34 Aubie
CUTTER IS QUIET THROUGH THE rest of the ride back to my place.
I don’t know what’s going on in that complicated head of his, but I figure I’ll give him the space to work it out.
Everything seemed fine at dinner, but I don’t know what he talked about with Callum. I’ll admit the suspense is killing me.
When we pull up at my house, he keeps the engine running like he’s going to bolt back home and I realize I don’t want him to. I slide across the seat and grab his hand, pulling his eyes to mine.
“Stay.”
He looks like he’s going to argue, so I seal the request with a kiss. It starts off as something soft and quick, but every time my lips meet his sparks fly and I grow ravenous.
I pull back and brush the curl back from his forehead. “Please.”
He still seems conflicted but I don’t give him the chance to back out. Instead I press my lips to his again, trying to convey my desperation.
“I need you.”
The fact that I actually want him to spend the night is still new for me, but ever since the night he found me coming apart on the bathroom floor, I haven’t wanted to sleep alone.
Finally he shuts off the engine and pockets his keys. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
I open the door and climb out, hoping he’s going to follow.
It takes him a minute, but he joins me at the door.
While I’m hoping he ravages me as soon as we get in the house, he still hangs back.
I take his hand and lead him back to my bedroom, determined to break through whatever mindfuck he’s got going on.
“Now,” I say, turning and folding myself into his arms. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were fine when we left your mom’s, then you got all quiet. Don’t say it’s nothing, because I’m starting to read your moods. If this boyfriend thing is going to work; we’ve got to be able to talk to each other.”
That brings a grin to his face. “Boyfriend thing?”
“Hey, you said it. Twice, I might add.”
His smile fades. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to spring that on you like that.”
I trace my hands up and down his arms. “It’s okay. It was actually nice.” I lean into him and brush my lips against his. “I like being your boyfriend.”
“You do?”
“Surprising as that sounds considering it’s me, yes, I do.” I kiss him again and he starts to relax.
“I never would have pictured this,” he says. “You and me. But it feels…right.”
“Want to show me how much?”
Words are no longer necessary. We may come from totally different backgrounds, but this is where we’re in sync. That electricity that’s always existed between us keeps pulling us into each other’s orbit like moths to a flame.
We undress each other slowly, taking our time with tender touches and hungry kisses, his rough hands skimming over my body while his mouth worships my skin. I sigh in his arms, melting into his caress.
He lays me back on the bed and stands over me, his eyes shining with lust and something almost…sad. I don’t like that look on him.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he crawls up on the bed between my legs.
His mouth goes to work again, licking and kissing his way up my thighs, around my pelvis, up my abdomen to my chest. I whimper and strain against him, desperate to feel his lips around my aching cock, but he ignores it and stays his course, sucking and biting my nipples until my toes curl from need.
When his cock brushes mine, I can’t help the way my body writhes and squirms against him.
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
His fingers dance featherlight over my flesh, dipping between my legs and around to my balls.
My cock stiffens, rock hard now. I need him to touch it.
To suck it. To show it any attention, but his fingers continue their maddening explorations.
Rubbing my taint, teasing my hole. I push up on my heels, arching my back to give him better access.
I need him to take me. To ravage me. Anything but this slow, torturous death by teasing.
“Please fuck me,” I plead.
He bends my knees and pushes my legs up, his eyes finding mine when he whispers, “Can I taste you?”
“Yes, please.” You even have to ask?
Expecting him to go after my cock, I’m surprised when he dips his head between my legs and slides his tongue up my crease. It’s like a jolt of lightning.
My moan is deep and long when his tongue circles my opening. When he dives inside, I nearly lose my mind.
What he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm, tonguing my ass like he wants to devour me.
I fist the comforter, my sanity hanging on by the thinnest of threads.
A stream of gibberish flows out of my mouth, some French, some animalistic.
I don’t know what I’m saying. I only know I don’t want it to stop.
As much as I enjoy eating a partner’s ass, I haven’t had the favor returned to me very often, and never so hungrily. Cutter’s face is buried between my thighs, his tongue working some kind of sorcery on me.
“Jesusgodfuckme,” I moan, arching up off the bed as he finds my prostate.
His hands clamp around my hips and hold me in place while he makes a meal of my ass. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. Nothing on earth could feel this good.
Except when his hand slides over the head of my cock. I nearly come on the spot. And now he’s got my ass and my cock, and I can’t even think straight.
“I’m close,” I pant.
I nearly cry when his mouth pulls away from me, though he replaces it with two fingers while reaching over to the nightstand for a condom.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name,” he promises as he slips on the condom.
“I’ll scream anything as long as you shove your big dick in my ass.”
His grin turns feral. “Such a filthy mouth.”
I exhale as he guides the head of his thick cock against my hole.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Just…go slow. You’re a big boy.”
The first burn of penetration soon gives way to a flood of pure pleasure as he slowly sinks inside me.
“God you feel so good,” he rasps against my ear.
He lifts up and poises above me while the strain of holding back causes his arms to quiver and the veins in his neck to bulge.
I can’t stand it; I need friction. “Fuck me, Cutter,” I beg, not below using the weapon of his name to get what I want.
I see the desired reaction on his face. He starts to move, slowly at first, all the way out then sliding back in until our balls slap against each other and I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat.
I look down between us. My cock is standing up like steel rod, leaking precum all over my abs. I need to stroke it, but when I reach for it, Cutter bends down and nips at my ear.
“No. No touching. I want to make you come handsfree.”
Fuck me, a challenge.
“I need it hard then,” I groan. “Fuck me hard, baby.”
He grunts and ups his rhythm. “I’m going to fuck the brattiness right out of your filthy mouth.”
I offer a throaty laugh. “Do your worst, baby.”
He folds my legs up to my chest and adjusts his angle to where every thrust of his thick cock pegs my prostate, sending fireworks detonating through my body. His pace is relentless as he pounds me, pushing me across the bed until my head bangs against the headboard.
Something inside me clicks, and at first I think he must have given me a concussion.
But then it’s like all the pieces fall into place while this sense of pure joy flows through me.
I feel like I’m floating. Like I could fly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
I need to taste him, to complete that connection.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he groans against my mouth.
I can feel my own orgasm building. It won’t take much to push me over the edge.
“Come for me, Aubie.”
That’s all I needed. I yell his name as my body seizes up, a flush of heat engulfing me, my ass clenching around his cock, my vision cutting out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He stiffens and groans right behind me, lost to his own release.
It takes me a few minutes to come back to reality, and when I do, the first thing I think about is, what the hell was that feeling that came over me?
That joy. What did it mean? I’ve never felt anything like that before.
I can’t count how many orgasms I’ve had in my life, but I know none of them made me feel like that.
Cutter collapses on top of me, the warmth of his weight a welcome distraction. My head is too scrambled right now to make sense of things. All I know is this man is something special. Something bordering on magical.
I know how corny that sounds, and I would never breathe a word of it out loud to anyone, but deep in my heart of hearts I know it’s true.
He touched me in a way that’s never happened before.
I close my arms around him and press my lips to his, hungry to keep this connection, but he seems to realize where he is.
“I’m sorry, I’m crushing you,” he says as he rolls over onto his side.
The sudden loss of his heat and weight is jarring, and part of me wants to pull him back.
I look over at his chest, which is now smeared with my cum, and I can’t resist dragging a finger through it and bringing it to his lips.
He sucks my finger into his mouth, licking around it before uttering a soft moan.
“I think that’s my new favorite flavor,” he says.
I roll onto my side to face him. “Are you saying you’re becoming a cum slut?”
He chuckles, the sound deep and delicious, sending butterflies through my chest. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Well your ass eating skills are top notch.”
“I don’t know if I can include that on a resume, but I’m all about developing new skills.”
“Always the athlete, huh?”
His smile fades and he gets that faraway look in his eye again. No, don’t do that. I need to pull him back to the present.
“Thank you for taking me today,” I say. “Your mom is an awesome cook.”
“She is that,” he agrees. “Sorry for leaving you alone with her. What did you two talk about while I was downstairs?”