Chapter 28 Shaun #3
“Mmm,” Freddie lets out a muffled moan. He drapes his hands over my shoulders as mine run down his back.
Our kiss intensifies. Instinctively, I lift him into the air, my hands cupping his firm butt.
He pulls himself against me, wrapping his legs around my waist as I turn us around and carry him over to the counter.
I sit him down on the hard wood, standing on tiptoes so I can keep kissing him, never breaking the seal.
My lungs burn, but breathing is overrated.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and gently tips my head back and to one side.
I gasp for air as Freddie leans in to nip and suck at my ear.
A soft moan escapes me and Freddie sighs, his breath hot against my neck.
He runs his thumb down my jaw and across my lower lip as my fingers find the hem of his shirt, teasing it aside to sweep a delicate line along his hip bone. Both of us shiver.
I’m eager for more and so is Freddie judging by the sizeable bulge between his legs. He sees me looking and grins.
“Stay there.” Freddie slides off the counter and glides past me, until he’s about ten feet away, in a gap between the tables.
He shrugs off his new jacket and hangs it over the back of a chair.
Then, with delicious slowness, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing that stunning body inch by inch until he takes it off completely, letting it fall to the floor.
He kicks off his shoes before peeling off his tight jeans, his socks, and finally, his underwear.
The end result is picturesque. Freddie stands there, naked and completely perfect, like he’s been carved from marble.
The low amber light draws out every line of muscle on his body, every lean striation, in rippling gold.
Broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, a light dusting of blonde hair at the base of his abs funnelling outwards in an inviting sprawl.
His dick is beautiful, straight and hard.
I salivate as my tongue remembers the salty-sweet taste of him. I long for it.
For a moment, he just stands there, letting me look my fill, then he says, “Now you. I want to see all of you.”
As though hypnotised, I strip until all but my underwear is in a pile around my ankles. Freddie exhales, drinking me in. I swallow my nerves, then I roll my underwear down my thighs till gravity takes them. Fully exposed, I draw myself up to full height.
“Wow,” Freddie’s lips are slightly parted, his breathing carnal, “my boyfriend is the hottest man on the planet.”
We lock eyes.
“We have that in common,” I say.
Mischief flashes over Freddie’s face. “Although, I think we’re missing something.”
“Missing something—?” I begin, but Freddie’s already circling around behind the counter. He ducks down, opens the fridge and I hear the clink of aluminium. When he resurfaces, he’s holding a can of his favourite skooshy cream. I stare at him, quizzically. “What are you doing?"
“Time for dessert.” Freddie’s lips are slightly parted, his tongue skimming the edges of his front teeth. “And what’s dessert without a little cream on top?”
His eyes roam salaciously over my body once more.
Oh…
I understand now.
I’m dessert.
Freddie walks back around the counter slowly, thighs and abs rippling as he shakes the canister. No inhibitions here. He’s a lion on the prowl, ready to pounce.
Once he’s close enough that I can feel his body heat, he pops the cap off the can and scans my body for a target.
He finds two.
The cream is icy cold as he pumps a small swirl onto each of my nipples.
It tingles. Blindsided by this wild gesture, I grab hold of the table behind me and try to gather my thoughts, but Freddie is too fast for me.
With a swift ferocity, he latches on to my right nipple with his mouth.
I grunt as Freddie sucks and laps up the cream.
A cold trickle runs down my left side and I glance down to see the cream is melting, a white rivulet trickling through the light layer of fur covering my belly. Freddie’s too quick for it though, catching the trickle with the tip of his tongue and licking his way back up to the source.
“Mmm,” I moan as he slurps up every last drop.
Once he’s done, Freddie looks up at me, grinning, his mouth smeared white.
“Yum,” he says. “More?”
“Yes,” I reply, without hesitation.
Freddie applies two more blobs of cream in the same spots as before and sets the can down on the floor.
Trembling with anticipation, I’m surprised when, instead of picking up where he left off, Freddie places his hands on the outer edges of my pecs.
Gently, he pushes the muscles inwards, squeezing my chest so my nipples are mere inches apart.
Sticking out his tongue, he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, like I’m supposed to have a clue what he’s trying to do.
He takes a breath and dives in, burying his face in the valley he’s made between my pecs. Then, he starts snaking his head from side to side so his tongue sweeps across both of my nipples at once.
“Whoa!” I exclaim as he drags his tongue back and forth.
It feels twice as good as before. After a few big licks, Freddie alternates sides, tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth gently biting as he smears the cream all over my chest. Once it's melted, he returns to his original technique, lapping up the mess until my chest is squeaky clean and glistening.
Then he backs off. Just as well—I was starting to see stars and my knees are trembling.
Freddie squats down to retrieve the can, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“More?” he asks, a little breathlessly, looking up at me.
“Please,” I say, making no effort to hide how much I’m enjoying this.
Getting on his knees, Freddie reaches up and places the nozzle at the top of my belly.
Pressing the trigger, he draws a long line of cream down, over my belly button, all the way to my crotch.
He only stops once he reaches the head of my cock.
The cool cream feels wonderful, but nothing on what’s to come, I bet.
Starting at the top, Freddie kisses his way down the trail, hungrily supping up the whipped cream inch by inch.
My cock twitches with anticipation as he gets nearer, remembering how good it felt to be in Freddie’s mouth.
He’s almost there, his skilful tongue gliding over my sensitive skin. Closer and closer and…
There’s a deep sucking sound as Freddie swallows me again. In one long, drawn-out gulp, he slurps the cream from base to tip, sucking hard like a vacuum, keeping a tight seal with his lips. I moan in ecstasy. His mouth is fucking amazing.
A pop as the pressure releases and my cock springs free, smacking my belly. My knees are weak and I move to join Freddie on the floor, but he shakes his head.
“Stay up there, Shaun. Let me worship you.”
Worship me? Isn’t that what he’s been doing? I don’t know how much more “worship” I can—ahh!
His hand reaches through my legs and grabs my butt, groping and massaging me, his fingers skimming delicately down the centre cleft. At the same time, he takes me in his mouth again, gently sucking, slowly, deeper, while his other hand crawls up my body to my nipple, flicking and twisting.
Those coordinated hands play me like a guitar while he takes me so deep in his mouth, I feel the head of my cock bouncing off the back of his throat.
“Oh, Freddie…” I thread one hand through his hair while the other twists my left nipple, Freddie working the right. My moans turn bestial. Every sensitive part of my body is either being twisted, groped, or swallowed in a wild frenzy. Pleasure like this, I didn’t know it existed.
Freddie stops groping my butt, bringing that wandering hand to his mouth.
He stops blowing me long enough to coat two fingers in saliva before swallowing my cock again.
Freddie’s hand snakes its way between my legs, his keen fingers burrowing between my cheeks.
I gasp as he finds my entrance. I throw my head back and moan as his digits lubricate the sensitive hole.
Coming up for air, Freddie’s mouth hangs open in a breathless smile.
“May I come in?”
Unable to speak, I grunt approvingly. Freddie’s tongue dances over his front teeth as slowly, he slides a finger inside me.
Fuck, that feeling! How is he doing this to me? With just a finger!
“You’re so tight,” Freddie purrs as he nudges my cock with the tip of his nose. “But I think you can handle another, can’t you?”
I grunt, incoherently.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Freddie smirks as he pushes a second finger inside.
Oh gosh.
“S-so good!” My voice trembles as he gets to work fingering my entrance, spreading the muscle wider, probing deeper.
He runs his tongue up the length of my thigh. “Got to stretch you out, Shaun. If you’re gonna take me like a good boy.”
Something about those words sets my mind racing. Like a good boy? I can do that. I can be Freddie’s good boy. Whatever he wants, I’m his, but we might have a problem—it’s all too much.
A fresh wave of pleasure hits and I look down to see Freddie’s tongue dancing over my cock head, lapping like a maniac while his fingers explore deeper, stretching me wider.
The sparks aren’t just flying now, they’re exploding. I can’t even move, the feeling is so intense.
Oh gosh.
“Freddie, I think I’m gonna—”
A sucking pop as Freddie removes his mouth from my dick. My eyes refocus as I’m pulled out of my delirium.
“Don’t you dare come.” Panting, Freddie looks up at me, his cool breath heavenly as it tickles my crotch, wet with saliva and precome. He shoots me a wicked grin. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
He rises to his feet. My eyes roll back as his fingers slide out of me.
“Shall we go back to yours?” Freddie says, his voice melodic. “Might be more comfortable.”
“No,” I say. “I can’t wait that long.”
Freddie grins. “Alright. Turn around, Shaun.”
His command is soft, but irresistible. I’ve barely turned when he’s pressing his hips into me from behind, shoving me forward into the nearest table with surprising strength.
“Bend over.”
I place my hands on the table and lean forwards. Behind me, I sense Freddie crouching down.
Something wet and slippery probes my back entrance, making me jump.
“Whoa!” My spine arches involuntarily. “What is that?”
A faint laugh from behind me. Muffled.
Holy shit, is he using his—
“Ah!” I cry out as Freddie sticks his tongue in deep. Fuck, I can’t take this. All these things he knows how to do to me—things I never knew were possible.
Freddie comes up for air, letting out a low animal groan. “Fuck, this is hot.” He can say that again. “I want to fuck you, Shaun. God, I want to fuck you so bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be okay,” I gasp. “Just be gentle.”
Freddie breathes out a small laugh and plants a soft kiss on my lower back. “Of course I will. Stay there.”
There’s a scuffling sound followed by the tiny pop of a plastic bottle. Freddie adjusts his position and I feel him against me, brushing up my inner thigh, the cool tingle of lube setting off every nerve as he gets closer and closer to my—
“Ugh!” I gasp as I feel him there, pressing firmly, massaging the delicate flesh of my entrance with his cock.
For a few moments he stays there, slowly building the pressure until I feel myself opening for him.
Oh god, any more and he’ll be inside me!
I wait with bated breath, my whole body aching for him. I’m ready.
A moment of teetering on the brink.
Then, “Are you ready?” Freddie’s voice is like honey: smooth, intoxicating.
“Yes!” My heart is beating so fast, I can hardly get the word out.
Ah! A smack of skin as Freddie spanks my butt with his hand.
“Say it.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
“I’m ready. I want you, Freddie. I need you inside me. Right now!”