Chapter 3 #2
“You don’t know what you like yet,” he determined.
“Right.”
“That’s okay,” he said, and it really did sound like it was completely and totally okay with him. He wasn’t making fun of me, like I’d always feared would happen when I inevitably found myself in this moment. “Why don’t we just…”
He leaned in, his fingers sliding up from my shoulders to cup my jaw, pressing his mouth to mine. Hot, fragrant steam floated up around us as our lips moved together. It felt really good, just absorbing each other like that, until we had to move apart to breathe.
“I like that,” I said quietly. “I can definitely confirm that now.”
He grinned, chuckling a little before grabbing up my bar of soap from the little dish on the wire rack.
He maneuvered it between his palms a bit so it lathered up with foam.
A type of pride I’d never felt before trickled through me as I noted he was hard now too, his dick perked up to bounce lightly against his perfect abdomen when he moved.
“That’s good to know. How far did you get in the shower checklist before I so rudely interrupted?”
“I didn’t think it was rude,” I said, suppressing a shiver as he pressed his hands to my chest, slipping them around to spread suds on me.
“That’s really good,” I breathed out, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers teased little circles on me that kept drifting lower and lower. “Can I… touch you?”
“Of course.”
“And your hair?” I asked. It was becoming a little difficult to form full, eloquent sentences.
“What about it?”
“Can I touch it?”
“You can wash it, if you want,” he offered, his eyes sparkling with a kind of gentle amusement.
“And I can kiss you?”
“Whenever you want. Wherever you want,” he added, and I nearly groaned. It felt like I’d been given the keys to the universe.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion, every touch magnified. My cock was pulsing, my balls aching, but the urgent need to finish was eclipsed by how lovely and perfect everything felt.
His hair was softer than silk as I rubbed shampoo into it, which surprised me. I’d heard dyeing your hair could make it dry and damaged, but whatever he was using must have been pretty good.
“I really love this,” I said, teasing his bellybutton piercing with my fingertips. I wanted to lick it, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to ask for that. “It’s so hot.”
“I have another one,” he informed me, with this really sexy, naughty edge to his voice.
“Your nose, you mean?”
“No.”
At his response, my gaze dipped back down to his dick to make sure I hadn’t somehow missed something that should have been obvious. But as far as I could tell, it was unadorned.
I looked at him questioningly, and he laughed a little, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it.”
We spent a lot more time kissing and sudsing each other up, for so long that the water started to go cold.
“I think we’re sufficiently clean,” he pointed out as I moved to cut off the water.
A tingle of nerves bloomed in my stomach as I wondered what would happen now.
“Do you want to dry off and go lie down? We could… cuddle?” he suggested, and grateful relief flooded through me.
It was like he knew I needed to be guided through everything because I had no clue what to do or suggest.
“Yeah. My bed is pretty nice,” I said, even though it didn’t seem like I needed to entice him to get into it or anything.
We toweled off in record time, and I led him down the hall to my bedroom. Tumbling down onto my mattress, I tried not to hump his leg like a desperate dog while my tongue stroked over his.
“You’re a good kisser,” he purred, cruising his mouth over my jaw and down to my neck.
“Thanks. So are you.”
“And you’ve been so patient and well-behaved.”
“Oh.” Patient and well-behaved were practically my middle names, but I didn’t think it was time to vocalize anything else.
“Can I tell you a secret, Miles?”
“Yes.” The way his warm breath was tickling my neck made me want to pant and beg. Precum had been dripping out onto my stomach for a while.
“I really, really want to suck your dick.”
“I’m pretty sure I can safely say that’ll make it onto the list of things I like.”
He laughed. “And you’ll get to see my other piercing.” I didn’t have a clue what he could mean by that, unless it was on the top of his head, but I only nodded eagerly. “Lie down,” he commanded.
I settled onto my back, supporting myself on my elbows so I could watch him.
I expected him to move between my legs, but to my surprise, he turned away from me, hitching himself up to straddle my chest, his smooth thighs on either side of my body.
He was beautiful, even from this angle, with a perky ass and tight, smooth balls.
And in the little spot between them, two tiny metallic studs twinkled in the low light of my bedroom.
“Whoa,” I breathed out. I hadn’t even known I was into piercings until I’d met Meadow. “That’s really…”
“You like it?”
“Yes, definitely.” My heartbeat had sped up and my pulse was stuttering.
“You seem easy to please, Miles,” he observed, a teasing note evident in his voice.
He braced himself on my hips, slinking his body down a bit so he was closer to my dick and my face was closer to his ass. He let out a small whimper as his hard dick rubbed against my chest, and I could feel how slick the head was. He was seriously that turned on by me?
“I think it might just be you,” I admitted, then groaned when he gripped the base of my cock, holding it steady while he licked a long line up my shaft.
I didn’t have experience, but even I could tell that he was incredible. The way he alternated between teasing me with his tongue and taking me deep into his mouth so my head was grinding against the back of his throat felt otherworldly.
Instincts that I didn’t even know I had washed over me, and I reached up to grip his perfect, round cheeks, pulling him apart with my thumbs so I could see more of his pretty, pink hole.
He purred out his approval, the vibrations coursing down my dick, into my balls, where I was still throbbing and aching.
I wanted more of those sounds. I needed to make him feel like he was making me feel.
Holding him so tight I worried my fingers might leave bruises on his soft flesh, I licked him, trying to tease him like he’d done to me.
His hips rolled, his hole clenching and fluttering against my tongue.
The noise he let out thrilled me, pumping pleasure through my whole body.
I pushed my tongue inside him over and over, making him slick with my spit, moaning against him when the warm suction on my dick intensified.
An idea I couldn’t resist sparked to life in my brain, and I pulled back from him a bit, circling his tight rim with my fingers, before gently pushing two inside, my mouth gliding down to that sexy piercing.
I flicked my tongue over it, kissing and sucking while I breached his tight entrance.
I knew as soon as I brushed over his prostate.
His whole body jerked, all his muscles clenching in this delicious way, like he was rewarding me.
I hooked my fingers, stroking that spot over and over as I laved him with my tongue.
He moaned, letting my cock drop from his mouth for a brief second. “Oh, Miles. That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” He’d barely finished his sentence before he’d taken me back in again, like he was starving for me.
He’d sounded frantic and unraveled, and I marveled at the fact that I’d managed to do that to someone like him.
My orgasm was rushing at me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I didn’t even have time to warn him. Squeezing my eyes closed, I groaned, pumping out hot pulses of my cum over the back of his tongue.
The feeling of his throat constricting around my head as he swallowed was so hot, it dragged the pleasure on and on until I thought I would lose my mind, but I kept licking and fingering him like I was a machine.
He moaned, rolling his hips on me, and I felt ribbons of his cum streak onto my stomach. I’d watched porn, but I’d never heard anyone make such incredible noises. He was like a fantasy I hadn’t even known I’d wanted.
Eventually he went limp, slumping down onto me. After we spent a few moments catching our breath, he heaved himself off me and snuggled up to my side.
“You sure you’re all new to this, Miles?” he asked softly. The way he could sound so sweet and so naughty at the same time drove me crazy.
“Totally sure.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Beginner’s luck,” I insisted, and he laughed, nuzzling my shoulder for a moment before rising to his feet.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” he informed me before slinking out of the room. I watched him go, still mesmerized by his cute ass, even though I’d just spent a while exploring it.
After a few minutes, I followed, giving him the spare toothbrush I kept in the medicine cabinet. Once we’d finished our quick bedtime hygiene rituals, he hovered in the hallway, a bit awkwardly.
“Should I…?” He gestured into the living room, where the couch was.
“Oh! Um… well, it’s more comfortable in here, but if you’d rather…”
“No,” he said simply, sailing past me, back into my bedroom. Well, that took care of that.
When we got back in, Sammy was in her spot at the foot of my bed. She eyed Meadow carefully and a bit suspiciously but seemed to decide he was alright. At least she didn’t hiss at him again.
“I can lend you something to sleep in,” I offered as I pulled a pair of boxers out of my top drawer and slipped them up my legs.
“I prefer sleeping without, if that’s alright with you.”
“Fine with me,” I said honestly. How had I woken up this morning as a total virgin who couldn’t even get a date, and now I had a smoking hot guy, who I’d actually fooled around with, getting ready to sleep naked in my bed?
“Hey, it never snowed,” I observed from the window, frowning a bit as I let my curtain fall back into place. I’d been looking forward to it.
“Tomorrow, I’m sure,” he said, then patted the comforter next to him. “Are you going to keep me warm tonight?”
“I can do that,” I promised, slipping in next to him. After all, that had kind of been the whole reason I’d brought him home with me.
I slept hard and barely stirred the whole night.