Chapter 9 #2
However, I get the sense that’s what he always does, even if he doesn’t realize it.
He spends all his time making everyone around him feel amazing and appreciated.
Yes, part of that is a defense mechanism to protect himself, I’m sure.
But I’m also confident that he just loves tending to the needs of others.
It feels about time to me for someone to return the favor. I’m honored if I can do that, even if it’s just for tonight.
“You’re so sweet,” I murmur as I trail kisses along his collarbone then down his smooth chest. “I want to lick every inch of you.”
He gnashes his teeth and arches his back as I brush my lips against his stomach and nip at his hip. I move further down the bed to kiss his inner thigh, and his hands slip from where they were gripping my shoulders to paw at the bed sheets instead.
“You might not have been teasing before, Captain Daddy, but you damn well are now!” he whines, making me chuckle. I’m fully aware of what I’m doing as I nuzzle the back of his knee and hold his pelvis down against the mattress.
“It’s called revenge,” I tell him slyly.
He barks out a laugh but then moans deliciously as I take pity and drag my tongue up his dripping length.
“I thought revenge was best served cold,” he babbles as I suckle on his tip. “You’re far too hot for that. In fact, I think someone should call the fire department before—HO-LEE SHIT!”
It’s possible that me swallowing him down to the root until he hit the back of my throat derailed his train of thought.
Considering how out of practice I am with seduction, I’m feeling pretty smug right about now.
Damn, I’ve missed this. Romeo isn’t the only person who gets their joy from making others happy.
I’ve always been a fan of oral sex because it means I can give all my focus to my partner’s pleasure and really drive them wild.
That’s a rush all by itself, at least to me it is.
Feeling my young lover writhing beneath me is heady.
I hum as I work my tongue and lips and throat, pulling out all the tricks I can remember from back in the day.
“Julian, Julian!” he cries suddenly, tapping my arm with urgency. Instinctively, I pull off and blink up at him.
“Is everything all right?” I ask, my heart pounding in concern.
He screws up his eyes and grabs the base of his dick, taking a few deep, slow breaths. “I was too close and Little Ro is not going to bring the curtain down prematurely on this show!” He grunts and lets out another shaky breath before nodding. “Okay. I think we’re safe now.”
I laugh and shake my head. “So I take it that was a yes to everything being alright?”
He smirks before launching upwards to crash his lips against mine.
“It was too good, Captain Daddy,” says as he runs his hands over my skin.
“I love an experienced man and so far, you’re getting an A+ in advanced human anatomy.
I legit wish you could fuck my brains out right now with your big Daddy dick.
Do you think this is the kind of place where we could call down and get room service to deliver adult supplies? ”
I snort inelegantly and kiss his sassy mouth. “Absolutely not, bad boy. Turn over, though, and I’ll see what I can do to make you happy.”
For a second his expression becomes soft and his ghosts his fingers against the side of my face.
“I’m already happy, I promise,” he says quietly.
My heart aches.
I take his hand in mine and press a kiss against his palm. “Then I promise to keep you happy, okay?”
“All night?” he asks.
I’m tempted to crack a joke about how old men can’t fuck all night like they used to, but the vulnerability in his eyes stops me short.
In fact, it makes me want to promise him something outrageous, like how I’ll make him happy for a lot longer than just one night if he’ll let me.
But there’s just enough of my sensible brain still operating to stop me ruining the moment by saying stupid things. Instead, I smile warmly at him and nuzzle our noses together. “All night,” I assure him.
Once he’s resting on his stomach, I settle between his legs and pull his cheeks apart.
I don’t really have strong preferences about other guys’ grooming habits.
However, I love that he’s immaculately waxed all around his intimate areas.
Because even after only knowing him less than a day, I understand that’s just so him.
I want Romeo Quincy to always be the most him he can be.
He squeals and squirms as I waste no time running my tongue against his puckered hole, loving the musky taste.
I pin down the tops of his thighs, which keeps his pretty ass spread for me as well as restricting how much he can hump the duvet.
Orgasm denial isn’t something I’ve done a lot of, but I love that he wordlessly complies, allowing me to dictate his pleasure.
I won’t explicitly tell him not to come just yet. But I’d really like it if we were to climax together, and I wonder if he feels the same as well.
That doesn’t stop him from uttering a steady stream of filthy thoughts as I take my time feasting on him and stretching him out. He babbles so much about imagining me fucking him that my dick can almost feel it as I push my fingers inside him, finding his prostate and making him howl.
Almost.
I won’t lie, if I was younger and more reckless, I might actually have caved in to his outrageous suggestion to pay someone to deliver condoms and lube to our door.
Every fiber of my being is crying out to sink into his glistening, fluttering entrance.
To claim him as my own in the most primal way I can think of.
But I know better than to risk either of our health and I’m glad he hasn’t pushed me to go bareback, not that we’d really be able to do that without decent lubrication.
Besides, with every passing minute, my confidence is soaring.
I know I can still make him feel amazing in other ways.
He’s already a twitching, whimpering puddle underneath me, after all.
Sensing that we’re both getting to the point where we desperately need release, I slide my spit-slick fingers out and maneuver us so I’m sitting up on my knees and he’s pulled up with his back against my chest. He gasps as I wrap my hand around his cock, flinging his arms up to grab the back of my neck.
He drops his head onto my shoulder, exposing his throat to me as he looks into my eyes.
“You’re like a precious stone,” I mumble against his lips. “Like a pearl I found in an oyster.”
He makes a keening noise, making me think he’s close as I work my hand over his length.
He closes his eyes, letting his beautifully long lashes fan over the top of his cheeks, and it seems like he might tip over the edge.
But when he blinks his eyes open again, there are tears clinging to his lashes, and I almost pause in apprehension.
“Black pearls are incredibly rare,” he whispers, caressing the side of my face with one of his hands as he thrusts into my palm. “So are black diamonds.”
My heart triples in size. “You’re incredibly rare,” I insist.
In a flash, he pulls from my grasp and manages to twist to fall against the mattress on his back. He reaches for my hands and tugs me down after him. “That’s how you’ve made me feel,” he rasps before crashing his mouth back into mine. “Rare.”
He tries to wrap his hand around both our lengths, but my palm is bigger and, besides, I want to be the one to take care of us in this moment.
Okay, so maybe I feel a tiny bit like the Daddy label fits right now.
But I’m not telling him that.
“Romeo,” I whisper as we thrust in tandem, our slick, throbbing lengths rubbing together inside my fist. His name feels like a prayer on my lips.
“Julian,” he whimpers in return between messy kisses. “Please, please.”
It’s not like I was withholding permission for him to release earlier, but I feel euphoric as I nod, our faces a breath apart.
“Come for me, Romeo. Come with me.”
He wails as I aggressively stroke our cocks together.
Glancing down, I see the moment he loses it completely and starts spurting all over my hand and our stomachs.
It’s all I need to send me flying over the edge myself.
I manage to keep my fist moving to take us all the way to the end, but I have to squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air as my own orgasm totally wrecks me.
When I finally come back to my senses, I collapse onto the bed beside Romeo. I don’t care about the impressive amount of cum smeared between us. There’s no hesitation as I bundle him up in my arms, hugging him tightly to my chest. I throw my leg over his for good measure as well.
I’m rewarded as he clings to my arms and buries his face against the side of my neck. He’s trembling, but I hope it’s in a blissful afterglow sort of way rather than anything else. His skin is burning against mine, so I don’t think he’s cold.
It takes about three seconds for my doubts to creep in.
“Was that okay?” I whisper.
A slightly hysterical laugh bubbles up from somewhere around my clavicle. When Romeo peeks up at me, his face is tear stained, but his grin is enormous.
“That was life-altering and you know it. Don’t fish for compliments, Captain Daddy. It’s unbecoming.”
Now I’m the one accosted by an unexpected laugh. “Brat,” I say affectionately, kissing his temple.
I know he’s just being dramatic. However, what we just shared really does feel life-altering in this moment. Or at least, something so special I doubt I’ll forget it in a hurry.
Maybe ever.
I don’t want the night to end. I don’t want to face the reality of morning.
I know I need to drag my ass off the bed and get us some kind of damp cloth or at least tissues to clean up before we pass out.
But doing that would encourage us to sleep and I don’t want to miss a moment with this firecracker I somehow managed to entice into bed.
My dazzling black diamond. My precious pearl.
“Stay,” he mumbles sleepily.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, and I mean it. I’ll lie here with him for as long as he wants me.
“All night?” he adds.
My heart skips a beat. In my experience of hook-ups, it’s rare to wake up together. That’s a whole other level of intimacy. But I realize it’s something I desperately want, and now he’s asked for it, I can’t possible refuse.
“All night,” I promise, hugging him tighter to me.
Tomorrow, I’ll have to do the right thing and let him go. He’s too big, too important to be dragged down by the complexity of my life right now.
But for just this moment, I can claim him as mine. We shared something unique. It feels like he’s been sent by a higher power to breeze into my world and resuscitate me back to life. I can’t help but wonder if I was destined to be the confidence boost he needed as well.
In some ways, it was just the right time and place for us. But in the broader sense, I know it’s not right at all.
We’re at a beautiful crossroads. Destiny brought us together for a moment in time.
It would be crazy to wish for anything more when I’m merely a shell of a man.
How could I possibly commit to someone else when I barely know what’s going on in my own head?
I have too much responsibility at the One-Thirteen.
They have to get all the attention I can muster, so even thinking about a relationship wouldn’t just be selfish, it would be doomed to fail.
Not that Romeo is even considering along those lines, I’m sure.
Therefore, I’m going to appreciate this gift we’ve been given and make sure I never forget it. Perhaps in another timeline the spark we’re experiencing could have lasted longer. However, I refuse to regret it. One night together is better than none at all.
So for now, I’m just going to hold him and do my best not to be sad or wish for anything more.
O, Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?