Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sterling
It’s hard to get past how beautifully disheveled he looks with my cock in his mouth. I don’t know exactly what I’d anticipated by pursuing him tonight but this is beyond all my wildest dreams.
I want to take care of him, that much is evident.
I want him to be able to switch it all off and give it all up.
I’ve had plenty of sex. A little dominance here, a little control over there.
It’s something on the surface that I love but have never really explored.
At least not enough to realize how much I enjoy the thrill that fills my veins at being the pinnacle of someone’s pleasure. The pinnacle of his pleasure.
Louis handed over control beautifully. His anxiety has dwindled down to nothing, and he’s preening under my every request.
My hips slow down, dragging my cock out of his mouth before punching it back in. I repeat the motion and get mesmerized by the stretch of his lips and the way his eyes glaze over with lust.
Reluctantly, I halt my movements and slide out of him completely. My cock bobs between us, and Louis gazes up at me expectantly.
What’s next?
I gently brush my knuckles across his jaw. “Can I fuck you?”
He nods, but it’s not too eager or too disinterested. It’s one of sweet surrender.
Bending, I cup his cheek and kiss him deeply. I let my tongue swipe at his as I lower myself and settle on my knees in front of him. He’s got the height advantage from his perch on the bed, and yet I still have full control.
With his lips still on mine, I run my hands up and down his spread thighs, skin on skin, needing to touch him. My palms roam and explore his torso, his nipples. Feather light, I drag the tips of my fingers up and down his arms and down the length of his back, all with his mouth fused to mine.
I can feel the goose bumps pebbling his hot skin as I curl my hand around his achingly hard cock. He trembles, and I feel the stutter of his breath ricochet in my own lungs. And still, we’re kissing.
I don’t want to stop.
Kissing him is like having direct access to his every thought and feeling, and that’s what I want.
He’s a kaleidoscope of contradictions that suits me just fine. He’s willing yet hesitant, patient but excited. He wants this, but he’s anxious. And I’d promised to make it all okay.
“Don’t come,” I tell him, a whispered command. “That’s the only thing I want you to think about right now, okay? Do. Not. Come.”
He captures my mouth in a kiss instead of answering, and I take it as the confirmation I need to keep going.
We continue our wordless conversation, tongues and mouths and teeth.
I want you. I want you. I want you.
My hand works his length, up and down, slow and fast. Pre-cum pools at the crown of his cock, and I toy with the sticky substance, covering his shaft, making a mess of him.
I roll his sac in my palm before pushing two fingers between his taint and the mattress, just to tease him. Even keeping them still drives him wild, and he cries out into my mouth.
“I can’t hold out,” he pants. “I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” I coax, my hand returning to his dick. “You want to please me, don’t you?”
I tighten my hold on him, strokes firmer and faster, and pinch one of his nipples in tandem, rolling and pinching.
“You’re such a good boy.”
Louis’s kiss falters at my words. A whimper leaves his mouth, and my dick throbs at the sound.
I need to be inside him.
My hand stills, and Louis pulls back to look at me. Holding his gaze, I raise my hand to my mouth and lick his arousal off me.
He blows my mind when he mirrors the action, and our tongues are touching through my spread fingers. It’s filthy and unexpected, and yet my chest swells in pride at seeing him take what he wants.
“Get on your hands and knees for me.”
Rising to stand, I step back to give him room.
It doesn’t matter that he’s over six foot and probably weighs over one hundred and seventy-five pounds, he moves with grace, his body pliant for me.
I’m entranced by the slope of his back as his ass angles high in the air, ready for me to take.
I run my fingers down the knobs of his spine, feeling the subtle tremble beneath my palm. I’ve learned in this short span of time that it’s from eager anticipation and not anxiety, and that feels like a win.
A blanket of silence settles over us, only the sound of his short, sharp breaths filling the room. In any other circumstances I would use the quiet to heighten the anticipation, but Louis isn’t one for the unexpected.
“I’m going to grab lube and a condom,” I tell him. “Are you okay?”
He makes a non-committal sound in the back of his throat before realizing I can’t see his face and a wordless response wouldn’t do.
He looks over his shoulder, and the sight is one I want to frame and hang on my wall for eternity.
“I need you,” he says, staring at me.
Three simple words. It’s all the permission I need.
Swiftly, I find what I’m looking for, and drag the condom over my thick length.
I slather my cock with lube and then drag my lube-covered fingers up and down his taint.
“I’m going to stretch you n—”
He pushes himself back onto my two fingers before I can even finish the sentence, and a flip inside me switches. He’s as desperate as I am, and as much fun as the torturing is, we both need to come.
I don’t even wait to add a third finger, stretching him wide. In and out, my fingertips graze his prostate, and the subtle tremble returns.
“Sterling, please,” he cries. “Please.”
“Please what?” I taunt, wanting to hear him beg.
“Fuck me,” he pants. “I need your cock.”
I drag my fingers out of him and replace them with the head of my cock, lining it up with his opening.
“Who’s cock?” I rasp.
“Yours.”
I don’t even wait till the word has left his lips before I’m slamming myself inside him. His body sucks me in, fitting around me like a glove.
My hands grip his hips, and I roughly piston my body into his. A chorus of sex surrounds us. Moans and groans and our skin slapping together.
It’s my favorite sound.
Heat coils around the base of my spine, and I feel my balls tighten in desperation.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I chant the word as if it’ll hold off the inevitable, but it’s no use. His body sets me ablaze from the inside out. Our bodies move with only one destination in mind.
“Come on baby,” I coax. “Wrap your hand around your cock and come with me.”
I thrust in and out of him, and he jerks himself off with the same pace.
Since the moment I laid eyes on him, I’ve felt tethered to him, and the sex has only heightened that feeling.
It’s more than just a gratuitous action between two people.
It’s an unintentional search for something neither one of us knew was missing.
“Oh fuck.”
Louis throws his head back with a loud groan, his body bowing in pleasure. It’s a sight to behold, and all I need for me to unload.
My body stills before completely shattering inside of him. The orgasm rattles me, the exhilaration, the pleasure, and the absolute certainty that I will never be the same.
Pleasantly exhausted and overwhelmed, I let my body blanket Louis as my cock softens inside him.
“I need to clean up.”
Surprising me, Louis hooks his arm around me. “Don’t go.”
Resting my cheek on his back, I stay and enjoy the rise and fall of his body beneath me.
Everything inside me has shifted, and something in the marrow of my bones tells me Louis may be feeling the same way.