Chapter Nine
Oliver
Lane’s lips felt like they were burning against mine.
There was a brief moment where I thought I’d made a horrible mistake, and I started to pull away, prepared to spend eternity apologising for misreading the situation.
But then Lane’s hand came up to cradle the back of my head, keeping my lips against his as his other hand wrapped around my waist to pull our bodies flush.
Time melted away as if the past nine years had suddenly become inconsequential. I knew things would never go back to the way they were because too much had changed, but in that moment, none of that mattered.
The kiss felt like coming home.
Lane’s tongue brushed against the seam of my lips, and I melted against him, letting out a soft moan.
I parted my lips, and his tongue teased mine, taking our kiss from something soft and tender to something that consumed me.
My hand fisted in the front of his t-shirt, holding him there.
It felt good being in his arms again, pressed against his solid chest.
I’d wanted Lane since the first moment I’d seen him again, even if I’d tried to deny it. There was something between us that just felt so right. I knew there would be consequences, but I’d deal with those later.
I nipped his lip, and Lane growled, the sound sending a shiver running down my spine.
My cock swelled, and I knew there’d be an obvious bulge in my joggers if Lane looked down.
I pushed my body against his and turned us, trapping him against the counter.
I wanted to see how he’d react—whether he’d push me away and say that was enough or whether he wanted more.
Lane chuckled softly, gently pulling away and gazing up at me with eyes on fire. “You want something.”
It was a statement, not a question, and I nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I…” Where did I start? There were so many thoughts and ideas flying around my head.
I wanted so much from him, even if it was just this once.
I was only there for a couple of months, but that seemed like an endless window.
I didn’t want to think about the future, I just wanted to focus on the here and now.
And right now, I wanted Lane.
“Fuck me,” I said. “I want you to fuck me.”
Lane raised an eyebrow, a hungry smile playing around his mouth. “Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have fucking asked if I wasn’t.” I leant forward until my mouth was virtually pressed against his. “Fuck. Me.”
Lane trailed a finger across my jaw, tilting my head up until my eyes met his. There was a power in his gaze I hadn’t seen before, a simmering force that made me squirm and sent desire rushing through me. “Your wish is my command.”
He pulled me into a kiss, claiming me with his mouth as his hand slid from my waist and trailed down my back until he reached my ass. He squeezed it and pushed my hips forward so my cock rubbed against his. I moaned at the delicious burst of friction and ground my hips, desperately seeking more.
In barely five minutes, Lane had already reduced me to a needy mess, and I knew I’d be begging by the time he got his cock inside me.
“Turn around,” he said in a low voice that demanded to be obeyed. “Hands on the counter.”
I glanced over his shoulder and out the window, suddenly worried someone would see us.
“Don’t worry,” Lane continued. “Nobody will see unless they’re standing in your front garden. But we can always go upstairs if you want.”
I shook my head and stepped away from him, placing my hands on the counter and sticking my ass out. I didn’t have the patience to go upstairs. Especially because my room was a mess and there was currently a dildo and a bottle of lube on the bedside table.
I’d been horny when I’d woken up this morning, and since I’d had nothing better to do with my time, I’d spent a luxurious hour in bed with my phone, my dildo, and my favourite MyFans subscription.
I’d only just thrown my joggers and hoodie on to make myself a drink when Lane had knocked on the door.
I’d been embarrassed at first, thinking he’d somehow be able to tell what I’d been doing, but now it felt like the perfect twist of fate.
Of course, Lane was about to find out exactly how I’d spent my Saturday morning, but I didn’t think he was going to object.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Lane said in answer to my silence and the way I’d pushed out my ass, as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. His hands reached for the waistband of my joggers and tugged them down over my ass. “Do you usually go commando?”
“Er, no.” I looked down at the counter. “I’d only just gotten up when you arrived.”
“Did I disturb you?” His hand caressed my ass cheek, sending a shiver up my spine.
“N-no, I was up. I’d just had a lazy morning in bed.”
Lane hummed in amusement, his hand moving over to my other cheek and playing with it.
“And what did this lazy morning involve?” He slipped his fingers into my crease and trailed them across my hole, which was still wet and stretched from my dildo.
I’d been planning to get a drink before I cleaned up and showered in one of the old en suites that hadn’t been ripped out, but Lane’s arrival had derailed that.
Lane groaned. “Does it have something to do with why your pretty ass is all wet and ready for me?”
“Yes.” I gripped the counter harder as Lane teased the slick, sensitive skin with one finger. His touch was light and made me ache for more. I pushed back into his hand, hoping he’d give me what I needed, but Lane pulled his hand away and went back to fondling my cheeks.
“Tell me,” he said, his breath ghosting over my ear.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what you were doing. I want to know.” Lane pressed against me, and I felt his erection digging into my ass.
I wanted his cock inside me, not inside his jeans, but as I went to reach one hand back, he tutted and grasped my wrist, placing my hand back on the counter.
“Tell me, Oliver. Did you wake up feeling desperate? Did you need to be filled?”
I shivered and nodded. His low voice undid something inside me, pressing buttons I wasn’t even aware I had.
“Yes. I woke up hard, and since I didn’t have any plans, I thought I’d enjoy myself.
” Lane hummed and trailed kisses down the side of my neck.
I let out a soft groan before I continued.
“I brought a dildo with me from London. It’s not huge or anything, but it feels so good when I’m riding it. ”
“Mmm, I bet you look good bouncing on it. You have a fucking perfect ass.”
His praise sent a bolt of desire down my spine, and I closed my eyes. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I do.” Lane’s fingers slid back between my cheeks, teasing my sensitive hole. “Did you take your time? Did you open yourself up slowly until you couldn’t wait any longer?”
“Yes. I wanted it to last, but it was so hard.” I wondered if I should tell him what else I’d been doing, but my porn habits shouldn’t be up for judgment. “I was watching this video from this guy I follow, Austin Carter—”
“Fuck,” Lane said. “Austin Carter is hot as fuck.”
“Mmm, he is. It was just him and this cute guy on a sofa, but the way Austin edged him then bent him over the back of the sofa to pound him…” I let out a shuddering breath. “It was so fucking hot. And I wanted to last because I love watching Austin come.”
“Did you manage it?” Lane asked, and I heard the desire in his voice as he pushed two fingers into my ass. I groaned and clutched the counter, my fingers scrabbling on the smooth surface.
“Just about… I had to keep stopping. But it was so fucking worth it.”
“I bet you looked so hot when you came,” Lane said. His other hand slid around my hip and reached for my cock. He wrapped his fingers around it but didn’t do anything else. It was delicious and devastating all at once. “Do you still make all those pretty noises?”
“Er, I’m a little…” I felt my face flush even though it was a ridiculous detail to get embarrassed about. “I’m louder. Sometimes… Depends on where I am.”
“Shit, baby, I bet you sound so good.” He sucked on my collarbone, and I gasped.
I was being overloaded with sensations, each one bright and beautiful, and I didn’t know where to focus my attention.
Lane’s fingers pumped slowly in and out of me, and from the way they brushed expertly over my prostate, I knew Lane was trying to drive me wild rather than make me come. For the moment at least.
“If you fuck me, you’ll find out.”
“Is that you begging?” Lane asked. “If it is, you’ll have to do a lot better than that.”
Fuck. What was he doing to me? I’d thought this was just going to be a quick, hard fuck, but Lane was turning it into something much more intense.
“Do you want me to beg?”
“I wouldn’t say no,” Lane said as he began to stroke my cock at the same slow pace he was finger fucking me. It was utterly infuriating, but I didn’t want him to stop. “But I won’t make you. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
“No… I don’t want you to stop. I want more. Please, Lane, I need it. I need you to fuck me,” I said, my words coming out in a rush. “I want you to bend me over this counter and give it to me hard and fast until I can’t stand up.”
“That’s better.” He kissed my neck again. “Good boy.”
I melted. Then I realised there was one question I hadn’t asked. “Do you have a condom?”
“Shit,” Lane said, which gave me my answer. “I might. I’m on PrEP, though, and I get tested regularly. But it’s up to you.”
I thought for a second then said, “I’m okay without one. I’ve been tested recently too, and everything was negative.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.” I twisted my head to find Lane’s mouth, capturing it in another kiss. “I want you, Lane.”