s like to feel him inside me, surrounding me.

I was stunned when he asked me to stay, but I am staying. Even though I’m exhausted and even though I have three missed calls from Amanda on my phone and just as many texts, I ignore them, as I watch the handsome young stranger moving around behind the bar, filling orders, mixing drinks, and chatting with customers, every once in a while flashing me a dazzling smile or a wink, making my cheeks heat every damn time.

Even though he’s significantly younger than me, there’s something about how he talked to me, how he swallowed me down and told me to use him, let me fuck his face with no mercy, that I can’t get out of my mind. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Over the next two hours he doesn’t find much time to visit with me, but maybe that makes the prospect of fucking back at his place even more enticing. The waiting, the anticipation. I do order a couple more drinks, but stick to non alcoholic beverages. I don’t want to be drunk when we leave. If I’m going to have my first time with a man, I want to be completely alert and aware.

“Hey,” he says, coming over to me with a grin on his face. “You stayed. Does that mean you’ll come home with me?”

I nod.

His smile grows wider, and I can’t help smiling back. “Give it a couple of minutes and then come find me in the parking lot.”

I nod again. When he emerges from behind the bar and heads around the corner I wait the allotted amount of time and then leave some cash on the bar before grabbing my suit jacket off the back of the chair and heading towards the door.

I spot him in the car park, standing next to an older, gray Hyundai Elantra, the paint peeling off the bumper, and the passenger side mirror missing, his smile just as wide as before. He’s wearing a striking leather jacket over his work clothes now and it makes him look a little bit older, and a hell of lot sexier.

“Ready?” he says. “I know it’s nothing fancy, but it works.” He gestures to the car. “Wanna follow me?” He turns around and opens the driver’s side door. I should be telling someone what I’m doing, right? But I can’t. Who do I tell that I’m going to a relative stranger’s house to fuck when I’m in a relationship? God, I’m being stupid. I’ve never been so impulsive and careless, but tonight seems to be my night for it.

I nod and take my keys from my pocket, pressing the keyfob and making the lights flash. “Of course you have a Bentley,” he says, but there’s no disdain in his voice, and I think I even detect a small smile. I flush. “See you there?”

I nod, then head towards my car as he climbs into his. He waits until he knows I’m able to follow and pulls out of the car park.

Christ, what the fuck am I doing?

HUNTER

Ten minutes later, I’m pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex, and a second after that, London pulls up beside me in his Bentley.

I climb out of my car and he follows, looking around. He seems a bit unsure and I don’t really blame him. I have a feeling this isn’t the kind of area he is accustomed to. It’s not bad, but it’s not upscale either. I notice that his suit jacket is still missing, and he’s removed his tie, the top couple of buttons on his dress shirt undone, giving me a peak at his ivory chest and the dusting of auburn hair scattered across it. My cock jerks at the idea of burying my face in that hair and inhaling his scent.

“You alright?” I ask. “I know it’s not Scarsdale, but it’s safe.”

He nods and then follows me inside and up the stairs to the third floor.

“Is there not a bloody lift in this place?” he asks, his breaths coming heavier as we reach the third floor hallway.

I chuckle. “You tired, old man? I knew you were older than me, but I didn’t think you were that old.”

He narrows his eyes at me in a way that is more endearing than anything else and I laugh again. “Sod off,” he replies, and I laugh more.

“My roommates are out,” I tell him, stopping in front of the apartment I share with two other guys. “So you can be as loud as you want.” I wink and he flushes bright pink.

“You enjoy flustering me, don’t you?” he says.

“Maybe,” I admit. Then glance down at his lips. My cock jerks again and suddenly I am a lot more eager to get inside than I was thirty seconds ago. I turn the key in the lock and and as soon as I hear it click I push the door open, grabbing his arm and pulling him in after me.

“Fuck,” he curses as he trips slightly, and I laugh as I close the door and lock it. Then I’m gripping him and shoving him so his back is against it.

“Sorry, handsome,” I purr, then take his mouth with mine again. I kiss him hungrily, my tongue sliding inside that warm, wet heat and making me groan before I pull back. “You do things to me.”

“Likewise,” he murmurs, his pupils dilated and his voice that deep rumble that tells me he’s as horny as I am. I feel his dick twitching against my thigh.

“Mmmmm,” I groan, as I reach down to stroke him through his pants. He hisses and pulls my face to his again, pressing his lips against mine as he thrusts into my hand. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Bedroom,” I say, pulling away. I slide my shoes off, leaving them by the door. He does the same, before I am taking his hand and pulling him down the hall towards my room. I don’t bother turning any lights on on the way. I don’t give a fuck, and the only thing I want right now is to have him underneath me. I flip the light switch once we get to my room and the lamp on the bedside table turns on, casting a warm glow over the space. It’s perfect.

Gripping his face in my palms, I kiss him feverishly for several seconds before pulling away. “Strip,” I tell him, and he listens, sliding out of his dress pants and shirt as I slip my jacket off and toss it aside, then pull my T-shirt over my head and undo my jeans.

Seconds later we’re both standing there naked and my cock jerks at the sight of him, precum oozing out and sliding down my shaft. “God, you’re sexy,” I say, and he bites his lip. It’s the most adorable thing ever. His cock is deliciously hard and his own precum leaks out, making my mouth water once again at the memory of what he tastes like. Now that he’s got his shirt off I have a perfect view of the smattering of auburn chest hair across his pecs and abdomen, and as I move closer I see the dusting of freckles along his shoulders and arms.

“Fuck, London, you make me so damn hard,” I growl as I grip his hair and tilt his head slightly, slotting my lips against his again. He moans in my mouth as our cocks press together when I shove him against the door once more. I take both of us in my hand and start to stroke us together, using our precum as lube. He’s so big I can barely get my hand around both of us. He moans and whimpers into my mouth as I work both of our shafts, the feeling of his naked cock against mine utterly sinful, and I kiss him harder, my tongue sliding even further into his mouth. I suck and lick, and he grips my hair in turn, kissing me back just as fiercely.

“Hmmm, nggg,” he whines and I pull back. “Stop, please,” he pants. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I grin and release him, but continue to stroke myself as he watches, his eyes darkening as he licks his lips. “You want this, beautiful?” He nods. “On the bed, then,” I order, and he moves instantly. God, it turns me on to have him obeying me. I’ve always loved being in charge in bed. It’s not a requirement but I certainly prefer it.

“How do you want me?” he asks, stopping by the side of the bed and looking back at me. His cock is straining, slick with our precum and it glistens in the low light of the room, making my own cock twitch at the sight. He seems slightly hesitant, and I don’t know why.

“You sure about this?” I ask, and he nods, so I say, “any way you want is fine with me, beautiful.”

He climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees. “How’s this?” he asks.

I lick my lips as I move closer. God, that’s a gorgeous ass. Round and full, and begging to be filled, to be used. “Good,” I say, then climb on behind him and press kisses to his spine, making him shiver. “You seem a little nervous, handsome. You sure you’re okay?”

He nods. “Yes, I…just, go slow. And be gentle.”

My lips leave his naked skin and I ask, “You ever bottomed before?” He shakes his head. “You’re in for a treat, then, sweetheart. And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. You’re safe with me.”

He nods, and I continue to press kisses down the length of his spine until I reach his perky ass cheeks and begin to nibble and lick on the taught globes. He gasps and I hear his breath picking up as I grip his hips and suck on his ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” he cries, and my cock jerks, precum leaking onto the sheets below me.

“Mmm, you taste good, London,” I purr, before spreading his cheeks and blowing on his hole. He jerks and swears again and I grin. “You like that?”

He nods and I grin wider. I blow on his hole one more time, making him spasm, before I say, “Lower your top half onto the mattress, gorgeous.” He does and I groan as his gorgeous pucker flutters, practically asking me to suck and lick on it, to fuck it. Fuck, yes. I lean in and lick a stripe from his taint up to his hole, and he bucks.

“Christ,” he almost shouts, and it’s a really good thing my roommates are out.

I chuckle, then grip his hips tighter and repeat the action a few more times, making him squirm and let out a series of curses, before I slide my tongue into his hole.

“Fuck,” he cries, and I have to grip him tighter to keep him from moving away as I tongue fuck him. God he’s delicious. His sounds have my cock throbbing and I feel him shaking as he mewls.

“Shit, I can’t,” he whimpers. “Please.” I slide my tongue out of him and wipe the saliva off my chin. His body is quaking and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, I almost came,” he groans, catching his breath.

“Would that be so bad?” I tease, and he looks back at me over his shoulder.

“I want to come with you inside me,” he says, and God, yes, I want that too. Want to feel his hole clenching around me, choking my cock while he releases.

I press a few more kisses to his lower back and ass before I say, “Roll over. I want to see you when I fuck you.” His cheeks pinken, but he does as I ask, and God, the sight of him staring up at me, face flushed, sweat beaded on his chest and forehead, hair a mess makes me groan. I grip his knees and shove them apart a bit more, then slide between them and hover over him. I’ve never fucked any of my other hook ups this way. I always took them from behind because it was less intimate, and that’s how I wanted it. Just a transaction. But I can’t help but feel like whatever this is, it’s more. I lower my lips to his and kiss him again. He’s staring at me when I pull away. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper. I feel his cock jerk against my stomach as his face flushes again, and I moan. He likes that. He likes to be complimented. To be told he’s beautiful, good, sexy.

I kiss him again, deeper this time, and he moans into my mouth. I feel his legs spreading wider and lifting, his knees brushing against my arms. “You want my cock, gorgeous?” I ask, pulling away.

“Please,” he says. I kiss him and then sit back.

“Lift your hips,” I instruct. He does, and I grab the pillow next to him and shove it under his ass, elevating him slightly. “Now, spread those pretty legs for me again, baby,” I say. His cock jerks again as more precum leaks out.

“That’s it,” I praise, when I see that pretty pucker once again, fluttering eagerly. I grab the lube from the nightstand and slick my fingers up, then I slide closer and tap my finger at his entrance, making him gasp. “That feel good?” I say. He nods, but doesn’t speak.

“Talk to me, beautiful. Use your words, or you don’t get my cock.”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck, yes, it feels good. Please, don’t stop.”

I grin and press against his hole a second time, then circle the gorgeous pucker a few times, before sliding my middle finger inside him. He lets out the most incredible moan and throws his head back, his neck muscles strained as his ass clenches around my finger, his thighs spasming.

“Fuck,” he cries, as I move inside him. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I chuckle. “You haven’t seen anything yet, handsome.” I slide out and he fucking whimpers, his head lifting as he stares at me. I slick my fingers up again and then slide back inside him, two this time. His hips buck as he cries out.

“Shit!” He’s breathing heavier now and more sweat breaks out across his upper body.

“Open your eyes,” I tell him. “I want to look at you while I finger fuck this pretty little hole.”

He stares at me, and nods. I scissor my fingers and he mewls. “It burns a little.”

“Should I stop?” I ask, my fingers stalling inside him. He shakes his head vehemently.

“No, fuck, God, no, don’t stop,” he practically whines. “Please don’t stop.”

I scissor my fingers a few more times before I search for that soft rubbery spot inside him. When I reach it and nudge my finger against it, his entire body jolts as he curses again, and reaches down to grip his cock. He squeezes, no doubt to keep himself from coming.

“Shit,” he says again and I see his eyes watering.

“No coming until I’m inside you, London,” I say. “You got that? I want this pretty hole spasming around my cock when you unload.” He swallows and nods, and I add a third finger, stretching him even more.

“Shit, please,” he begs after only a few seconds. “I can’t. I need you inside me.” It’s not lost on me that neither of us have shared our names. I thought about it, but I know I have to let him go after we’re finished and knowing his name will make that even harder. I don’t know his reason, but I don't care. Though hearing my name on his lips as he moans, and begs, and whimpers, or even better, when he comes, would be heaven.

If he’s willing, though, maybe I’ll get his number before he leaves, hopefully not until morning. He is from Scarsdale so I could see him when I go back home. Hell, I’d make a trip just to see him, and not just for sex.

He’s stretched enough now, so I nod and slide my fingers out before grabbing a condom and more lube. I slide on the condom and slick myself up. “Put your legs over my arms,” I tell him. He complies and his hands grip my shoulders as my cock presses against his entrance, making us both moan.

“Oh, fuck.” My cock pushes past his tight ring and slips inside. Fuck, I’m not even close to all the way inside him, but it feels so damn good. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Then grip his hand and pull it to my lips, pressing kisses to it. “You okay?” I ask.

He nods. “It hurts.”

“It will hurt some, just for a little bit, but I’ll go slow, I promise. It’ll be worth it. Trust me?” He nods again and my heart soars. I kiss his fingers a few more times and then release his hand and grip his hair instead. “Kiss me,” I say, and he lifts his head to capture my lips with his as I continue to slide inside him, inch by inch. I do as I said I would, going as slowly as I can, and he stretches to accept me, his tight heat like a vice around my cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling away from the kiss. “It feels like you’re splitting me in two.” He lets out a breath and I smile as I slide a little bit further in, moving my hand down to rub circles on his abdomen, feeling his treasure trail under my fingers and purring at the sensation.

“Your ass is taking my cock so well, baby,” I tell him, and his cock jerks between us. Fuck, he’s a slut for praise. I let out another breath as I bottom out, my balls resting against his ass. His chest is rising and falling as he grips my shoulders so tightly I’m pretty sure he’ll leave bruises, and I press my forehead to his. “So fucking perfect,” I murmur against his lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart.” I don’t know where all the terms of endearment are coming from but I can’t help it. It’s like he’s pulling them out of me and I don't have any control over the shit coming out of my mouth.

I slide out almost all the way and then back in, and his thighs tremble. I do it one more time, and he whimpers. “Don’t hold back,” I tell him when he bites his lip. “I want to hear you, gorgeous. I want to know what I do to you.”

“Fuck!” he cries as I slide out one more time and then thrust back in harder. God, he feels incredible. I know I’m not going to last long.

“Legs over my shoulders, baby,” I instruct, and he obeys without hesitation, his eyes lidded, and his hair dampened with sweat. I moan at the sight of his perfect hole swallowing my cock as I slide out and back in again, his body practically bent in half as I impale him on my cock.

“Oh, God,” he whimpers. “Oh, Christ, Oh, fuck, fuck.” I thrust my hips and the new angle has my cock pegging his prostate over and over as he mewls underneath me.

“Fuck, London, you feel so good,” I growl, gripping his hair. I thrust a few more times. “Your hole is so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

His cock jerks at the same time his hole spasms around me, and I groan. “Look at me,” I demand, and his eyes lock with mine. “I want you looking into my eyes when I make you come, beautiful. You’re gonna remember who made you feel this way.” He groans as my cock hits his sweet spot again and again. “God, you're so damn perfect, aren’t you?”

His hands grip my shoulder so hard I feel his nails digging in, and then he’s throwing his head back on a growl as he sprays his release between us and his hole spasms around me. “Fuck,” I groan, picking up my pace and slamming into him again. It only takes three more thrusts before my load is shooting inside of him and filling the condom. Then I’m kissing him, and my chest aches at the thought of never doing this again. What is it about him that has me so enraptured?

He was so damn perfect.

I pull out slowly, then lean over and lap his release from his stomach, making him gasp and jerk slightly.

“Fuck,” he says, his stomach sinking in as he grabs my hair to keep it from falling into his cum. I hum around the taste of him as it slides down my throat, then press a kiss to the tip of his cock. It twitches, and I kiss it again, before sliding my finger through his release that’s on my stomach and lifting it to my mouth, sucking it inside and swallowing again. Then I’m moving up and pressing my mouth to his.

He opens for me and I slide my tongue inside, letting him taste himself on me. After a final peck to his lush lips I remove the condom and tie it off before tossing it in the trash can beside the bed, and collapsing next to him.

“You okay?” I ask, running my finger over his pecs, feeling the soft hairs there.

“Very much,” he replies. He looks exhausted but sated. He reaches over to stroke my cheek. “I should go.”

My eyes meet his. “Please don’t.” I can’t stand the thought of him leaving right now. I’ve never wanted a hook up to stay a second after we’ve both gotten off, but for some reason it’s different with him.

He swallows, his fingers drifting to the ends of my hair as he plays with the strands. “I have a long drive home.”

“Make it in the morning,” I urge. “Just one night here, with me. Please? You can shower and I’ll wash your clothes, feed you breakfast. Besides, you’re exhausted and it’s late. You really shouldn’t be driving.”

His gaze flits over my face and his eyes are filled with uncertainty, but he nods. “Very well.” I chuckle and kiss him. Then curl up by his side and drift to sleep.