Chapter 29 #2
Soon, Huxley is kissing his way down my body, then teasing my cock with kitten licks. My hips lift off the bed when he finally takes me all the way to the root, no gag reflex.
It’s impressive, to say the least.
After a few minutes, I stop Huxley before it’s all over. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” I ask. There’s something I’ve been fantasising about for weeks, and I’m feeling confident enough to try it now.
Huxley quickly moves into position, and I kneel behind.
Nerves hit as I’m faced with fear of doing it wrong.
But I’m ridiculously turned on, almost drooling at the sight before me.
I begin by sinking my hands into the flesh of Huxley’s ass, squeezing and kneading.
Then, with a pounding heart, I lavish kisses to both cheeks, edging closer and closer.
My first lick is slow and tentative, all the way from his taint to his sweet hole.
A deep and needy moan from Huxley spurs me on, so I do it again, with more pressure this time.
“Feels so good, Oli.”
Huxley smells clean and citrusy from the bath, his skin smooth like silk. It’s as sexy as I imagined and I know I’m going to feast on his ass every chance I get.
Gaining confidence, I start to experiment—circling the rim with the tip, then licking with my tongue flat. I dribble saliva over his hole, getting him nice and wet. Wanting more, I grab Huxley’s cheeks and spread him wider, dipping my tongue inside.
“Oh fuck, Oli. Yes, more. Please, babe.”
My cock twitches at the term of endearment and I moan long and low as I continue to eat him out. My dick is crying out for attention and leaking pre-cum, but I resist the urge to touch myself. Instead, I stroke Huxley’s dick, pride washing over me as he greedily pushes his ass back onto my tongue.
“Oli, stop, or I’m gonna come just from this.”
Reluctantly I stop, giving Huxley’s ass a slap for good measure. “Was it okay?”
He climbs into my lap, arms sliding around my neck. “I nearly came from you rimming me. What do you think?” His smile is euphoric, his cheeks a beautiful shade of rose. “But did you enjoy it?” he asks.
“I’ve been wanting to try it, and I loved it. How is your hole so fucking pretty?”
Huxley giggles. “Glad you like it. Now, on your back, babe.” Huxley hops off my lap and reaches over to grab a condom and the lube off the bedside table. As I lay down, a strange whine has us both freezing.
Across the room, Cazaly and Louis are sitting side by side, staring at us, both heads cocked to one side like they’re twins.
We turn to look at each other, immediately bursting into laughter, bodies doubling over at the hilarity of the situation. “Have they just been staring at us this whole time?” I ask when I finally catch my breath and can get the words out.
Huxley wipes away his tears. “Do you think they’re getting ideas?”
“Oh lord! Should we kick them out?”
“Yes!” Huxley hops off the bed and shoos the dogs out, closing the door behind them.
It takes us a good five minutes of kissing to get back into the moment before Huxley reaches for the condom wrapper. “Okay. Lie on your back and let me do all the work tonight.”
I do as I’m told, eyes glued to him as he rolls the condom down and lubes my cock. He straddles my hips, so his ass is facing me, before inserting two lubed fingers into his own hole.
Huxley proceeds to slowly fuck himself. Holy shit! There are no words, just a gravelly rumble in my chest. By the time he takes my dick and lines it up with his hole, I can barely breathe. As he sinks down, I grab his slender waist, desperate for some control.
But, before I can adjust to the sensation, Huxley begins riding me with the most sinful roll of his hips. It should be fucking illegal. My mouth is agape as I watch my cock sliding in and out, in and out.
All my focus goes into holding off my orgasm, the pleasure of being inside Huxley blinding.
I praise him and tell him how beautiful he looks and am rewarded with whimpers and sighs.
Then, without warning, Huxley stops and rotates, so we are facing each other—our bodies staying connected the entire time.
“That’s a neat trick,” I say, pulling him forward so we can kiss.
“Are you enjoying the show?”
“Hmm, definitely. You’re so fucking sexy when you roll your hips, angel.”
Huxley plants his hands on my chest and starts fucking himself again, this time harder and faster. His cock is hard and leaking, and I give it the attention it deserves.
The desire to fuck up into him is strong, but I let him take what he needs, admiring the way he throws his head back as he approaches his climax.
I’m so close too, nearing the point of no return.
I pull Huxley to me, kissing him wildly, frantically, wanting to consume him.
Somehow, he tightens his muscles, clamping down around my cock and sending me right to the edge. “I’m gonna come. You close?”
“Fuck me, Oli. Please fuck me.”
A primal urge takes over, and I surge up, flipping us and slamming Huxley down on his back. With his feet on my shoulders, I fuck him hard, spurred on by his desperate pleas of, “Yes, yes, that’s it. Right there, babe.”
Huxley grabs his dick and strokes only a few times before ropes of cum are spilling onto his chest. I continue thrusting, wanting to give him the best orgasm, my own hitting seconds later like a freight train.
My eyes fall shut as I get lost in sensation, my body racked by pulse after pulse of white pleasure.
When I open my eyes, Huxley’s gaze is upon me, lust and affection emanating from him. “I love watching you come.”
Dropping his legs down I collapse on top of him. “Do I make a silly face?”
“No, but it’s adorable. You screw up your face and close your eyes tight. Your abs contract and your body looks stupidly hot.”
“I know what looks stupidly hot, and that’s you riding me.”
Huxley strokes the hair back off my forehead. “Yeah? You liked that?”
“Let’s just say we’re doing that again. But right now, give me a kiss. Then we need to get cleaned up.”
A couple of hours later, Huxley is asleep in my arms, but I’m still wide awake. I can’t seem to shake this feeling of helplessness. Helpless to protect Huxley from homophobia at school, and unable to stand up for what’s right. I need to figure out what to do, and I need to do it fast.
Huxley stirs and I pull him tighter, pressing my lips to his forehead. I need to protect him. And I will.