7. Lowen
SEVEN
LOWEN
If it weren’t for the hungry look on Oakley’s face, I’d almost wonder if I’d said that aloud. Turns out I did. I admitted my secret desires. I’m practically holding my breath waiting for a response.
His strong hand grips the back of my neck and he licks his lips. “Kitten, you can have whatever you want from me.”
My stomach flutters as I exhale. “I’m trusting you with something I don’t trust anyone with. Do you understand that?”
Oakley nods, his eyes softening. “Yeah. I understand it, and I don’t take it lightly. Do you understand why you trust me?”
I shake my head almost imperceptibly.
He gently rubs his thumb across my chin. “Because that brilliant mind of yours is equally critical. It’s what makes you so damn good at what you do. You know in the deepest part of you that I would never hurt you.” The sexy grin that first made my knees weak spreads across his face. “You know I would do anything you ask, just to stand in your sunlight a little bit.”
I bristle slightly, all too familiar with men who treat me like a doll only to be disappointed later. “You shouldn’t put me on a pedestal. I’m a very flawed human.”
“Who isn’t? I’m not perfect, and I don’t claim to be, but I am a safe space for you. Goes along with being my friend.”
My defenses soften as I gaze into his beautiful hazel eyes and see nothing but desire and acceptance reflecting back at me. Exhaling softly, I drag my hands down his broad chest.
“You’re a good man, Oakley.”
He shrugs. “I do my best, but it’s not exactly a hardship to be the man in your bed.”
I allow a smile, relaxing into the moment.
“Did all this talking kill the vibe?” he asks as he rubs a big hand up and down my back.
I grind my ass against his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I reach up to tickle his thick beard. His eyelids flutter as he leans into my touch. I’ve never told him, and likely never will, but Oakley, at least physically, is my perfect man. Strong, rugged, bearded, and thick everything . I couldn’t build a better bear.
I cup his face and press our lips together, smiling into the kiss as he hums with happiness and wraps his arms around me. I rock my hips as we kiss, feeling his cock swell even more. My own cock reacts, twitching with need as I gently break away to slide off his lap and onto the floor.
I settle between his parted knees, gazing up at his awed face, and get to work on unbuttoning his jeans. The bulge of flesh beneath his zipper makes my mouth water and a shiver move down my spine. There’s something primal about kneeling before a man that settles the churning chaos of my thoughts. I don’t want to think about how long it’s been since I last indulged this side of me, or why I want to now. I just want to be in the moment.
Oakley leans back to make it easier for me to tug his jeans open. When I finally manage it, his cock is already attempting to break free from the confines of his briefs, the head thick and sticky with precum. Fuck.
My hands shake with anticipation as I reach out and rub him through his underwear. He doesn’t move at all but his gaze is like a delicious trap. I’m the prey to his predator, and I don’t mind one bit.
I tug on the waist of his jeans and he lifts his hips slightly to help me get them down to his ankles. I need space for what I’m about to do. While kissing the inside of his thigh, I push his sweater up to expose his belly. The sight of him makes my stomach flip. He’s covered in soft hair and while he’s clearly in shape from his job, his edges are soft. He’s fucking perfect.
Oakley pulls his sweater over his head, tossing it aside and revealing mouthwatering pierced nipples. Just when I thought the man couldn’t get any better he fucking did.
“What do you think, kitten? Like what you see?”
I nod, licking my dry lips before gripping the waistband of his briefs. “I want you to use my mouth, Oak. Take everything you need from me. Take it all.”
He cups my chin. “What if part of what I want is to taste you?”
I nod. “I won’t deny you.”
A slight smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re full of surprises, gorgeous.” He leans forward and kisses me sweetly. “Can you take your shirt off for me?”
I do as asked, hoping he asks for more. He doesn’t even have to ask, honestly, but I’m not sure I can quite admit that part yet.
He hums, rubbing my bare chest. “Fuck, your skin is like silk.”
I nibble his thigh again, finally pulling his briefs down to reveal my prize. My breath catches at the sight of his bare cock. It’s pretty long and very thick, covered in veins, and to my horny delight, the shaft is lined neatly with a row of barbell piercings.
“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me,” I whisper.
Oakley chuckles, gazing down at me with hooded eyes. “I want to see you too, kitten.”
A secret thrill washes over me as I get to my feet and unbutton my pants, but Oakley pulls me closer and nudges my hands out of the way. His eyes are trained on my waist as he undoes the zipper and tugs them open, his breath catching when he reveals my panties.
“I fucking knew it,” he says. “I knew you were kryptonite.”
I tousle his hair with my fingers, smiling down. “You like pretty panties, big bear?”
“Sure the fuck do, kitten.” He presses his face to my cock, mouthing kisses over the silk material of the panties, but doesn’t make any attempt to remove them. Instead he pushes my pants down my body, holding me steady while I kick them off.
He slides his hands up the back of my thighs to my bare ass, squeezing before his eyes light up with a glint of mischief. “On your knees, kitten. Do your best.”
I drop down, settling between his hairy thighs, and even though I want to dive right in and bury my face in his big, furry balls, I pace myself, instead brushing my lips along the inside of his thighs until he’s squirming.
“Want to know another secret?”
Oakley nods. “I want all of them.”
I gently nip at his skin, barely brushing my nose against his balls. “I adore sucking cock. Love it. All I want right now is to fucking choke and make you scream my name like a prayer.”
“Fuck,” he moans. “Keep talking like that and I’ll come before you get your mouth on me.”
I shake my head. “That won’t do, but don’t worry. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That so, kitten? I admit I’m having trouble deciding which one of us is in charge right now.”
“You’re smart. You’ll figure it out, big bear.”
Then I finally get my hands around his shaft, smiling as he trembles at my touch. The head is shiny with precum, and I can’t resist any longer, gently sucking him into my mouth to taste him. He sucks in a breath, moving his hand to the top of my head but not pushing down, just holding it there. Good bear.
As much as I’d love to drag this out and tease him for hours, I don’t have the patience. It’s been way too long since I’ve had the pleasure of a cock in my mouth, and I can’t remember if I’ve ever had one as nice as this.
Starting at his balls, I drag my tongue along his shaft, my tongue rippling over his piercings, then I swallow as much of his length as I can. Oakley’s moan is music to my ears as I rise on my knees to deepthroat him. He twists his fingers in my hair, tugging just enough to cause a pleasant sting, and spreads his legs obscenely wide.
I picture all the things I could do to him, from eating his ass to riding this beautiful cock into oblivion. I told myself New Year’s Eve was a one-time snafu, but it’s clear we took the lid off the box of attraction and it’s not going back on anytime soon.
Fine. It’s just sex. I can do casual sex, right? It’ll be a challenge to keep things professional during the day, but don’t I deserve to have a little fun?
Oakley’s grunt interrupts my meandering thoughts and brings me back to the moment, where I focus my intention on his pleasure. I massage his balls between my fingers as he sinks into the couch cushions and begins to rock his hips.
Yessss. This is what I want.
I let my jaw go slack and extend my tongue. Oakley gets it, reaching forward to grip my shoulders as he fucks my mouth.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Low. Look at you.”
I put my hands on his thighs for balance and swallow around his cock. His brow creases as his jaw drops, but he understands my unspoken command and thrusts down my throat with enough force to make my eyes water.
Oakley, intent on chasing his climax, fucks my throat, whispering my name and kitten and telling me how perfect I am.
“You’re fucking art, kitten,” he whispers. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Is your cock hard for me?”
I nod even as saliva and his precum drip down my chin, making a mess of me.
“You love being on your knees for me, don’t you? You want to give me everything you’ve got?”
I moan as my cock swells even more. I want to touch myself so badly, but I promised Oak he could have it. Oh god, what is up with me? Am I really planning to let it all out right now? Can I trust him with this part of me?
“Fuck, Low,” he moans, tightening his grip on my hair and pumping his hips. “I’m gonna come.”
I nod, humming around his cock. I could be a total ass right now and edge him a bit, but let’s be real, I want this as much as he needs it. His eyes go wide as he tenses and grunts, just like the sexy bear he is. His cock swells in my mouth, then the first pulse happens, spilling hot, thick cum onto my tongue. I slide back slightly so it will pool in my mouth and he can watch me swallow every salty sweet drop.
He stares at me like I’m something exotic he’s never seen before as he feeds me rope after sticky rope. It seems like his orgasm goes on forever, and that suits me just fine. I suckle his tip, but only for a second before he manhandles me from the floor to his lap.
“On your knees, kitten,” he commands.
I straddle his hips, gazing down at him as he tugs my panties down just under my balls, keeping them on as he swallows my length. Throwing my head back, I claw his shoulders. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly as he expertly sucks me.
He pops off for a second, bending low to suck my balls and kiss my belly before diving back in and swallowing my entire length. It only takes a couple of minutes before the tight ball inside me unravels and my orgasm barrels through me like a damn tidal wave.
“Fuck. Oak.”
His fingers slide into my crease, tickling gently, and sending me to new heights. My voice falls away as I slightly scream, my body tense as I explode in his mouth. Oakley hums happily as he continues to suck me through it until I’m twitching and trying to break free.
He slides off my cock but pulls me down into a heated kiss, our shared releases mixing with our unique tastes. His beard tickles my face, and for the first time in too long to even remember, I feel relaxed. Truly relaxed.
We fall to our sides, our hot bodies tangled together, my cheek resting against his chest. He tickles my back, but neither of us speak. I gently tug at the barbells piecing his nipples. It’s… nice. This companionable post-sex silence.
It doesn’t take long for my second thoughts to kick in though. Will things change again now that we’ve taken it to a new level? Now that he knows my secret desires to submit?
After a few more minutes, Oakley stretches. “I can go if you need space, but if you want to talk about the events or anything else for the ceremony, I can hang.”
A smile tugs at my lips. Of course he won’t make it weird. We’re just two men having orgasms. It’s casual and I need to remember that Oakley isn’t a clingy guy.
“I brought home some lasagna from Moby’s if you want to eat.”
“I could eat.”
I slide off the couch, smiling as I tug my panties into place. Oakley watches me with that heat still in his eyes, and it’s hard to ignore him with his cock still out. Damn, he’s sexy.
Surprising me, he tugs my wrist and pulls my pants back up, dressing me carefully before he stands and grabs his sweater.
“Hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are truly stunning, and I’m not just talking about that pretty face of yours,” he says.
“I don’t mind.”
He winks as he bends forward to pull his jeans up. “Dinner?”
“Yeah. Let’s eat.”