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When I enter our cabin, it’s empty. Relief might be the more appropriate feeling, but I’m so disappointed I could cry.
Oh, come on! I give myself a pep-talk to get my emotions under control. If only it were that simple ...
The door behind me flies open and before I can brace myself, a hard wall of muscle launches into me. For a moment, the impact takes my breath away and I lose my balance.
"Shit!" It’s Gabriel’s voice. Then there’s a strange metallic clang I can't place. Strong hands grip my shoulders to stop me from falling, and I see a red metal bottle rolling across the carpet which accounts for the noise.
"Are you okay?" His deep voice is filled with anxiety and the strong hands that held me steady moments ago are now gently stroking my shoulders.
I can’t help but think, Is Gabriel aware of what he’s doing?
I turn my neck to meet Gabriel’s gaze and peer into the worried face of the man I haven’t been able to get out of my head since I came onboard the Fascinata .
"I’m fine," I whisper.
I’m immediately aware of my unintentionally breathy tone. I clear my throat and try to take a step away from the tempting body that I've had to be far too close to for far too long this evening. Unexpectedly, Gabriel’s strong hands prevent me from moving away. The full length of his body is pressed against mine — his front against my back. We’re even closer than we were while dancing.
My gaze finds Gabriel's. Do I see desire in his eyes? His hips move enough for me to feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass. There’s no doubt about it; the feeling is unmistakable. I bite my lower lip to stop myself groaning. That’s a mistake, because if there was desire in Gabriel's gaze before, now there’s a raging fire.
Before either of us can say anything, Gabriel leans forward and his lips find mine. It’s one of the strangest kisses of my life — and yet the best I’ve ever had. The kiss is so passionate that my whole body yearns for more, but the angle is unusual. I’ve never been kissed by someone standing behind me before.
Any other thoughts I may have had disappear when Gabriel’s tongue demands entry into my mouth. He tastes fresh and irresistible. No wonder I've had trouble keeping my hands to myself for the past two days. Clearly, that ends now!
My fingers itch to discover every inch of the sexy body pressed against mine. The position thwarts me, but I’ll work with whatever I can get. My hands edge backwards and slide over Gabriel’s thighs. They don’t stop there. My fingers roam upwards until I reach the butt I’ve tried so desperately to ignore in recent days. I close my fingers firmly around the full globes. Gabriel moans loudly, and his tongue stops its wild dance with mine. He falters.
Shit! I’d completely forgotten the resolution I made only minutes ago. I let go of Gabriel's butt and try to step away from my sexy roommate for the second time. Strong arms stop me again.
I can't go on like this. All this uncertainty is getting on my last nerve. I totally understand his hesitation if he's never been with a man — boy, was I upset when I acknowledged I was gay — but I have to protect myself too. And I can't handle not knowing if he wants me or not.
If he does, how far does he want to go? Am I supposed to be his sexual experiment, or is this kiss all it’s going to be for him?
"What do you want from me?" My question is almost a growl.
Gabriel's pupils widen. If he’s startled by my brusque manner, he doesn't move an inch. If anything, his fingers dig deeper into my biceps.
Gabriel
“What do you want from me?”
Magnus’ question, more of a challenge really, reverberates in my head.
What do I want?
If only I knew!
Actually, it's quite simple. I want Magnus. My body is screaming for him. I’m desperate to discover more of this adorable guy I have pinned in my arms. My head, on the other hand ...
Magnus' expectant gaze softens. Maybe he understands that I can't bring myself to say the words.
"You know what?" he says. "Let's play a little game. Anything you do to me, I'll do to you unless you say otherwise. You kissed me, so I’ll kiss you, okay?"
I nod and he pulls himself out of my vise-like grip to spin around. It reminds me of the pirouette we learned in tango class today. Then I’m forced to take a step backwards when a good thirteen-stone-worth of man lands on me. Now, there’s not an inch of space between us — we’re touching head to toe, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to co...
Before I can finish the thought, before I can work out how I feel about having a stiff cock pressed against mine, before I can even catch my breath, Magnus' lips are on mine.
And it’s perfect!
His tongue pushes into my mouth and I open it willingly. I relish this whole new kissing experience — the hard body against mine couldn’t belong to anyone other than a guy. The same alluring guy my sister decided would be my perfect traveling companion.
The room echoes to the sound of our deep moans. Is it coming from his mouth or mine? I can't tell. It doesn't matter anyway. I just want more of this wonderful man in my arms. Although now I realize I’m in his arms because we seem to have switched roles at some point, his hands are now gripping my upper arms, his fingers digging into my willing flesh demandingly.
Anything you do to me, I’ll do to you. Magnus' words echo in my consciousness.
Two can play that game .
My hands wander over his thighs until they rest on his lovely rear end. I couldn't help checking out this particular body part over the last few days. What’s the point of all those dance hall mirrors otherwise?
For a moment, my hands lie flat, but then I grab and knead his rounded butt excitedly. And I’m not careful about it. Magnus doesn't seem to mind. And when his lips jerk away from mine and he throws his head back, a groan ripping its way from my throat, I couldn’t get a clearer message. My already rock-hard cock twitches.
When his head snaps forward again, his eyes are glazed and his normally perfectly styled hair is disheveled. His permanently glossy lips are now red and moist, and I reach for them, wanting more.
And I get more. More than I expected. Without removing his lips from mine, Magnus jumps up and wraps his legs around my hips. My gasp of surprise is swallowed by Magnus' mouth.
This whole thing is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. There’s a sweet load in my arms, a stiff cock pressed even harder into mine, and a tongue that’s challenging mine to a dance. It's so good!
My head is spinning but my body is intent on blending with Magnus’. I’m surrounded, enveloped, absorbed by him. My senses are going crazy, yet I still want more.
Magnus
I only notice that Gabriel has maneuvered us through our cramped cabin when he bounces us down onto his bed. So now I’m sitting on his lap, which gives me even better access to his mouth.
Of course, I take full advantage of this, dipping my tongue again and again into Gabriel's hot mouth, only pulling back to let his eager tongue do its thing, before pushing mine back in for more. I could go on like this for hours if ... if Gabriel's hands weren’t doing what they’re doing.
His grip on my butt is firm and he’s kneading my cheeks like dough, but then he gets a little bolder and eases them apart. The thin material of my shorts offers him hardly any resistance, and I groan loudly.
My mouth tears itself away from Gabriel's full lips, and when I open my eyes, I see him staring back into mine. His pupils are so dilated they almost completely cover the beautiful chocolate brown of his irises.
Although his excitement is evident, he asks shyly, "Am I doing this right?"
That brings me back down to earth.
"You've never been with a man before." Although it was meant as a kind of question, or rather a confirmation of my assumption, it sounds like a statement.
Gabriel bites his full lower lip, and it costs me everything I have not to bend forward and take his lip between my teeth and nibble it.
Concentrate, Magnus! I mentally yell.
My mind whirls with what I should say next, but Gabriel beats me to it.
"Is that a problem?" This time, it's clearly a question, although Gabriel’s tone suggests it’s more of a challenge, more … flirtation — and that seems to be our vibe so far.
I try to suppress a grin and put on a nonchalant expression. "Not for me ..."
The three words hover between us for a moment.
"You asshole!" Gabriel eventually says after his bark of laughter, and then his fingers claw even harder into my rear as if he wants to emphasize his point.
I moan my pleasure into his Gabriel’s ear and press my butt a little more into his hands. If he thought he could scare me off, then he’s chosen the wrong guy. I love it when sex is a little rough. I love to feel where my partner’s been even after the event. Gabriel seems to sense this, because he tightens his grip a little more — edging pain.
I'm in seventh heaven, and squirming on his lap means I get the added bonus of our cocks rubbing against each other briskly. It won’t take much more before I’m coming in my pants like a teenager
"What do you want now?" Gabriel hisses out between clenched teeth. I guess I'm not the only one struggling to contain an orgasm.
An idea flashes through my mind, and I grin a challenge.
"Anything you do to me, I’ll do to you," I repeat. Let's see how adventurous this formerly heterosexual hockey player is in bed.
Gabriel hesitates and my heart sinks. Will he need an A-to-Z guide to get through his first sexual experience with a man? Or is he the kind of guy who’ll take a blowjob and then need reassurance that it's perfectly normal for hetero men to get blown by their mates?
Neither works for me. I’m happy to be a little vacay experiment for Gabriel, but I’m not prepared to put in all the work.
Maybe that makes me an asshole. Maybe I should be more understanding. If he really had no clue he could be into men, this might be overwhelming for him, and a little support from someone who has been through it all himself wouldn’t go amiss. But right now, I'm so horny all I want to do is come. It’s totally screwing my thinking.
But Gabriel surprises me. "I’m frightened of hurting you," he says softly.
That's his problem? "Your ears work, don't they?"
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind.
"Then if I say stop, you’ll be able to hear me," I clarify.
Gabriel looks at me, then nods his understanding.
"Do your worst!" I challenge.
And the lust that flashes in his eyes makes me think those might be his favorite words.