Chapter 21 #2
Whimpering low at the touch, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and started swirling my tongue over him.
Van threw his head back on the pillows, cursing as his gaze was careened toward the ceiling.
I took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could without gagging, trying to make him as slick as possible for the main event.
He’d prepped me well, but I was attempting to make it as least painful as possible.
I spent the next few minutes sucking his dick, trying to hide the smirk I wore when he was the one writhing underneath me for a change.
It was comforting to know that I could make him unravel just as much as he could make me come undone.
He playfully slapped my ass cheek, causing me to pop his cock out of my mouth and glare at him with a frisky stare.
“That’s enough,” He chuckled. “You’re driving me crazy and I don’t wanna come yet.”
I chuckled, moving to straddle his lap. Laying both of my legs on either side of his hips, I sat down, relishing the skin to skin contact.
As I leaned back slightly to get comfortable, I could feel his dick tapping against my ass cheek, still slick with my spit and begging for more immediate attention.
“Now tell me what you want.” I teased, using my hands to squeeze his tight pecs, adoring the feel of the hairy chest underneath my tantalizing fingertips.
“I think you can feel what I want.” Van grunted back, seeing the playful frustration play across his features.
I leaned down so that our faces were close enough to kiss.
His breathing was shallow and haphazard, like I really was driving him crazy.
I’ll admit, the fact that I was driving him crazy was only fueling me more, making me more committed to dragging this out.
“That’s not good enough, baby.” I decided to play with the pet names.
Van needed to know that Alistair Finn could play with the big boys.
And Van was a very big boy, as I’d learned first hand last time. “You’re going to have to say it.”
The uncharacteristic yelp that twisted out of Van’s mouth was like music to my ears.
He wanted me so bad that my edging him and making him wait was making me come undone in a way I hadn’t been able to experience the last time we’d had sex, because of how fast we’d both been dying to grind our bodies together.
This was was much better, and much more vulnerable than before.
Not to mention, it was a hell of a lot hotter. I’d already came and my dick was probably harder than it had been when it’d been in Van’s mouth. But, as much as I was enjoying the show, I was more than ready to ride Van in that moment.
He grabbed my ass, taking my cheeks into each hand as he squeezed desperately at my skin.
“I want to feel you easing down on my cock,” His words were lacerating my insides, making me hornier with each professed phrase.
“I want to watch you take control and use my dick until you’re convinced I’ve earned it. ”
I brushed my lips against his, not quite a kiss but close enough that if I wanted to, I could turn it into one. “Oh, you’ve more than earned it.”
A swift kiss later, I leaned back and grabbed his dick by the base again, holding it in place so that I could ease back onto it.
Per usual, I winced a bit at first, but after the head popped in, it was smooth sailing from there.
Both of us sighed in content once his entire length was inside me and we could feel how connected we were.
The brush of his pubes against my ass felt incredible, and I was ready to ride the wave I’d been looking forward to since we’d been on the plane.
I stared into his eyes as I started pulling my hips forward, allowing his dick to slide almost all the way out of me, only for me to slam myself back until his cock was fully embedded once more.
Van’s eyes rolled in his head, seemingly overcome with me being the one in control of what pleasure he was able to have.
There was something about having that kind of control, not only over him but myself as well, that was making me feel this experience so much deeper than the first time. As I rotated my hips and rode Van’s dick like my life depended on it, I felt alive. Raw. Inspired.
I couldn’t really explain it accurately enough.
I don’t know if it was because I knew Van’s secret now, or because we were both sober, or some cosmic combination of things that I still hadn’t yet comprehended or been made privy to, but I was feeling things from a deeper well of emotion and sensation than I ever had before.
Van’s hands moved from my ass to my hips, grabbing at the flesh there as I kept up my movements.
I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed until I opened them and saw that his violet eyes were glued to watching me work his cock in and out of my body.
His hands slithered up my stomach and chest, feeling his fingertips teasing over my nipples, ripping a guttural moan from me as I managed to position his dick to perfectly grind against my prostate at the same time.
“Fuck, Alistair.” Van said, his voice low and stuck in the abyss of fulfillment we were both caught up in. His hands went back down my body until they rested on my hips again, his eyes flicking back to join mine in an even stare. “You’re so beautiful.”
I just smirked. Being called beautiful by Van was a privilege, but it was one I was getting a little too used to.
Every time he called me beautiful, I felt both seen and appreciated.
Granted, it was usually when we were having sex or kissing, but I didn’t mind that.
Van and I weren’t in a relationship, so when else would he have the opportunity to say it?
I fully meant to actually reply to his comment, to tell him how gorgeous I thought he was or something of that same caliber, but his dick slammed against my prostate again and all I could do was rear back and make it happen again, my mouth slack from delivering moan after moan.
“Goddamn it,” Van howled, gripping my hips tighter. “If you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m not going to last much longer.”
“That’s what I really want.” I said through exasperated breaths. “I want you to come for me.”
“Fuck,” He seethed, giving me a smirk as I started to squeeze myself around his cock on purpose. “I’m so close, baby.”
I began to piston myself down on his cock, making sure to squeeze him while at the same time angling his dick to start annihilating my prostate over and over.
A deep feeling in the pit of my belly started to burn.
I wasn’t sure, but it kind of felt like I was going to come again, but I wasn’t even pumping my own dick.
I didn’t care really, I was just following the sensations taking over.
“I need you to come,” I panted, still slamming myself down on him. “I need it so bad, Vanguard.”
Slipping his full name in hadn’t been my initial intention, but I didn’t regret it.
Mainly because I think it was hearing me call him Vanguard that sent him over the proverbial edge.
He alerted me by his actions more so than his words.
Van’s moans doubled and I swore I could feel him unloading inside me, all while I was still driving myself down on his cock, chasing that feeling in my belly until it started to burn around my sack.
“Fuck, baby.” Van said through winced teeth, straining to keep his composure so I still felt his dick kicking inside me.
Yep, there was no hypothetical orgasm about to set me off.
I was coming. Again. The pressure started at the base of my dick and before I could drown in the newfound commotion my body was having, I was coming across Van’s stomach and chest like I hadn’t already found release earlier.
My head was tossed back initially, my blond hair falling above my shoulders, but I couldn’t not look at the surprise and delight on Van’s face as I continued to spill on his skin.
Seeing the elation and satisfaction on his face as we managed to climax together was unmatched, and I always wanted to recall this moment.
I could already feel myself tiptoeing dangerous territory.
Because this experience with Van felt so much more than something passing between friends with benefits.
I wanted to honor the conditions we’d constructed, but I couldn’t fight what I was feeling.
Something else was there, brewing and waiting for awareness to bring it into the light.
But I refused, locking it away in a room within my mind and throwing the key so it was no longer in my possession.
I wasn’t ready to read into that just yet.
Van’s hand on my jaw brought me back to the present. Without even thinking, I leaned into his touch.
“Alistair,” The way he said my name was so tender, so full of sweetness that I thought I was going to melt.
I wasn’t sure what he was going to follow it with, but my heart raced in anticipation.
However, I saw an entire conversation scrawl through his eyes, like he was battling with himself.
He tore his eyes away from me and cleared his throat, as if abandoning what he’d been about to speak.
Instead, he looked down at the display I’d made across his torso and laughed. “You made quite the mess on me.”
I wasn’t even embarrassed by the blush I felt dusting my face. “That’s never happened to me before, being able to, uh, come without touching myself.”
“Me either.” Van smirked, scratching my jaw with his fingers before removing his hand and gesturing toward the white mess decorating his skin. “I’ll take this as a massive compliment.”
Unable to restrain myself, I allowed myself to laugh. “You should. Take a shower with me?”
A deep groan proceeded Van’s smile. “There’s no place else I’d rather be.”
Smiling like the emotionally overstimulated idiot I was, I leaned down and kissed him, not caring that I was making more of a mess by doing so. I just savored the kiss and kept trying to bury that nudging feeling inside my head that was causing a warm unknown to bully itself toward the surface.
I wouldn’t let it. I had a great thing going with Van and I refused to let anything get in the way of that. Even if I had to ignore all the signals within my own brain to hold on to this one good thing I had.
Because that always worked out for the best, right?