Chapter Caelyx #3
We glanced at each other briefly, an unspoken agreement flowing between us. I’d always wanted that closeness with someone, that easy connection where we could communicate without even needing words, but I’d never come close to it until Aspen.
“No,” we answered in unison, before I reached out to pick up both our drinks and ushered him out of the door. We walked quickly and purposefully, barely even talking, until we got to the very last shop at the beginning of the little downtown district. There wasn’t another soul around.
Setting our drinks down on a bench and gripping him by his upper arms, I steered him into the tiny alley, pushing him up against the side of the empty building.
When I leaned into him, he slipped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss.
I rolled my hips against him, frustrated with how little friction I could get on my aching cock with all the layers of clothing between us, but moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue.
The hand in my coat pocket fumbled with my phone, ramping up the vibrator while we made out, and his arms tightened around me.
I swallowed his needy little noises, until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I want you on your knees,” I panted out, burying my face in his neck for a moment, breathing him in. “The second we get in the house. I want to fuck your pretty face and come down your throat.”
He nodded, giving my neck another quick squeeze. “Whatever you want,” he breathed out. “I’ll give you everything.”
The words hit me like a freight train, all the muscles in my groin tightening, and I snapped off the vibrations. His fingers unclenched from the back of my collar, and he let out a relieved sigh.
We hurried the rest of the way home, my hands shaking like a fucking junkie as I clumsily handed him the drinks and shoved the house key into the lock to disengage it. The door smacked shut behind us, and he ripped off his coat, tossing it onto the couch as he kicked off his shoes.
I shed my outer layers too, yanking down my zipper as I moved to the couch. I wasn’t confident that my legs wouldn’t turn to jelly the second he put my cock in his mouth, so sitting was safer. He sank down to his knees in front of me, just as I’d requested.
My fingers sank into his hair, pulling him to me, where his mouth immediately latched onto the base of my cock. The feeling of his tongue on my aching, neglected flesh dragged a loud groan out from my chest, my hips twitching and jerking for more.
“You’re always so messy,” he murmured, lapping his way up my shaft to swipe up all the precum I’d dripped out, before swirling his tongue over my slit, coaxing even more out into his mouth.
“But you love cleaning me up,” I retorted, moaning as he made his way back down the length of my cock, fervently kissing and sucking, like he was worshiping it. “Fuck, Cupcake.”
With the reduced functionality of my brain, it took me a few moments to remember exactly what we were doing. When I turned the vibrator back on, I felt his whole body tense up between my thighs, and he moaned against me, faltering in his motions.
Gently tugging at his hair to tilt his head back, I stared down at his flushed, sweat-dampened face.
“Whatever I want,” I reminded him, and he shuddered, nuzzling his face into my bare thigh for a brief moment before opening his mouth wide and taking in as much of me as he could handle.
My cock somehow thickened and hardened even more against his tongue, something I’d have claimed couldn’t have been possible until that very moment.
He moaned around me when I nudged the vibration level up, sounding perfect and desperate this time, now that we were all alone. His slutty little noises sent waves of pleasure coursing down my shaft, until my thick cockhead nudged the back of his throat.
“Aspen,” I panted his name out. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”
Of course he couldn’t answer me, but the pulse of his throat around my swollen, leaking cock was enough of a response.
Carefully lifting myself up onto one knee, I held him in place as I started rocking against his face, gliding my cock in and out of his lips.
Gripping me at my base, he toyed with my balls as he loosened his jaw, the obscene wet sounds echoing off the walls along with my breathless groans.
When his fingertips brushed over my hole, I let out a choked moan at the added stimulation. He teased me there, stroking light circles over the sensitive nerve endings.
“Yeah,” I panted out. “That’s yours. I fucking love that you own my hole.”
He gave my thigh a quick pinch, before gripping at my hips for a moment to still my movements, alerting me to pull back from his mouth. I worried that I’d been too rough, but he only used the moment to slick up his fingers with spit, before opening his mouth to take me back in.
His slick fingers returned to my rim, my cock wrapped back up in the snug tightness of his mouth and pulsing against the back of his throat. He dipped inside, teasing my tight walls until he brushed my prostate. My eyes rolled back as I let out a wanton cry, clenching around him.
“Oh god, keep doing that,” I begged hoarsely. “Feels so good, Cupcake.”
It was like mental torture, having to monitor his reactions when I just wanted to bask in the feeling of his beautiful mouth around me. But I couldn’t let him finish like this. I wanted to watch him unravel in front of me, mindless. Like he was making me.
I knew when he was getting close. So was I. Keeping my thumb hovering just over the button on my phone, I let him work himself into a frenzy, his hips jerking and bucking in the air. And just as he was about to hit the crest and get all that gorgeous relief, I snapped it off.
He cried out around me, but I tightened my fingers in his hair and held his head still as I flexed my hips, thrusting into the back of his throat. My balls drew up, aching as I came in thick, hot jets, my hole throbbing around his fingers as he stroked my swollen prostate through it.
“Aspen. Oh, fuck, Aspen.” I couldn’t stop from saying his name as my thighs quivered, the force of the orgasm nearly blacking out my brain after so much buildup.
But even with the cruel way I’d blocked him from his own relief, he eagerly slurped up everything I had, coaxing another little spurt out of me, even when I’d thought I was done. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking perfect.”
When I finally dropped back down onto the couch, shivering, he eyed me from between my thighs as my softening cock slipped out of his pretty lips.
With my hand still locked in his hair, I pulled him up to me, claiming his mouth in a sloppy kiss that I could still taste my own cum in.
I devoured him, licking and sucking and biting until he moaned against my lips, his hands trembling against my chest as he put his weight on me.
“Caelyx.”
“You want to go to the bedroom, Cupcake?” I asked, and he nipped into my lower lip before nodding.
“Please. You’re going to let me come, right?”
I’d never heard him sound so helpless and definitely never so submissive. My exhausted cock gave a futile twitch, and I had to suppress a snort. Down, boy. We have plenty of time.
“As soon as you’re squirming and begging,” I confirmed and he groaned, dropping his head onto my shoulder. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I promised, and I felt him nod against me. “All you have to do is lie back and let me.”
“Whatever you want,” he said again, and I instantly decided it was my favorite phrase in the entire world.
He lifted himself off me, shedding his clothes and leaving them like a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow as he headed into my bedroom. At the doorway, he turned to face me, his perfectly toned body flushed and damp.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Caelyx.”
Okay, maybe that was my new favorite phrase. Either way, my weak legs received a new rush of energy as I bounced up like a spring to follow him.