Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
C ole
When we get back from the pub, we take the dogs out for a final pee. Our breath blows white against the crisp cold air. It will be December soon.
Back inside, we divest ourselves of coats and shoes.
Johan goes towards the kitchen.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Just some water, thanks.” I come and stand beside him.
He hands me a glass and I down it in one. Putting the glass down, I don’t move away. Standing close, I know what I want. He turns to face me, his eyebrow lifts.
“What else do you want?”
“You.” My breath comes out in a croak.
“Do you?” He brackets me in his arms, pushing me against the counter.
“Yes.” I ‘m not sure I even make a sound.
His lips meet mine and I groan, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to seek mine out. I put my hands behind his neck, releasing his hair and tangling my hands in it.
He pulls back, his lips glistening and his eyes a deep blue. I want more, so much more.
“Like that?” His voice sounds thick and honeyed.
“Take me to bed,” I breathe against his neck.
He moves his hands to my arse and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. I know I’m not small but having a former Europe’s Strongest Man as a boyfriend has its advantages.
He carries me into the bedroom and carefully places me down on the bed.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“What you did the other day, with my arse, I want more of that.”
“It would be my pleasure.” His voice is even deeper and it makes me shiver. “Now take all of your clothes off.”
I find myself obeying. There is something in that voice and I can’t help but comply.
Johan also undresses and comes to stand before me. He pushes his hand into my hair, gripping it lightly.
He whispers against my ear. “Remember, if you ever don’t like something or want me to stop, then say so.”
I nod.
“Say it.” He growls slightly and I struggle to swallow.
“I can say stop at any time.”
“Good, baby.” He tugs my hair to tip my head back and kisses my neck. My breath quickens.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he mouths against my skin as his lips travel across my shoulder.
“How I love the feel of your soft skin under my fingers?” He runs his hands down my ribs and grips my hips, grinding us together. I let out a moan. My head starts to spin slightly.
“That I love your cock, and I’m looking forward to making you come?”
His hands slide round and grasp my arse.
“But most of all, I love how wonderful your arse tastes.”
“Fuck, yes.” I feel my knees start to buckle.
“On the bed, on your knees,” he commands and I clamber on and turn round. He kneels behind me and wraps an arm round my waist, pulling me closer so his dick settles between my cheeks. I wriggle slightly, enjoying the feeling.
“You like that, baby?” He kisses me below my ear.
“Mmmm.” I’m not sure I would be coherent if I spoke.
His other hand fists my cock, and he languidly runs his hand up it a couple of times. It’s torturously slow but I love it. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. After a couple more passes with his hand, he uses his thumb to wipe the precum leaking out the end. He offers his thumb to my mouth and I greedily suck it.
“Fuck Cole, that’s so hot.” His words whispered against my shoulder are like nectar to a bee.
I drop forward and rest on my forearms, thrusting my arse back against his hardness. He emits that hiss I like so much.
I almost cry as the pressure disappears but when it’s replaced by a warm wetness I hum my approval.
As he circles his tongue around my hole, I can’t concentrate on anything, and it is exactly what I want. The calmness in my head, nothing but the sensation of his tongue thrusting into me. But it’s still not enough.
“More.” I gasp.
I barely register the pop of the lube cap, but I jump slightly at the warmth replaced by an initial cold sensation. It soon warms up as I feel a finger running up and down my crease. It flutters briefly near my hole and I whimper as it moves on again, then practically purr as it returns. As it breaches me I push back onto it. Johan gives it a few thrusts and I move with each one, trying to take more. Then he gives his finger a twist and I see stars. I’m not sure I can feel my own body anymore. Johan removes his finger and I feel a warm hand on my back steadying me as I try and breathe. Slowly some awareness returns and I can get breath into my lungs.
“You okay?”
I nod my head, then find enough words to speak.
“Again,” I demand and he chuckles.
He plays his fingers over my arse and I whine until I feel him enter again, this time he adds a second finger and I thrust myself back on them. Again and again. As I feel him graze the sweet spot, I still my movement and wait for my breaths to slow slightly. Johan doesn’t remove his fingers this time, keeping up the pressure. When I move again he gives a breathy moan.
“Jeez Cole, I’m going to come just watching you do this.”
I pick up the pace again and shift to push him deeper. Sweat drips off me but I’m past caring.
I want to remain here, between blissful agony and oblivion, not having to think, not having to do anything but just feel this.
I feel a hand cage round my achingly hard cock. It doesn’t move but the momentum of me fucking myself on his fingers provides just enough friction to push me over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm overwhelms me. Completely spent and panting I rest my head on my hands as my body shudders. Johan removes his fingers but his hand locks onto my hip holding me in place.
I feel the tip of his cock against my hole.
“I’m not wasting the sight of your pretty little wrecked arse spread out for me,” Johan rasps as he jerks himself off against me. I feel his cum spurt onto me and drip down my crack.
Then his strong arms gather me and he folds me into his lap. He smooths sweat soaked hair away from my face and tenderly kisses me.
“C’mon, let’s shower.”
I’m too blissed out to be able to form words but I smile at him.
My body feels like jelly, but luckily Johan has enough strength for both of us and doesn’t mind as I rest myself against him while he washes me. He towels me dry and carries me back to bed. I feel him curl round me as I drift off into a contented sleep.