Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
J ohan
Cole looks gorgeous dressed for the dinner party. He is breathtakingly handsome anyway, but there haven’t been many times that I’ve seen him in anything other than jeans or sweatpants. In his black trousers and white shirt he oozes sexy. Thankfully for me, he isn’t interested in anyone else, and pretty much everyone who will be there tonight is coupled up, or I would be getting worried and very jealous.
I’m wearing a blue suit and white shirt. It’s smart but not overly stuffy.
“You should leave it down, it suits you.” He points to my hair as I pull it back into its usual man bun.
“I tie it back so you can have the fun of untying it later,” I quip, and he quirks me a smile.
“You ready?” I ask, and he nods. I’m still amazed he wants to go, but his eyes are shining with excitement so I’m happy. I drive us through the village and out the other side to Larchdown House. I am just about to knock on the door when Cole decides to drop a revelation.
“I’m wearing it.”
“What?” I ask, not catching his meaning.
“The plug.” He husks at me, but with innocent eyes, like he didn’t know what effect it would have. At one time I wouldn’t have been sure but with sexy flirty Cole, I think he does.
“Fuck Cole! That is so fucking hot.” The thought of him sitting next to me all night, getting ready for me, is almost more than I can bear. My cock is already straining against my trousers which suddenly feel way too tight. If he had told me this before we left the house we would never have made it. As it is, I can’t help but slam him up against the side of the porch, my lips seeking his in the darkness, needing to taste him, feel him, right now.
Which is when the front door opens. I blink in the sudden light, still pushed up against Cole, my hands holding his head, where a second before I had been wrecking his mouth. We must look like rabbits caught in headlights.
A dark haired woman stands in the entrance with a very amused smile on her face. “I usually ask for guests to wait until after dessert before they start boning each other, but it looks like you two are starting early. Do you need a private room now or do you think you can keep your hands off each other until after dinner.”
I step back from Cole smoothing down my jacket and grab his hand to pull him upright.
“Very sorry. You must be Anna.”
“I am, and apology accepted. So you must be the Viking and the Vet.” She laughs at her own joke, and I wonder if anyone else calls us that. I don’t hate it but it is a surprise. She stands back to allow us to enter and then leads us over to a room to the right of the large and very well decorated lobby. It is wood panelled and although I don’t know much about Larchdown House, I suspect it’s old. We follow our host and head into a large lounge. I keep my hand on Cole's back, and just before we pass through the doorway I whisper in his ear. “I’m leaking just thinking about you.” And give his arse a squeeze. I feel him shiver and push back into my hand slightly. The man is a natural tease and I love it.
We know almost everyone in the room and they all call their hellos as we enter, and we return them.
Anna asks us what we’d like to drink and Luca comes over to greet us personally. I’ve only met him a few times and he’s always been friendly, but he is small and graceful so I feel like I tower over him.
“Thank you for coming,” he says and I thank him.
“I’d like you to meet Esther, Anna’s friend from the States.” He leads us over to where a stunningly beautiful woman is sitting at a table talking with Harlen. Her ebony skin is flawless and she is very elegantly dressed.
“Esther, this is Johan and Cole,”
“Well it’s nice to meet you both.” Her accent is interesting, pure California. But there’s something else. Anna brings our drinks and hands a refill to Esther and then I realise she’s a trans woman. The look she gives Anna seems to me to be more than mere friendship but it’s not my place to ask.
Cole sits down on a chair next to Esther. “How was it when…” He stops suddenly and looks up at me and I smile back at him. He takes a deep breath and tries again. “Esther, do you mind if I ask you a few questions about being on set of the Marvel films?”
“A cutie like you can ask me anything,” she drawls, and he launches into his questions. He had asked me to make sure he didn’t turn into a nerd, or get too intense and if she looked bored at any point to rescue her. But it looks like he’s going to be fine for a bit so I seek out my brother and Keith to say hello.
The meal is delicious; the rumours of Anna’s culinary abilities are fully justified. We gather back in the lounge for coffee after the meal. I think the plan is to stay and see the New Year in, but I don’t want to. When New Year comes I want to be shouting my boyfriend’s name with my dick buried in his arse. If I can last that long. Every time I had looked at him during the meal he'd given me a smirk, his eyes glistening. It has been driving me to distraction, never mind the effect it’s having on my cock. The guy has been edging me all night. I wonder what would be an acceptable length of time after the meal to leave without seeming rude.
I take my opportunity when Anna proposes a drink after the coffee. I am driving and don’t want to drink anymore. The glass of wine with the meal was enough. There had been several wines, one for each course but I’d been careful to only have a small amount of each. I refuse a drink.
“We need to go, Cole has to be on call tomorrow.”
“I…” He started to say so I growl in his ear.
“You’ve been driving me wild all night. I want you now and I can’t wait any longer.”
He doesn’t protest and we say our goodbyes.
In the car he calls me out.
“Why did you tell them I was on call tomorrow? I’m not.”
“Because the alternative was to tell them that if we didn’t go now I would have to fuck you on the coffee table, and it’s not really what you say to polite company.”
“Oh,” he falls silent. I don’t bother mentioning that some of them had probably guessed that I was lying, and that the truth was the more likely reason we were leaving.
We’re barely through the bedroom door when his mouth finds mine, his lips parting, inviting my tongue in to claim him, make him mine. His fingers reach for the buttons on my shirt. We help each other undress, our mouths barely losing contact. He stands before me, naked and truly wonderful. I pick him up and carry him to the bed. I kneel between his legs and he bends his knees.
“Show me.”
He lifts his legs up and I can see the end of the plug. I give it a tap and he hums in delight.
“How does it feel?”
“I love the feeling of it filling me up but not as much as I’m going to enjoy feeling you.”
I grab the lube and apply some to my hand. As I stroke myself a few times I push a thumb against the base of the plug, pushing it in a bit further and changing the angle slightly. His hips jerk.
“If you don’t take this out and get in me I’m going to come.”
It’s all the incentive I need. I pull it out and look at his hole stretched and inviting.
“Fuck Cole you look sexy as hell laid there ready for me.”
I apply some more lube on my fingers and spread it around his pucker. I slip a finger inside and he groans more. I add a second and a third, but he groans.
“Please, fuck me Jo.”
I line my cock head up with his hole and push gently. He gasps softly as the tip breaches him.
“Okay?” I ask. I don’t want to hurt him, though it’s taking all of my control not to plunge straight into him.
“Yeah, it burns a little but it’s good, just go slow.”
I gently push into him, each time pulling out a little and then inching in a little further. Eventually my cock is fully seated and I still.
“How does that feel?”
“God, I feel so full Jo, but it’s good, better than good.” He laughs. “I did it and it feels amazing.”
“Do you want a minute or can I move?” I desperately want to move but I still want this to be his call.
“Yeah, move.” He nods, his eyes fixed on mine.
I start to thrust gently and he groans. I try to keep it slow but he grips my hips.
“Faster Jo.” I comply. It’s too much and I’m going to come but I want to feel him come with me inside him.
“Stroke your cock,” I whisper to him. “I want to watch you.”
He grabs his dick, his hand gliding up and down it, wiping the precum down but it doesn’t seem enough so he reaches out for the lube. Once lubed, his hand drifts up and down his slick cock and I love the show he’s putting on for me in time to my thrusts.
“Jo, I’m going to come,” he pants after a couple of minutes.
“Good baby, I want you to come for me.”
His back arches, his hips lift and he spurts cum all over his chest. His arse tightens round my cock and it’s what I have been waiting for. It pushes me over the edge and I shoot into him. We lie there panting and then I slowly withdraw my softening cock. He hums slightly as it slides out.
“Still good, baby?” I ask softly.
“Yeah, but I’m going to feel that tomorrow aren’t I?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Then it’ll remind me of you.”
On shaky legs I grab a washcloth and clean him up, then climb into bed next to him. I glance at the clock. It’s past midnight.
“Happy New Year my love,” I whisper into his hair as I curl round him, but he’s already asleep.