Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
The second we’re inside his house and the door clicks shut, my lips are on Arthur’s. He responds immediately, matching my intensity with his soft but demanding lips. Each glide of my tongue along his fuels a hunger deep inside me, urging me to take more, give more, and to get as close to him as possible. His house is bathed in shadow as the faint glow of moonlight shines through the windows, bathing everything, including his beautiful face, in silver. We stayed on the beach until the stars came out, and now, under their quiet watch… I need him.
As I gently push him against the wall, my hips meet his and my heart skips a beat as I feel him hard in his shorts, just like I am.
“You want me to stay?” I murmur against his lips.
He nods, but then his hands quickly lift to my chest and he pushes me back slightly. “What about Neville?” he asks with wide eyes.
“He’ll be ok,” I assure him. “He has food, water, and toys. It’s no different than me going to bed at home. ”
Arthur’s eyes shift over my shoulder as he thinks for a moment. “And the bird? They both need breakfast in the morning.”
I can feel him tense beneath me, so I lift my hands to his ribs and hold him tight.
“How about we stay here tonight, and go have breakfast with them in the morning?” I ask, watching his eyes in the moonlight as they soften a bit.
Then he shifts his gaze back to me, and a small smile plays on his lips. And he barely even gets to finish his nod of agreement before my lips are on his again.
Our hands roam and our kiss deepens as I press against him, earning a delicious moan from him as I grind my hard cock against his.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” I ask, breathless already from my intense need for him.
His chest rises and falls, and I see his throat bob. But he nods, and gestures to a hallway next to us. “Down there.”
I press another kiss to his lips, and reluctantly remove my hands from him. “Lead the way.”
Arthur abruptly turns, flicking on the hallway light, and I follow him to the end of the hall, watching his perfect ass in his athletic shorts the entire way. But as my eyes travel up his body, I also take in the stiffness in his posture, and the way his fingers fidget.
We reach the bedroom, and as he turns to face me, I open my mouth to tell him that we can take it as slow as he needs. But I don’t get to, because he immediately closes the gap between us and takes me in another deep kiss.
And I give myself up to him completely, continually in awethat he wants to do this with me. His hands glide up my sides, and I step closer, accepting everything he’s offering. It’s something he’s never shared with anyone else before, but he shares it with me. He’s let me in, and allowed me into his world… and I am so fucking lucky.
I slowly walk him backwards, keeping my lips on his until we reach his bed. Arthur pulls me down with him, his arms wrapping around me as I lie over him. The small moan that escapes him brings a smile to my lips, and I press against him again, giving him that pressure he craves. And as I grind my cock into his, his moans grow louder.
And fuck me… if that isn’t music to my fucking ears.
My lips trail down his neck as I move my hand to the waistband of his shorts, and slip it under his shirt and hoodie. As I trace the lines of his abs and pecs, the need to see him becomes overwhelming. I sit back and tug his sweater up, raising my eyebrow playfully.
He chews on his lip as he hesitates for a moment. But then he sits up and pulls off both layers in one go.
And oh… my… god.
The warm glow from the light in the hallway and the cool moonlight filtering through the windows blend together, bathing him in a soft,luminous glow, highlighting the toned muscles of his arms, chest, and abs. What he keeps hidden, and concealed by his hoodie, has found the light… and there is so much more beneath the surface.
I place my hand over his chest and trail it down his abs, my eyes travelling over this beautiful sight. “I really like your colours…”
A little laugh bubbles out of him, and my eyes fly up to take in his smile.
Now that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and heard.
I fall over him once again, taking him in a deep kiss as I grind against him. And it feels so good, I could come from this alone.
But I need more.
And I hope he’s on board.
I sit back again and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the bed next to me. Arthur’s eyes widen as they fall to my chest, and his hand slowly reaches out to rest over my abs. His fingers trace over me, and he seems to get lost for a moment.
“I’d really like to taste you,” I say, placing my hand on his side and running it over his ribs.
His gaze meets mine, and his brow furrows. “Taste me?”
I smile. “Suck your dick.”
He stills, and his eyebrows lift.
“Would you like that?” I ask, trying to put myself in check so I don’t take this too fast for him.
I watch him as he lowers his eyes to look at my hand on him, and I’m ready to stop this if he says no.
But he nods, and lifts his eyes to meet mine again. “Yes.”
“You sure?” I ask cautiously. He looks eager, but I know he’s never done this before. And as much as I want to just rip his clothes off and take him right to the back of my throat, I know I need to go slow here.
The intensity in his eyes is visible even in the dim moonlight as he stares right at me, and says in a confident, firm voice, “Yes.”
A rush of air escapes me, and I slide back, dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him. He props himself up on his elbows as he looks down at me, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. And my own breath catches as I pull down his shorts and boxers, and his hard dick springs free. I take a moment to just stare at him, until I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock.
“Fuck, Arthur,” I say as I stroke him. “You’re fucking gorgeous. ”
He takes in a deep breath, and his grip on the bedsheets tightens.
“You like this?” I ask him, lowering my head so my lips graze his inner thigh. “Does it feel good to have your dick stroked?”
A small grunt escapes him, and he nods.
I smile up at him. “Let’s see if you like having it sucked too.” I run my tongue over the tip of his cock and swirl it around, then slide my lips down his length. And I don’t take my eyes off him the whole time.
“Oh my god,” he breathes, and he now has a death grip on the sheets. But he stares right at me, watching as I take him in again, deeper this time.
I go slow as I watch him, ready to stop at the first sign that this might be too much for him. But as I continue to take him further into my mouth, and bring my hand up to stroke him as well, his eyes close and he lets his head fall back.
Slowly, I increase my pace, giving him more and more, and taking him right to the back of my throat. I’m hungry for him, and I can’t get enough. The taste of his precum on my tongue drives me fucking wild, and the sounds of his soft moans almost do me in. His hands are now on my arms, gripping tight as I pull more moans and groans from him, and he unravels beneath me. The taste of him, the outline of his muscles in the moonlight, and the sounds he’s making are going to make me fucking come right here and now.
I release him from my mouth and reach down to give my cock a squeeze to release some pressure. “Damn, Firefox… I might come with you.”
Arthur looks down at me and shakes his head. “No. I want to make you come.”
Holy fuck.
My mouth is on him again before I can even process his words, and I suck and stroke him with an intense need to make him feel as good as he’s ever felt. His hands slide into my hair and grip tight, and I feel him tense beneath me.
“I’m…” he pants, “I’m going to come…”
I can’t help the moan that comes from deep within my chest at the sound of those words, and when his cum flows over my tongue and I feel him completely let go, I need to hold myself together so I don’t bust. I swallow him down as he slowly releases my hair from his grip, and the sound of his heavy breaths fills the room.
I release him and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as he stares down at me. His face is flushed, and he looks completely relaxed. Until he sits up, and his eyes drop to my lips.
“I… don’t know how to do that,” he says slowly.
I run my hands up his thighs. “You don’t have to.”
But he just shakes his head. “I want to.”
That takes me by surprise. I wasn’t sure how he was going to handle me sucking him off, but I really didn’t expect him to want to do it to me.
But my Firefox is full of surprises.
My dick is so hard it almost hurts as I pull him in for a kiss. His hand slowly slides to the waistband of my shorts, and he slips it in to wrap around my cock. A guttural moan leaves me as he slowly slides his hand up and down, and damn… he feels so fucking good.
But then he pauses with his lips hovering over mine. “How do you want to…” he says quietly.
I smile, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “Where do you want to be?” I ask.
But then panic flashes over his face, and he freezes.
“Here.” I push to my feet and climb onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. “Just kiss me. ”
He does, but I can still feel the hesitation in him.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, pulling back to look into his eyes.
He pushes himself back, and his gaze drifts to something across the room. “You were so good at it,” he says softly. “You just knew what to do. I don’t know what to do. You used both your hand and your mouth, but also sometimes just your hand and just your mouth. Is there an order to it? You did it fast and slow. What do I do? Do I close my eyes, do I look at you? How do I know if I’m doing it right? You… swallowed… I don’t know if I can… But maybe I can. I don’t know. Am I supposed to? And what do I do if?—”
“Hey.” I grab his hand and hold it tight.
He slowly shifts his gaze to me, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. And I try hard not to smile, but I can’t help it.
How does he just keep getting cuter?
“There is no right or wrong way to do this either,” I say. And then I laugh when he releases a breath with a roll of his eyes. “I know,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “It’s another one of those things… to just do what feels right. And honestly… I’m about ready to come just from sucking you off, so any touch from you right now is going to feel so fucking good. Any touch from you anytime is perfect.”
He studies me for a moment, then his hand finds the waistband of my shorts.
With a smile, I push them down, and watch as his lips part when his eyes land on my hard cock. Then he takes a deep breath and moves. And my heart thumps as he settles between my legs.
“Hm,” I hum. “You look good down there.”
He glances up at me, and I see the corner of his mouth twitch. And with that, he wraps his hand around my cock.
I groan as he strokes me slowly, and his eyes roam my body.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I say, each stroke of his hand causing more and more pressure to build deep inside me, ready to burst open at any moment.
Tension releases from his shoulders as his eyes flick up to meet mine again. And then, he lowers his head, and wraps his lips around the head of my cock.
Holy fucking shit.
“Oh my god,” I groan, pushing up on one elbow to watch him as warmth floods through my body, and I’m thrust even closer to the edge I’m trying to stay away from, so I don’t end this too soon.
He tentatively takes me deeper into his mouth, then carefully pulls back and glances up at me.
I bite my lip and smile down at him. “Firefox…” I say slowly, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair as it shines like flames in the moonlight.
Something sparks to life in his eyes as they stay locked with mine for a moment longer, until he lowers his head again, and takes me back into his mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” I pant as I watch him bob slowly on my cock, and he lifts his hand to stroke me as well. His pace increases with my words, like they’ve given him an urgency, and grew the fire inside him.
I’m in complete awe of him as he falls into a rhythm, and I creep closer and closer to ruin. For being so nervous and unsure just moments ago, he’s now completely in the moment, and doing a damn good job.
“Oh god, keep going.” My hand lands on his arm and I squeeze hard. “Yeah, just like that.”
His eyes lift to meet mine again and I nearly lose my breath.
The light in them is so bright, and he looks so… alive.
Heat spreads through my body, and tingles rush up my spine at the sight. And I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m coming,” I pant.
Arthur pops off my cock, and with one more stroke from his hand, I come. Hard .
My head tips back as the feeling overwhelms me and pleasure completely takes over. Arthur strokes me through it, and I never want this high to end.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out as I look down at him, and he just stares at my stomach, now decorated in my cum, with a look of awe on his face.
Then his gaze slides up to meet mine. “I liked that,” he says with wide eyes and a serious nod.
I laugh. “Yeah… me too.”
But then his eyes fall back to my stomach, and his fingers twitch.
“Got a towel?” I ask. He looks stuck… and I wonder if it’s because of the mess.
He nods as he looks up at me again, but it still looks like he doesn’t know what to do.
I gesture to our clothes on the bed beside me. “Pass me my shirt.”
He does, and I use it to wipe up the cum on my stomach. But I’m not sure that was the right call either. Because he stiffens, and just stares at it.
“It’s ok,” I say lightly, sitting up. “I’ll just shove this in my bag. I have a hoodie I can wear?—”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“No…?” I ask cautiously.
He grabs his boxers and stands up, pulling them on. “Come on. We’ll wash it now.” Then he walks out of the room.
I can’t help but chuckle as I pull my boxers on as well, and follow him down the hallway of his small coastal home, with creaky wood floorboards and framed photos of wildlife lining the walls.
At the other end of the hall, he opens a door, revealing a washer and dryer. He opens the door to the washer and points inside. “Put it in.”
I try to hold back my smile as I step forward and toss it inside with some towels that are already in there.
He starts pouring soap in the dispenser. “I don’t do laundry on Saturdays. Only Sundays.” He closes the door and presses the start button. “But… this is needed.”
My smile breaks free as I watch him release a breath, the stress of the dirty shirt melting away from him now that it’s dealt with.
As he turns to face me, I step in and pull him in for a kiss. “You’re fucking adorable.”
His cheeks blush, and I press my lips to his nose.
“Now… back to bed,” I say, taking his hand and leading him back to his bedroom.
I crawl onto the bed and tug him down with me, ready to lay another deep kiss on him and spend the whole night right here, wrapped up in him and nothing else. But as we fall onto the bed, something catches my eye.
“This the one?” I ask, reaching for the book on his bedside table.
Arthur smiles. “Yeah.”
“Hm.” I flip it over, checking where the bookmark is. “You’re almost done.”
He nods excitedly. “The author is suggesting that humans are simply algorithms. We continue to absorb data, and this will possibly replace us with superhumans, with deeper emotions and superior intellect. But as data grows so quickly, it could consume us and nothing of what makes us human would be left. ”
I huff out a laugh. “Superhuman, eh?” I shake my head. “Nah. I’ll stick to being wild. Free like the animals, untamed by data, and still human where it counts.”
Arthur smiles and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me so I can kiss him again. But when I reach over to put the book back, something else grabs my attention… a camera on his table. I pick it up, raising an eyebrow.
“Bedroom photos?” I tease.
He sits up over my hips, tilting his head in confusion. “What?”
I chuckle, looking over the camera in my hands. “This is a nice camera.”
He nods and gestures towards the large bedroom window. “I was taking photos of the sky through the rainy window the other day.”
I smile. “I’d love to see those.”
Arthur takes the camera from me, though his gaze lingers on my lips. His finger traces the curve of my smile slowly, before he turns on the camera, presses a few buttons, and lifts it to point at me. He clicks the shutter, and when he lowers the camera, he smiles. “Perfect.” But his eyes aren’t on the screen… they’re on me.
I reach up and take the camera from him, lifting it to my eye and pointing it at him.
“You’ll need different settings…” he says slowly. “The light is coming from over my shoulder, so?—”
But I click the shutter anyway.
As I lower the camera, he just stares back at me.
I just smile at him. “Perfect.”
And as a wide smile spreads across his face, I lift the camera and snap another one.
“Somehow even more perfect,” I say, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him down to the bed.
He laughs as he falls down next to me, and my heart skips a beat at the sound. A joyful, uninhibited, full laugh that fills the room. I press my lips to his as I lift the camera and snap a photo of us, our lips locked as we laugh against each other. I don’t know if I even caught us in the frame or if it's just a blur of the headboard, but either way… it’s perfect.