Chapter Nineteen #2
“Remember, we can stop whenever you want. It’s all in your hands. And I promise, I won’t judge you or hold it against you.”
He nodded and kissed me again, running his fingers through my hair. “What if I want you to keep going?”
“Then tell me that too. You don’t have to be quiet, sweetheart. I want to hear everything.”
I kissed his mouth again before I slowly began to work my way down his body, taking my time to explore every inch.
I kissed and licked and sucked his skin, cataloguing every soft moan, sweet gasp, and broken word.
His thighs spread around me as I slid down him, his cock digging into my skin and smearing me with precum.
“Alfie!” My name had never sounded more perfect than it did when Jonathan cried it out as I slowly ran my tongue across the head of his cock. Another desperate moan followed as I wrapped my lips around him, taking his shaft deeper into my mouth.
I gave him a moment to adjust before I began to bob my head, saliva dripping down his silken skin. It wasn’t the best blow job I’d ever given—truth be told I was out of practice—but I wasn’t aiming for perfection. I was aiming for enjoyment.
Jonathan’s thighs trembled on either side of my head as I sucked him, my fingers teasing his balls and running down his taint to brush over his hole.
He cried out, hips jerking and cock fucking deep into my mouth, almost making me gag.
“Oh fuck! More. Please, Alfie, more! I have to feel you inside me.”
The lube was still beside his thigh, and it wasn’t too difficult to pop it open although I was pretty sure more went on the sheets than my fingers. Not that it mattered, I could wash it out.
“Breathe for me,” I said, gently popping off his cock as I pressed a slick finger to his pucker. My eyes were fixed on his face as I slowly pushed into the tight heat of his arse. “That’s it. You’re doing so well for me. Does it feel okay?”
He nodded. “Feels good. A little strange but… mmm, I like it.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes! I mean… if you don’t mind?”
“Of course not.” I licked the head of his cock again as I pushed more of my finger inside him before starting to pump it in and out.
“I-I… I don’t want to demand,” he said with a groan, his hips jerking again like he wasn’t sure what sensation to chase.
“I want you to. Being demanding looks good on you.”
“Then, I want more. I want to come on your fingers.”
“Anything for you.”
If he was going to say anything else, it was lost in the breathless moan that ripped from his throat as I took his cock deep into my mouth.
Time lost all meaning as I began to fuck him with my fingers, steadily working him up to taking two while gently sucking his cock. I didn’t want to overstimulate him, but I also didn’t want him to come until I had two fingers stretching him open and teasing his prostate with every thrust.
My own cock was achingly hard and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against the bed. But Jonathan had said he wanted me to come, so I was only doing what he’d requested.
“Alfie, please! I need… fuck, I need to come,” Jonathan said, his beautiful voice wrecked and desperate.
“You can come whenever you want,” I said, releasing his cock for a second to spit the words out. “Come in my mouth, I want to taste you.”
I pumped my fingers harder, angling them to rub over his sweet spot, as I swallowed him down again until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, the scent of him filling my senses. My hips thrust down against the mattress, heat rushing down my spine as my own orgasm barrelled towards me.
Jonathan groaned, his body tensing and channel tightening around my fingers as his cock pulsed on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his cum. He was so deep inside me that it was easy to swallow, and he moaned sweetly when he realised what I’d done.
I was so close but I needed him to see me come, needed him to know what he’d done to me.
My fingers slipped from his arse as I hauled myself up, my hand reaching for my cock. “I… I’m so close, Jonathan. Can… Can…”
“Come on me,” he said, spreading his legs as he smiled up at me, his expression one of pure bliss. “I know you love seeing me covered in your cum.”
I gasped as my cock jumped in my hand, my release painting his softening cock and dripping down onto his hole. The intensity of the pleasure was enough to make spots dance in my vision, and I had to catch myself before I collapsed on top of him.
Jonathan smiled softly, beckoning me to lie down beside him. “Thank you. That was perfect,” he said, kissing me sweetly.
“Good… good…” My head was still spinning and I let out a breathless chuckle. “Sorry, I’ll catch up in a second.”
“Don’t rush, we don’t have anywhere to be.” He buried himself into my side, carefully angling his body to avoid getting cum on me. I put my hand down and pulled him close. I’d need to shower anyway, so what did it matter if I got a bit sticky?
Outside, I could vaguely hear rain drumming on the window, the sound so soothing it almost lulled me to sleep.
“I know you’re busy,” Jonathan said softly, his finger tracing patterns across my chest. “But do you think we could do this more often? Maybe on Tuesday evenings and Fridays. Or Saturdays.”
“Do you mean meeting up or having sex?”
“I mean, I do like having sex with you. But it can just be to meet up, maybe have dinner.”
“I’d like that. And I promise, I’ll be better.
I shouldn’t let work ruin what we have.” I’d said it for me as much as for him.
Because at the end of the day, work was just work and I couldn’t let it rule my life.
And, if I wanted Jonathan to still be here at the end of the summer, I had to put the effort in.
“You won’t,” he said. There was a long pause, then he added. “I’m not always the best at maintaining connections with people, and sometimes… if I don’t see people for a while they get upset with me because I think nothing has changed, but they feel like I’ve forgotten about them.”
“Trust me, if we don’t see each other, I won’t blame you. I promise. Besides, we can keep messaging. And if we miss a day here or there, it will be okay.”
“Will it?”
“Yes, and if we miss too many days, well, we both know where the other lives and works so we can’t really hide.”
He chuckled. “That’s true. Sorry, this was probably a weird time to bring it up. I don’t know much about post-sex conversation etiquette. It just popped into my mind and I wanted to say it before I forgot.”
“You’re absolutely fine,” I said, kissing the top of his head. “Now’s the best time, anyway. Neither of us can run away and we need a little recovery time before we get distracted again.”
“Mmm, again. I like that idea.” He tilted his face up and grinned wickedly. It was an expression I’d never seen on his face and fuck, if I hadn’t been lying down, I’d have collapsed. “I recently discovered I very much enjoy sucking your cock and I want to do it again.”
I groaned and pulled him up into a kiss, rolling us over until my body blanketed his, ready to lose myself in his touch for the rest of the evening.