33 - Lucien
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Lucien
Hearing these words from Jonah was killing me. He was here. With me. In the studio. His words calmed my soul. I barely managed a smile and lost myself in his hazel eyes. And when he kissed me, it was like I was being carried away by a gentle breeze.
The loneliness of the last two weeks was swept away and a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders. I had already accepted that Jonah had chosen a path he believed would bring him happiness—a life without me. This thought had caused me so much pain. I was all the more hesitant now, as I still hadn’t grasped the sudden turn of events.
Jonah nibbled on my lips and stroked my neck tenderly. Then he slipped his hands under my shirt, touched my chest, and played with my nipples. And that took my breath away. Not once had he dared to do that during our intimate moments. Now, he seemed like a different person. It was as if his other self had displaced the conflicted believer, all to satisfy what it had always craved.
When he stroked my buttocks with his hands and pulled me closer to him, it was the final proof I needed to realize that he was serious. I took his head between my hands and kissed him more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. I would have loved to devour him, taking possession of his mouth with my tongue and soaking up every breath of his inside me.
Jonah wrapped his arms around me, emitted sounds of delight, and pressed himself against me. My thoughts went crazy. I wanted to rip his clothes off. To tie him up somewhere and to get my hands on him. I abruptly tore my lips away from him and locked eyes with him, breathing heavily.
Come on! It’s Jonah. He will hardly …
Jonah’s chest rose and fell with the effort. He moved his soft lips and looked at me a little embarrassed. But then he bit his bottom lip and a deep desire glittered in his eyes. “Please …” he said and slipped off his jacket. “Don’t hold back.”
I stared at him open-mouthed. Hearing him say that left me speechless; in fact, it paralyzed me. Unable to do anything, I stood there motionless and felt my cock twitching.
Jonah lowered his gaze and looked at the bulge in my pants. A smile played around his lips. “I’ll help you.” His voice was no more than a whisper before he undid my belt and then my pants.
“You don’t have to do that.”
But it was already too late. He fisted my cock, eliciting a moan from me.
“But I want it,” he said and sank to his knees.
Oh damn … Who is this?
A little awkwardly and hesitantly, he touched my tip with his lips, nudged it with his tongue, and finally licked my glans. I squirmed and had to hold onto his head. He then took one hand and massaged my shaft as he guided me further and further into him until a quiet choking sound came out of him.
“Wait,” I said and immediately pulled out of him. My eyes fell on his other hand, with which he was touching himself. He still had his pants zipped up, but they were bulging with lust.
“I told you not to hold back. I want it. Tell me what to do!”
I swallowed and took a shaky breath. His submissive nature made me so hot that I could barely think straight. But he wanted me to direct him.
How can I do that when he’s messing me up like that?
“Get up!” I said, offering him a hand.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Nothing at all.”
Taking a deep breath, I reached over him and unzipped his pants. I took off his sweater and admired his beautiful upper body for a while. I tenderly caressed his chest and stomach down to his boxers.
“Take your clothes off,” I whispered and did the same.
In no time we were naked face to face. Jonah held his wrists somewhat anxiously and tried to maintain a straight posture. He was so beautiful. So pure.
“I want …” Jonah bowed his head humbly. “I want you to defile me.”
His submissiveness surprised me. Had I already spoiled him like this? Or was it because of his character? Hadn't he always followed a self-determined, straight path? Because once he decided on a path, there was no turning back—I recently experienced that myself. Had I awakened a side of him that had previously remained hidden from him?
He stood in front of me so innocently, looking at me expectantly and letting me know with his gaze that I could do anything with him. I resisted the urge to rush, wanting to savor every moment. Stepping closer until our tips touched, I kissed Jonah tenderly. Wrapping my hand around both of our erections, I massaged them together, drawing a sweet moan from his lips.
He searched for my mouth, clearly longing for kisses, but I denied him, too busy trying not to come. Feeling his tongue on mine would have been enough to make me lose control. Instead, I caressed his hips with my other hand and pushed my fingers between his buttocks. Finding the spot I was after, I began to massage his rim.
Jonah bravely stood upright, leaned on me, and put his head over my shoulder. Hearing his heavy breathing so close to my ear sent shivers down my spine, and when I slid my finger inside him, he groaned and clawed at my shoulders.
I immediately pulled back. He sat up and with a look clouded with lust. “It’s all good,” he affirmed, eager for me to continue.
“Come on!” I led him to the sofa and showed him how to position himself. With his knees on the pillow and his hands on the backrest, he stuck his butt out toward me and glanced over his shoulder, slightly irritated.
I took the lube and positioned myself behind him. First, I gently kneaded his buttocks, then I turned my attention to his exit. I took my time, enjoying exploring his insides with my fingers and driving him crazy.
Jonah got louder and louder, squirming under my touch, and pressed his hand over his mouth.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” I said in a rough voice. “No one can hear you here.”
However, it took three fingers for him to let go of his inhibitions and let out a loud moan. I quickly put on a condom and placed my cock at his hole. Jonah knew what was about to happen and stiffened up. I slowly pushed myself into him as far as I could, his warmth, the tightness … this incredible feeling. Jonah gasped and reared up. I started to move carefully, back and forth, and was electrified.
When I felt Jonah’s hand on my balls, fireworks exploded within me, causing me to release a growling moan. My desire for him grew immeasurably. I thrust into him faster and faster, eliciting louder and louder noises from him. He lost control and approached the abyss. I pulled out of him.
“What…?” He looked over his shoulder.
I grabbed him, turned him onto his back, and lay on top of him. “You’re not coming that fast,” I said, taking possession of his lips.
“As long as you don’t stop,” he breathed, wrapping his arms and legs around me. “Don’t stop!”
The fire between us burned so hot that I would never stop. I pressed myself into him again and bit his neck. Jonah scratched my sweaty back, threw his head back, and let out a loud moan that got louder and louder.
I never stop.
I thrust into him harder and harder, straightened up, and put a hand on his neck. Jonah’s greedy expression turned me on more and more. The uptight boy was gone. Below me lay a passionate man with a lustful glint in his eyes. “Harder!” he gasped, stretching his neck.
I moved up and down. Jonah grimaced as his muscles trembled with every thrust. Desperately, he curled his fingers into my arms and wrapped his legs tighter around my pelvis.
As much as I tried to delay the sweet fall, I could no longer fight the effect Jonah had on me. When he arched his back, threw his head back, and squirted on his stomach, a fire erupted in my middle. It spread through my whole body like wildfire and a hot wave washed over me. My muscles tensed, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan and squirted inside him.
Before I collapsed on top of him, he placed both hands around my head and sought out my lips.
“More. I want more…” he breathed and stroked my hair.
I laughed. “So greedy all of a sudden?”
“Doesn’t have to be now. But don’t think you’ll get away with it.”
Completely exhausted, I lay down next to him and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Jonah moved to the side so that I could lie on my back, then he cuddled up to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I still found it hard to believe that he was actually here. I wrapped my arm around him almost possessively and held him close to me. My breath was still heavy when he intertwined his leg with mine and touched my chest. As he drew gentle circles around my nipples with his finger, I brushed a dark strand of hair from his face and noticed a slight tension between his brows.
“Where have you been?” I asked quietly.
“At home, with my parents.” He sounded tired now, almost exhausted. “I came back today. That’s where I met Daniela.”
“Who’s that?”
“The blonde from my birthday. Well, she’s not blonde anymore.”
I remembered a blonde. She was the reason I had left earlier without saying goodbye to him. I didn’t want to spoil his tour but secretly hoped it would go wrong. Although not much had happened at that point, apart from the kiss in the studio, he had already completely captivated me.
“It didn’t go the way I’d … hoped,” he continued. “She made me so angry. That’s when I just took off running.”
Jonah lifted his head and looked at me. He was literally glowing. His cheeks were flushed, and his face was shiny with sweat. He smiled and little dimples formed. I ran my thumb over it and then gently stroked his hair.
“I came here to put an end to all this once and for all,” he confessed ruefully. “But now I’m lying here, feeling your warmth and … it feels so good. So right.”
I was at a loss for words. But he wasn’t expecting any—he just smiled and put his head back on my shoulder. “I’m glad I came here,” he murmured and wrapped his arm around me.
My body was shaking and I hoped he wouldn’t notice. With the help of Martin and Steven, I had gotten back to my old form over the last two weeks. I didn’t drink much alcohol over the holidays and was probably living healthier than most. But my thoughts had been revolving around Jonah the whole time. I had resigned myself to the fact that it would take a while to get over him, and Steven said that was fine and wouldn’t matter, as by my own admission, I didn’t think much of love anyway. But it had almost driven me crazy that Jonah, of all people, was the one to awaken these feelings in me and upset me so much. I had dedicated all my concentration to painting. I had found peace and was confident that I had chosen the right path. Ultimately, I could control what went onto the canvas. Not what happened to Jonah.
And now he was here.
With me.
I hugged him tightly.
He was humming softly. He had fallen asleep.
I lay beside him for a while, enjoying his warmth, but it soon got chilly. Getting up, I grabbed a blanket, turned off the lights, and lay back down with him. I gave him a kiss and snuggled up to him. When he put his arm around me and pulled me close, the feelings inside me almost boiled over.