Chapter Nine #2
Lane growled, the sound running straight through me.
I whimpered as his hands withdrew, and I glanced over my shoulder to watch him unbutton his jeans and push them down around his thighs along with his boxers.
It gave me a second to look at his thick, hard cock, and I licked my lips.
I was very tempted to drop to my knees and worship his dick, especially when Lane spat into his palm and stroked it. He noticed me looking and grinned.
“See something you want?”
I snorted. “Does that line ever work? It’s so cheesy.”
“You’d be surprised. Are you saying you don’t want it?”
“No, I’m just saying that line was awful.” Lane rolled his eyes and wrapped his hand around my waist.
“And yet here we are,” he said in that low voice that made my stomach twist with delight, “about to fuck in a kitchen because you were so desperate for me that you didn’t want to climb stairs.”
I opened my mouth to say… something, but the words slipped from my mind as Lane guided my ass backwards and slowly pressed his cock into my waiting hole.
“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turned white. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” Lane stroked my waist as he pushed deep inside me, giving me a moment to breathe and adjust to the stretch. My ass throbbed, but I revelled in the sensation. It had been far too long since I’d had his cock inside me.
“You can move now,” I said.
“Are you ready for me, baby? Do you still want it hard?”
“Please. I need it.”
Lane pressed another sucking kiss to the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, his hand tightening around my waist. “Hold on, baby. This is going to get rough.”
He pulled back and then snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside me.
I cried out in pleasure as Lane began to give me everything I’d wanted, fucking me hard and fast until I couldn’t see anything but stars.
He pulled my ass back onto his dick as he pounded me, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good. Such a tight fucking ass.” The hand gripping my waist was holding on so tightly I thought it might bruise, but it felt good, like he was claiming me in some way. His other hand squeezed my ass cheek, and I groaned in pleasure. “You like that?”
“Yes! More. Give me more.”
“More?” I heard the dark note of amusement in Lane’s voice, and it made my cock throb. “Tell me what you want, Oliver. Tell me all your filthy fantasies.”
There wasn’t going to be time for that, and I wouldn’t be able to manage more than a couple of words.
I’d never have done this on a first fuck with someone else, but this was Lane.
We might be half strangers to each other now, but I still trusted him.
“Spank me. Spank my ass while you fuck me. I want it rough and hard.”
“Mmm, you are a dirty boy,” Lane said, his words thick with desire. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you everything you need.”
I opened my mouth to thank him, but all that came out was a deep moan as Lane’s hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack. “Fuck! Yes! More.” Lane did it again and again as he continued to pound me, overloading my body with a delicious array of sensations.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex this good, and this was just a dirty fuck in a kitchen.
“Push that ass back for me, baby,” Lane said as he pulled me back a little farther.
His hand came down to deliver a final spank before he reached around to grip my aching cock and started to pump it.
I groaned and tried to fuck into his fist, but his grip on my waist was too tight.
I could only take what he gave me, and that realisation sent me soaring.
Heat burned under my skin, running down my spine and setting my nerves on fire.
I felt my orgasm barrelling towards me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Lane,” I cried, tipping my head back to rest on his shoulder and closing my eyes as pleasure overwhelmed me. “Lane, I’m going… Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Good.” Lane jerked my cock faster as he fucked me deep and hard. “Come for me.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and despite the fact I’d already come once that morning, my cock shot ribbons of cum across the cabinets in front of me as intense waves of pleasure swept over me.
Lane growled in satisfaction, his pace quickening and starting to falter before he came with a grunt, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Fuck,” I said as I finally let go of the counter. My knuckles were a little sore, and I knew my ass cheek was probably red, but it was a delicious, blissful sort of ache. The sort I knew I wanted to feel again.
“Shit…” Lane let out a hoarse, breathless laugh. “That was…”
“Yeah…”
Lane pressed a kiss to my shoulder, which felt oddly tender and made something in my chest catch.
It felt different from everything we’d just done, but I couldn’t say why.
Lane pulled out slowly, then gave a low hum of delight.
I felt cum start to leak from my hole, and Lane ran his finger slowly down my spine to the top of my cleft.
“Can I…” His voice trailed off, but his question was clear.
“Yes. Do it.”
Lane groaned, and I twisted my head to look over my shoulder as he sank to his knees on the hard floor, his jeans still around his thighs as his hands reached for my cheeks to slowly pull them apart.
I gasped as his tongue flicked across the overly sensitive skin, and he began to lick and suck his cum out of my hole.
My hands balled into fists by my sides as I fought to focus.
I wanted to sear every detail of this encounter into my memory, even though I already knew I’d never forget it.
It had been the hottest fuck of my life, and I was going to revel in each and every moment forever.
“We taste good,” Lane said, giving my hole one final lick before kissing my reddened ass cheek. “Thanks for indulging me.”
“Yeah, because that was such a hardship for me,” I said. Lane chuckled and stood, pulling his jeans up and rebuttoning them. I reached for my own joggers and slid them back into place, the soft fabric rough against my tender skin. God, I felt so fucking good. Like I was floating.
“I can imagine.” Lane leant forward and kissed me gently. “You should have something to drink and something to eat. Have you still got any biscuits?”
“I now have a whole sponge cake,” I said with a chuckle. “Mabel dropped it round before I came to the pub yesterday as a ‘little something for the weekend’ like she expects me to eat a whole cake myself. Although, I probably will. Unless you want some too?”
“Sure,” Lane said. “But I’ll get it. You relax.”
There wasn’t really anywhere for me to sit except for the hard kitchen chairs, which I didn’t fancy, so I opted for leaning against the counter while Lane fetched me a glass of water, made us both tea, and cut some thick wedges of cake.
The sponge was golden and filled with a rich strawberry jam that was so delicious I’d have eaten it out of a jar with a spoon.
We stood in comfortable silence, but I knew we were going to have to talk about what had just happened between us. We couldn’t leave it because otherwise it was going to fester into something unpleasant. We’d already had one awkward conversation that morning. What was one more?
“So… what do we do now?” I asked, leaving it deliberately open-ended because I had no idea where we should even start. “Is this just a one and done thing or is this a maybe we do it again thing?”
“What do you want?” Lane asked.
I frowned. “No, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t just ask me another question to get out of answering mine. I can’t decide for both of us. I need to know what you want.”
Lane looked out the window and chewed the last of his cake. “I don’t know if I can cope with it being a one-time thing.”
Fireworks exploded in my chest, and I fought to keep my expression neutral, even if I wanted to jump up and down. “Me either. You’re too sexy for me to be satisfied with just one taste.”
Lane chuckled. “And you said I’m cheesy.”
I shrugged. It was easier to be cheesy than honest. Because if I was honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to cope without having Lane again. That one taste had reopened a Pandora’s box of emotions, and I wasn’t ready to examine any of them beyond my desire for him.
“You’re just here for a couple of months, right?” Lane asked. I nodded, immediately latching onto his train of thought.
“Yeah. That could work. We can just do a summer fling thing. Just sex.”
“Lots of sex.” Lane raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Definitely.” I leant over and kissed him, tasting salt and strawberries on his tongue and wondering what the hell I was doing.