Chapter 27 #2
Me neither. I rip off my clothes in record time. I must look as flustered as a teen virgin, but, at this point, I don’t care. My dick is telling me to get a move on and he’s in the driver’s seat.
Thoughts of Huxley fingering himself or using a dildo have me breaking out in a sweat. That’s something I need to see one day, and one day soon.
Once naked, I lower myself over Huxley’s back, kissing his neck and shoulders as I slide my hard cock against the crack of his ass.
“Oli, you tease. Come on, I need your dick.”
“Kiss me first,” I say, rolling onto my back then pulling Huxley on top. The kiss is dirty and needy, wet and deep, and I slide my fingers down the crease of Huxley’s ass to feel his hole.
He pulls away too soon, flushed and short of breath. “Condom and lube are on the bedside table.”
I grab the items, placing them beside us on the bed. “You don’t want me to suck your dick first?” I ask, worried this is moving too fast.
“No, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. And we have all night and tomorrow to do other stuff.”
I connect our lips, a slow and sensual kiss this time.
Huxley moves to his hands and knees on the bed, and I roll the condom on, positioning myself behind him. After adding a generous amount of lube to my cock, I add more to my fingers and around Huxley’s rim. Slipping two fingers in, I rotate my hand and stroke over his prostate.
The moans that pour from his mouth are wild, and pride sparks at finding the spot so quickly. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes, want you to fill me up.”
Huxley’s got a dirty mouth on him, and I love it. I line up, cockhead rubbing over his hole.
But then I hesitate. Because never again will I experience what it feels like to slide inside Huxley for the first time.
Doing it like this doesn’t feel quite right. “Hux, I want to look at you. I wanna see your face.”
He instantly turns and lays down on his back, his eyes full of affection. How is this man so fucking beautiful?
“I don’t deserve you, Oli.”
It almost breaks my heart that Huxley doesn’t realise he deserves the whole God damned world. He deserves to be treated with nothing but love and care, praise and admiration. “I think it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”
I run my hands up his thighs, eyes taking in his hard cock straining beneath the fabric. “I love the jockstrap,” I tell him, “But I want to see all of you. I want to see how hard and wet you are for me.”
“Fuck,” Huxley murmurs.
I slide the jockstrap down and toss it aside.
After a few languid strokes of Huxley's cock, I suck and lick the head, teasing him. The pre-cum is sweet and salty on my tongue, and I moan at the pleasure of it.
When I sit back up, Huxley’s eyes are locked on mine, full of fire and desire.
Lining up my cock again, I slowly push against his entrance.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but there’s resistance at first, until I slip past the ring of muscle.
Then my cock sinks further in, the tight heat stealing my breath.
Huxley moans and curses like he’s gone to heaven, and I hold still, fully sheathed, willing myself not to come. “Oh angel, you feel so good.” I close my eyes, trying to find some self-control.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking big, Oli,” Huxley says, his breath shuddering.
My eyes dart open. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, it feels amazing. You can move. I want you to fuck me.”
I take a deep breath and start listing countries in my head. There’s no way I want this to be over in two minutes. I want this to be perfect for Huxley.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me. “If you come too quick, we can always go again. It’s kinda hot that I have this effect on you.” Huxley smiles, eyes sparkling.
“You definitely have some kind of effect on me,” I say, sliding almost all the way out, then thrusting back in. My eyes drop to where we’re connected, Huxley’s hole gripping around my girth. It’s mesmerising.
Slowly, I pick up speed, noticing how his hole relaxes and my strokes becomes smoother. Once I’m in a rhythm, I lower myself over Huxley and cover his mouth with mine, needing the intimacy, the closeness.
He pulls his knees back, opening himself up more, and I groan at how good it feels to be so deep inside him.
I’m lost in the pleasure of it: his warmth, his sweet scent, his fingers digging into the muscles of my back.
When I get too close again, I stop thrusting, taking a moment to gaze into Huxley’s eyes and brush the curls off his forehead.
“Do you want to try some other positions?” he asks.
“Oh God, am I being boring?”
Huxley giggles. “No, I love this, especially being able to kiss you. But since it’s your first time with a man, I thought you might like to experiment.”
“Okay, do you wanna turn over?” I ask, slowly pulling out then instantly wanting to be back inside him.
We rearrange our bodies and Huxley positions himself on his hands and knees. I push back in, grabbing tightly onto his hips. The view is spectacular from this position; pretty ass and a long, elegant back, skin shimmering with sweat. “Angel, it’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Yeah? You like that?” Huxley looks over his shoulder at me, eyes dark and lustful. “Stay still for a minute.”
It’s hard not to thrust, but I remain still as Huxley begins to fuck himself back on my cock. “Oh fuck.” I moan at the sight. “You keep that up for long and I’m gonna come.”
“You feel so good, Oli.”
Huxley lowers his head down to the mattress and I resume thrusting to the sounds of his moans and gasps.
As we tire, we end up on our sides, spooning, with Huxley’s leg bent up. I love this position because I can kiss him while also jerking him in time with my thrusts. It feels intimate and loving, and everything I want sex between us to be.
“Hux, are you close? Don’t think I can last much longer.”
“So close. Just a little more.”
I try adjusting my angle to get better contact with Huxley’s prostate and thrust harder and faster.
“Fuck fuck fuck! Right there, Oli. Oh my God. Fuck me.”
Huxley spills over my hand, as his lips meet mine. He groans into my mouth, panting, hand tugging at my hair. It’s all I need to let go too, releasing deep inside of him as his muscles contract around my cock, milking every last drop.
It’s the best orgasm of my life, leaving me breathless and faint. I stay inside Huxley for the longest time, kissing him slowly, tenderly, our tongues meeting again and again. His little satisfied whimpers make my chest ache, a warmth glowing from within.
He eventually pulls away, smiling up at me. “That was like, wow. You’ve got all the moves, Mr. Turner.”
“You’re not teasing me, are you?” I ask. Reluctantly, I pull out, but gather Huxley in my arms, holding him as tightly as I can. We are a mess of cum and sweat, and I need to get the condom off, but it can wait a few more minutes.
Huxley caresses my jaw, his eyes soft but serious. “I loved every minute of it. How do you feel?”
“I loved it, too. It was everything I hoped it would be. But you’ll have to teach me all the best gay positions.”
Huxley snorts a laugh. “They’re pretty much the same as all the straight positions.”
“Now you’re teasing.”
“Yes, now I’m teasing. Should we get cleaned up and organise something for dinner?”
“How about a few more minutes of cuddling first?”
Later, we order pizza. We don’t bother getting dressed after showering together.
Instead, we eat naked, wrapped in a blanket on Huxley’s couch.
Cazaly and Louis sleep together at our feet, uninterested in how many times we make out while binge watching Interview with the Vampire.
The evening is so perfect that not once does a single problem cross my mind.