Chapter 39
Poznań
Hayes
I’m not going to let him go. Not this time.
I keep my hand on his smooth, flat stomach with my head between his thighs.
Even though my insides are trembling, there is also a part of me that is solid, secure, stable.
I want him to know that he can trust me.
I want him to feel how much I want this. How much I want him.
Brady squirms under my hand and then I spread my fingers wide so that I’m almost covering him across his small waist. It makes me feel powerful and in control but also giddy to know I’m giving him pleasure. He makes contradictory feelings bubble inside me and I can finally admit how much I like it.
I can’t wait any longer. I plunge my mouth all the way down on his dick and he lets out a sound that is somewhere between a squeal and a moan.
I immediately want to hear it again so I repeat what I just did and I’m rewarded.
I keep going up and down on him, letting the head of his cock move between my lips to the back of throat.
The sound he is making morphs into something more intense and higher pitched at times and deeply guttural at others but the best part is that in between fits of euphoric pleasure he mutters my name. “Hayes. Hayes.”
Hearing it right now from his lips makes me even hornier.
I grab my own dick and start stroking it with the same intensity I’m sucking his.
I’m getting him close. I can feel his dick throbbing.
I know I can do it all with just my mouth.
I want to show him I can, but he starts to move.
He begins to sit up. I can tell he’s torn between wanting me to keep going and whatever he wants to happen next.
Fine, let him be the greedy one for now.
I haven’t had my fill, but I’m more turned on by seeing what he wants.
He slides himself over to the side of the bed and then takes my hand to pull me up until I am standing next to the bed above him.
He turns his face to the side and then looks up at me.
He puts his arms around my thighs and pulls me closer to him.
I want to be close to him in this way. I want to get back to where we were.
This isn’t the drunken night of passion we had in Barcelona.
As fun as that was it was more about sex and getting off and muscle memory.
Of course, I wanted him then, but how I feel right now is so much more.
He licks his lips and I know he can’t wait any longer so I give him what he wants.
I feel his mouth wrap around me. The soft wetness of his tongue, the way my dick is almost too big for him or maybe it is too big but that only makes him want it more.
I try to be gentle, to not thrust too hard or press too deep.
But he can tell I’m holding back. He moves his arms around my butt and pulls me in closer.
“Hayes, I need you,” he says with his mouth full of me, his lips barely able to make out the words with my cock inside him but I understand perfectly.
If that is what he wants, that’s what he will get.
I start slowly. I can keep part of my dick in his mouth and still wrap my hand around it closer to the base.
This gives me better control and lets me find the warm, dark parts of his mouth that I want to explore.
I look down at him with his eyes closed and he’s loving every second of it as much as I am.
I let my dick fall in and out of his mouth so his whole face is covered with me and he’s smiling up at me through all of it.
But then I want my turn again. I gently move him toward the center of the bed and while trying to keep my dick in his mouth I lie down next to him.
It’s a challenging move that requires muscles that are seldom used and a high degree of balance but my efforts are rewarded when I wind up facing him with my head in front of his groin so I can go back to being greedy myself.
As soon as my mouth is on him it’s clear that we are both getting and receiving exactly what we want.
Now I’m the one squirming, feeling him on me as I open my mouth to take more of him in me.
We are both moaning enough to let the other know this is exactly what we want.
“Brady, yes, yes!” I say without taking him out of my mouth.
I want him to know how much I am into him and how close I feel to him in this moment, but I can’t seem to find the words since the physical sensation of pleasure is so overwhelming.
I feel his hand down by his balls and then creeping over to his ass. I keep sucking, but I know he has his hands are down there for a reason, and as much as I’m enjoying having him in my mouth, I want to be inside him completely.
I take my mouth off of him and start kissing every inch of his thighs before moving down to his ass where I make sure I stay long enough that I’ll be able to enter him without too much resistance.
I let my tongue replace what his fingers are doing.
I use my mouth to prepare his ass for my dick; I’m not leaving until I’m sure entering him will be as pleasurable for him as it is for me.
I pull my dick away from his mouth and I see his neck stretch to get a few more seconds on it so I let him.
I’m not going to deny him anything tonight.
Finally, I crawl up to the top of the bed so we are lying facing each other.
I suck on my fingers, making sure they are as wet as possible, and kiss his face as my hand finds its way to his ass.
Our mouths are opening and closing with the same rhythm that I’m using to gently open his ass.
“Are you ready?” I ask without moving my mouth off of his.
He nods his head and keeps his tongue flicking mine until he turns on his side with my arms holding him tightly.
We don’t need to talk for what happens next.
I kiss the back of his neck. I use my nose to push his sweet-smelling hair out of the way so he can feel my lips all over him.
I look down to take in the sight of his incredible ass, round and perfect.
I take one hand and lower it down to help guide me in but I know my dick remembers exactly how to be inside Brady, where he is most tender, which angle will welcome me inside most easily and with the greatest amount of pleasure.
My hips slowly thrust forward with the head of my dick in the perfect position but still I want to make sure. I put my mouth on his earlobe, take a playful nibble and ask, “Is this okay? Does this feel right?”
“Yes, Hayes. Yes,” he says, his breathing heavy and accelerated.
I don’t need my hands anymore. I push forward slowly, holding him tighter in my arms with every movement. He’s breathing deeply and moaning. I know he is enjoying this as much as I am.
I’m back inside him. Finally.
My dick is deep in him again and my entire body wraps itself around Brady while my groin tries to make him feel as incredible as I do in this moment.
I keep fucking him, grinding myself into him so hard that I feel like my body might collapse into his so we can be one horny lump of muscle and sweat.
I worry about going too hard but I see the smile on his face in the mirror on the wall and the sounds coming out him tell me I’m doing it exactly how he wants it.
I reach around to his beautiful dick. I can’t see it because I am too focused on looking at his perfect smooth ass, but I’m able to wrap my hand around it and jerk him off. I spit on my hand and pump him while I keep my dick inside him jerking with the same exact tempo.
“I’m. So. Close.” He lets out each word in between a series of grunts. I can feel his dick is about ready to explode so I thrust hard enough to get me there at the same time, just as I’m at the point where I am so deep in him that I can’t hold it any longer.
Brady screams out in pleasure and I can feel his sticky load cover my fingers.
The sensation makes it impossible to hold back any longer and I shoot inside him, making him let out a long, throaty moan.
“Brady. Brady. Brady,” I keep saying. The sudden sensation of release starts in my dick and then sweeps through my entire body reaching the tips of my fingers and toes.
The flood of dopamine causes my muscles to soften and my breathing becomes less intense more fluid.
But I don’t lose my connection to Brady.
I give him a chance to recover before turning him back toward me so I can kiss him gently, sweetly.
He kisses me back and it makes me feel warm and satisfied.
We keep kissing, and exploring each other’s body with simple caresses that are more about comfort and ease than racing toward an orgasm.
I go down his neck a bit until returning to his lips.
I let out a big relaxing sigh. “That was incredible, Brady.” I put my arm around him.
“I might need to stay in Poland another night just to recover,” he says with an exhale of air.
I watch his stomach rise and fall with each breath.
He’s naked next to me and even though we just had amazing sex I can’t get enough of his body.
I push my hand under his ass. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” I say.
“But I think we can find a way to repeat all of this in Capri. I mean, it’s not Poznań, but from what I understand it has its own charm. ”
“As long as you don’t totally shut down and give me the cold shoulder tomorrow morning,” Brady says.
I handled things badly in Barcelona. I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping it out of my head, but now that he’s confronting me with it, I have to deal with it.
I would never hurt him. I never could. There is no choice anymore.
I want to keep him safe and protect him.
Make him feel like I did tonight at all times.
“Brady, I’m sorry about Barcelona. I was overwhelmed by the situation and I didn’t really know how I felt.”
“But you do now?” he asks, turning his head toward me, his eyes open and vulnerable.
“Yes, Brady. I want you. I know that. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it earlier. I’m sorry I let so much time go by without letting you know. And so much time away from you. I don’t want to be away from you again. I want to find a way to make it work for both of us. If that’s what you want?”
“Yes, that’s what I want, Hayes.” I think I might see a small tear in the corner of his eye.
I put my lips to it and kiss it away before it can fall.
Then my mouth moves over the rest of his face, kissing him slowly at first, but I can’t keep my tongue off his lips or out of his mouth.
This connection we feel tonight with the promise of tomorrow in the air is powerful.
I move my face in front of his and kiss him so he knows exactly how I feel.
In this moment, there is no distance between us.