13. TIM
Chapter thirteen
TIM
His large hands glide over my back as I work my way down his chest, peppering kisses over the arcs and fall of every muscle. I continue down the center of his chest and stomach until I’m forced off the bed to stand between his thick thighs to continue my journey.
My stomach is a swirl of butterflies but in a good way, the way they swarm after I land an awesome trick catch or like after I hit that home run, and all I want right now is for Lion to feel the same.
He links his hands behind his head, lifting himself to see me better, eyes bright, lips slightly parted. I hold his stare as I run my tongue over his hip bone and a pulse throbs through me when he shudders.
“Good?” I ask.
He nods. “Amazing.”
“Time for these to come off,” I say, flicking the button of his jeans open. He lifts his hips as I tug his jeans down over his thighs, his thick cock springboards out of its confines, and I gulp.
“You really are a god,” I say, and he blushes.
“I think you should be naked, too,” he says, and I pull my shirt over my head without a second thought. I’m used to people watching me. I revel in it normally, feeding off the way they stare, their lust, the desire in their eyes. I’ve seen it in the men I’d take home from a bar or that I met on an app as they grip my head and fuck my face, or pin my legs and screw me until I explode. But the way Lion is looking at me right now is different. There is something so much deeper than desire radiating from his stare. It’s like I’m the sun he’s been waiting for in an endless night. Like I’m the breath he’s been holding.
“Is this a dream?” he asks, and I kneel between his legs, my heart thudding a steady beat, and I slide my hands up his thighs. The soft hairs brush past the palms of my hands, and I grip his base. A bead of precome on his tip taunts me. I want to taste him, but I want to revel in this as long as I can, too, because something inside me is screaming that this is the first of something special. Of something amazing, and it’s not to be rushed.
“Have you dreamed of me like this before?” I ask, giving him one slow stroke.
“Once.”
My cock throbs hearing his reply. Knowing he’s pictured something like this. Pictured us together.
“Tell me about it.”
His cheeks blush brighter, but his lips pick up into a cheeky smirk.
“Kiss me again, and I’ll tell you,” he says, and I pump my brows.
“How about you tell me, and then I’ll do whatever you like?” I offer, and I lean forward and run my tongue over that teasing bead of precome, the salty burst hits my tongue, and my mouth awakens. He groans, and I wrap my lips over his cockhead and circle his crown with my tongue before releasing him with a pop.
“Holy fuck,” he groans.
“So, do we have a deal?”
He closes his eyes, and his tongue swipes over his lower lip.
“Yes. We have a deal. Okay, but just so you know, it wasn’t all sex,” he says, and I stroke him again slowly.
“That’s okay, I want to know everything. Plus, as a bonus, I’ll kiss you again any place you like as you tell me.”
“How about I get to kiss you any place I want to?”
“Okay, wherever you like, though, I have a few ideas about where I’d like to see those lips if you are open to suggestions.”
“Fuck. Okay, so you were walking home after a game, down that dark alley by your place,” he starts, and I run the tip of my tongue over his slit. He sucks in a breath but keeps going.
“I was walking behind you, making sure you got home okay because you were alone. I was about to turn away because you were near the end, but then this shape stepped out of the darkness, and they pinned you against the wall.”
I take his cockhead into my mouth again, only briefly, sucking softly and releasing as he sucks in a breath.
“Then what happened?” I ask.
“I ran to you and pulled them off you. They ran away, and I was going to go after them, but you grabbed me, and you hugged me so tight I couldn’t move. Then you invited me up for a drink to thank me for rescuing you.”
“My hero,” I say, stroking him softly and placing a soft kiss on the soft skin of his inner thigh.
He smiles. “I felt like I was your Superman. We went up to the rooftop, and I sat on the lounge while you made us drinks, but when you brought them over, I spilled mine, and you…”
He pauses, the blush to his cheeks deepens, and I rub my tongue up the length of him.
“Tell me, what did I do?”
“You dropped to your knees like you are now, pulled out my hard cock and sucked it deep into your throat.”
“Like this?” I ask, then wrap my mouth over him, holding suction. I swallow him down as far as I can, and his hips lift, pushing his length even further.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, and I back off, only to go down again. Gripping his base in one hand, I swallow him over and over, his taste teases my tongue, and I can’t wait to have him fill my throat. My cock sits hard and heavy between my legs, aching for attention. But I don’t touch it. I want to focus on Lion, on his pleasure. I cup his balls and give them a slight tug, squeezing his base and sucking his cockhead, reveling in the taste of him.
“This is… this…” he says through ragged breaths.
“Humfmm,” I murmur.
“It’s so much better than I imagined. You are… fuck.”
I nudge his knees out further, and on the next suck down his delicious cock, I don’t swallow. Instead, I let the taste of him dribble onto my fingers, then still gripping his base, I slide my slick thumb between his perfectly tight ass cheeks until it finds his hole, and then I hold it there, the pad pressed against him softly.
“God,” he groans, opening his legs wider and giving me the access I need. “I never imagined anything like this… so… so good.”
My mouth moves in a steady rhythm up and down his cock, tongue sliding around his length, feeling the perfect ridges of his veins as he hardens inside me. I gently circle his hole with my thumb, teasing it in time with my mouth on his cock, picking up speed as he arches his hips to fuck my face harder.
I release him for a moment and recoat my thumb in his taste.
“Grip my hair,” I tell him, and then I suck him deep again.
His fingers slide through the strands until his large palm rests hot against my head. Normally, I don’t want a guy to guide me, but as his hips lift and his grip on my hair tightens, all I want is for him to fill my throat, to fuck my face until he explodes, so that I can drink all of him down.
I can tell he’s holding back, trying to be gentle, but I don’t want this to be gentle. I want to feel how turned on I’ve made him. I want him to lose control and just feel. I push my thumb inside and that breaks whatever hold he had on himself. He clenches the hair at the back of my head, bringing my mouth all the way down over his cock. I try to keep my throat open, relaxed, and ready. He’s so thick, so hard, and it’s so very good, making him groan like this. I pull my thumb out and slide it back in, then do it again and again in time with his thrusts, and when the first salty bursts hit my throat, I suck my mouth tight against him and draw out every drop.
There’s more than I can handle, and it dribbles out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. He jerks one more time as I remove my thumb, and with his cock heavy and perfect resting on my tongue, he slumps against the bed.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, and I lick my lips, collecting the drips I lost with my finger and lapping it up, too.
“No, you didn’t hurt me, you were perfect. You taste incredible.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I say, climbing up his perfectly chiseled body. My cock is still throbbing, waiting for release, and as the tip slides over his sweat-glistening skin, I almost come.
“Do you want to taste?” I ask, hovering an inch from his lips.
“I think you drank it all.”
I kiss him, his mouth opening immediately, and my tongue finds his, the taste of him still swimming inside me, his tongue searches for it, drinking its salty sweetness down as his hands sweep down my back, until he claps his palms over my ass cheeks and squeezes hard.
“Can I taste you now, too?” he asks.
“I’ll probably come the second you touch me,” I reply, and he squeezes my ass again. “Come and sit up here, then.”
“Up where?”
“On my face.”
My cock throbs at the thought of it, and I suck in a breath.
“You want me to sit on your face?”
“Yep, I want to tongue that ass while you stroke yourself, you did say I could kiss anywhere I liked.”
He bites at his lower lip, a nervous swell forming in my gut as it occurs to me that while I’ve done my fair share with men, I’ve never actually sat on a guy’s face, but fuck if I can’t wait to do it with him.
I push myself up to stand over him, his perfect god-like chest still heaving up and down as he catches his breath. He holds my ankles and encourages me to step forward. A hungry gaze trailing up my thighs as my feet step beside his shoulders.
“Like this?” I ask, and he nods before I lower myself down slowly. His hands slide up the back of my thighs and then cup my ass and spread my cheeks.
“Stroke yourself, but slowly. I want to have time to taste you,” he says, his warm breath sending a shudder through me.
I can’t speak. My voice is stuck in my throat as I do what he asks, and he lifts his head, pressing his fat, wet lips against my opening. His nose is against my taint and his warm breath sends another shiver through me.
“Fuck, Lion, that feels good,” I manage to breathe out, and he swipes in a circle with his tongue around my hole. I’ve done ass play plenty of times. I’m vers and love the feeling of being filled just as much as the feeling of my cock being buried deep inside someone, but the way Lion is tasting, teasing my hole with his tongue, kissing it like he was kissing my mouth, as if my ass is drawing him in the way my tongue did is so fucking hot.
I’m doing my best to keep myself up a little from him, but his hands move around to link over my thighs, and he pulls me down until I’m completely sitting on his face, and his tongue buries inside me. I grab my balls, lifting them up to give him hopefully some way to breathe, but by the way he grips my thighs and moves my ass against his face, he doesn’t want to breathe. He wants to tongue fuck my ass until his dying breath. And God, I think I’d let him, too. This is so good. My whole body is vibrating, pressure building inside me with every pucker of his lips. I might have fantasized about Lion, dreamed of us together, but nothing in my mind could ever come close to this. It’s better. It’s hot and sweaty and sticky and holy fucking shit… It’s real. He sucks and kisses and plunges his tongue in and out as my hand strokes my rock-hard shaft.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out, and he moves me off his face, just back far enough that I can angle my cock into his open mouth, and when he pushes what has to be several fingers inside my eagerly waiting hole, I explode. I pump my cock, shooting ropes of come over his face, as he wildly tries to catch it all in his mouth and drink it down.
“Fuck, you look pretty painted in me,” I say when I’m spent, and I slide my ass back over his chest down his stomach until his cock is resting between the cheeks, then lean all the way forward to lick myself off his skin.
“Wow, you are super bendy,” he says, my feet still up by his shoulders.
“I can put them behind my head, too,” I say, giving him a soft kiss on the mouth.
“Now I know that’s going to be my next sex dream,” he says, smiling.
“How about you dream it, then I’ll do it, and we can see if I can top your imagination again?”
“You will always be better than anything I can imagine. You are incredible. You are just… perfect.”
I know I’m not. Perfect, that is. But the way he says it makes my heart swell in a way it never has. I almost believe him.
He snuggles into my side, and I hold him against my chest, brushing my fingers through his hair, and his breathing settles into a perfect rhythm with my own.
“This is nice,” I say.
He murmurs. “Really… nice.” His voice is soft, and his light breath tickles the soft hairs of my chest.
“I wish I was getting the train back with you. Then we could snuggle like this all the way home.”
“Me, too,” he replies so softly that I almost wonder if he isn’t talking to me in his sleep. “We can plan a trip on a train if you want.”
“That would be nice,” I say, brushing his hair back.
“So nice,” he says, and then I’m sure he’s drifted off, and I lie there holding him because with him in my arms it just feels right.
The guys thought it was a bad idea to get involved with a fan, and to be honest, I had my concerns, too. Not about Lion, but about me and if my past obsession with social media and what people think of me was driving this connection I started to feel toward him. So, I reached out to my old therapist. The one who helped me grow the tools to handle the haters online more effectively and to protect myself with healthy boundaries. Like setting limits on when I check my feeds.
If I am being totally honest, I dreaded picking up the phone when they called for the appointment. Mostly because I had no idea what I was going to do if they told me I couldn’t have him. But that’s not what happened.
Dr Hamlyn helped me to look at why I feel so connected and validated, and reassured me that there is nothing wrong with wanting to be near the people who lift us up as long as we weren’t just taking what we wanted from that person and leaving them without the things they need. I wasn’t sure what I was giving Lion really counted, especially when all I could come up with at first was that he wanted me to be my best. But as we talked, I realized that I do give, not just take from Lion. I give him the real me, my thoughts and dreams and doubts, and my friendship. I listen to him, and believe in him, and I make him feel… good. There’s more I could probably do, and when he isn’t sleeping curled up in my arms and I can focus on more than the way his warm skin is pressed against me in so many places, I’ll keep thinking of more ways I can give him everything he needs.
It was really nice to be told that the feelings I’ve been having aren’t wrong, or what did she call it? “Perfectly understandable human behavior.” And she’s right. Who wouldn’t want to be close to a guy like Lion? He’s kind and sweet, and he celebrates me in a way I have never been celebrated. He’s my biggest cheerleader. Okay, I may have just pictured him in a cheerleader skirt, perfect round bare ass out as he shakes his pom-poms. Yep, I’m totally gone. There’s no way I can let him go now.