Chapter 4
DANIEL
“Don’t feel obligated to tell me I’m right or wrong. I know you can’t tell me who you really are without disclosing information you are lawfully required to conceal. Just know that when you want someone to talk to, come knocking on my door.”
His breath caught and held for moments longer than usual. His body turned stiff, and I thought for sure I’d screwed myself out of what promised to be a stellar fuck.
“I appreciate it, but I won’t need it. What I want is to fuck. Are you game for that?”
I spun him so his back hit the wall next to my door, my hand never leaving his cock. My other hand landed on the wall next to his head. I leaned over him, my mouth hovered over his, our lips brushing when I said, “I’m definitely down for that. Get the keys from my pocket.”
He pulled the key ring from my pocket, but not before he got a feel for what I was packing. He held the keys out to me, pulling them away when I reached for them.
“Get me inside, bend me over something, open me up, and fuck me. And do it now,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
His mouth latched on, his lips sucking at mine, before his tongue invaded my mouth. I groaned, my cock throbbing in my pants. I pressed into him. Our cocks lined up, rubbing against one another as we dry-humped and tongue-fucked out in the open for anyone to see.
“The door, dammit.”
“I’m not sure what you expect of me, Xander, but I can either kiss you or I can open the door. Because while opening the door is easy, kissing you deserves all my attention.”
“Then open the door, because I’d seriously like it if we did more than rut against each other fully dressed in the hallway outside your apartment, where I’m positive you have a perfectly good bed to fuck me in.”
“As you wish,” I said as I opened the door.
He shoved me through it, kicking it closed behind him. Our lips attached themselves to each other, and we grappled, pulling and tugging on our clothes until we stood before each other naked—lips swelling, chests heaving, cocks leaking.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his hand reaching out, his fingertips brushing over my forearm.
The whisper of his skin against mine brought goose bumps to the flesh on my body wherever he touched.
And he seemed to be everywhere. One hand ghosted over my arm, shoulder, and chest. While the other skimmed the lower half.
All but my cock. Those fingers of his—rough enough to scrape, but not enough to scratch—danced around my throbbing dick until I wanted to scream.
Unable to stand another moment of the torture the kid was putting me through, I shoved him against the wall and dropped to my knees.
His cock, long and thick, glistened in the low light streaming through the uncovered windows.
The smell intoxicated me. I needed more of it.
I wanted to breathe that in till it was wicked deep in my sinuses, just set up shop in my nose and never leave.
Dragging my nose across his lower abdomen, I breathed in deep, then repeated the process on each side of his groin, first down, then up, then across, then down again and up one last time.
My head jerked back, forcing me to look up at him, else the fist he buried in my hair would rip me half bald.
Our gazes met. Was everything about the man beautiful?
His eyes were like a beacon in the night.
They shone like—fuck if I didn’t sound like a damn sap—diamonds.
No, something more manly because he might be young, but he was all man with his lithe, lean, muscular body, dark hair, piercing eyes, and stubbled chin.
“Suck my cock.” The words tumbled around us, as if he’d growled them.
I nodded, ignoring the fact that the boy made me whimper. Using the grip on my head, he guided me over his dick. The flavor, similar to the smell that surrounded me, burst on my tongue as his bulbous head slid across my tongue.
“Do you like it rough?” he asked.
I nodded, his cock bumping against the roof of my mouth and his precum dripping onto the back of my tongue.
“Do you like it dirty?”
I nodded again, whimpering when another gush of him filled my mouth with his flavor.
“Me too. I wanna fuck your throat, fill your belly with my cum. Then I want you to open me up and fuck me. I want it rough and dirty, and I want to feel it for days. Then I want you to do it again.”
Pulling away, just enough to talk, I cleared my throat, my lips and tongue moving around his weeping dick when I said, “That’s exactly what I want, too.”
Tears sprouted in my eyes, blurring the vision of him as he forced-fed me his dick.
Using his hold on my face to angle my chin, the head of his cock slid into my throat, pressing against the back of my mouth hard, cutting off my air supply.
He waited, holding me to him, thrusting gently over and over, until my vision swam.
Then, just before I thought I’d have to push him away, he pulled out.
One hand gripped his cock, and he painted my lips with the tip.
“Fuck you, old man. You’re a vision on your knees, but add in the tears and drool running down your face, fucking perfection.”
He continued teasing me. Driving me insane with lust and want and need. My cock hung heavy between my legs, pulsing, and gushing precum onto the cold, hard stone I kneeled on. When I could no longer take the waiting, the anticipation, I begged.
“Please!”
His mouth split wide in a sexy smirk. “I thought you’d never ask. Nor did I think you could get any more beautiful.”
The hand cupping my cheek moved to the back of my head, cupping my neck, tilting my head.
My mouth dropped fully open, and with one hand gripping his dick, he fed it to me, only letting go once he’d buried it in my throat a second time.
This time, fuck me, this time he didn’t pause like before.
This time, he moved. Lightning fast, striking the back of my throat over and over, forcing me to gag on him.
Every one of my gags pulled a groan from him, and he’d speed up.
He pummeled my mouth and throat with his cock. My dick jerked in tandem.
“Cup your tongue and suck, hard,” he demanded when he buried his dick in my throat like the first time.
I did as ordered, my hand stroking my dick in rhythm with the way I sucked his. My eyes closed
“You’d better not come. I want that in my ass, not on the floor,” he growled.
Opening my eyes, my gaze met his dark, stormy, lust-filled one.
My hand fell from my cock. I whimpered at the loss of sensation.
The sound vibrated in my mouth and throat, and he moaned.
His head arched back, extending his neck.
His dick jerked once, twice, then disappeared.
Warm splashes of cum splattered across my face, lips, and tongue.
The last drop landed on the eyelashes of my right eye.
Blinking, I looked up at him. I couldn’t help but wonder, how did I stumble across the perfect guy?
Just a bit shorter than me.
Gorgeous.
Smelled amazing.
Not too soft.
Preferred bottoming, but didn’t mind topping occasionally.
Who liked rough, dirty sex with a dominant streak that he wasn’t scared of.
He spelled a recipe for disaster or euphoria. Either way, I couldn’t wait for another taste, and my throbbing cock agreed. Surging to my feet, gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“Clean the mess you made.”
He smirked, still trying to catch his breath. “You look pretty covered in my cum.”
“You’re gonna look really pretty tied to my bed with my cock buried in your hole and my handprint on your ass. Now clean up your mess.”
He chuckled even as he leaned in to kiss and lick the jizz from my lips before moving to my eyes, cheeks, and chin. His smiling, satisfied face filled my vision when he finished, his lips hovering over mine.
“Your turn.”
I bent over, put my shoulder in his belly, and stood, tossing him over my shoulder.
If he were as macho as he came off, he would never admit he squealed, but he did.
Carting his heavy ass through my apartment, I dropped him on the bed, flipped him over on his belly, and buried my face between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck, you smell and taste so fucking good,” I groaned against his hole.
Licking, nipping, and sucking, I opened him up as much as I could with my tongue. I sat back on my heels, his body splayed out before me like a smorgasbord of pleasure just waiting for me to feast on it.
“Get the lube. It’s in the top drawer.”
Muscles stretched and danced, putting on a show for me as he sprawled across the bed to the nightstand, the lube and a strip of condoms in his hand when he reached back toward me.
“Good boy,” I moaned, my cock in complete agreement.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel him around me.
Taking the supplies and dropping them on the bed next to our knees, I suited up, gloving my cock in latex.
I tossed the foil wrapper toward the trash can next to the nightstand and grabbed the lube.
Slathering myself first, I dribbled some at the top of his ass crack with one hand, running the fingers of my other hand through it, spreading it over his hole before pressing my index finger into him.
He hissed, but instead of pulling away, he pressed back into my hand.
I held still, letting him fuck himself open on a single digit.
When his hole no longer felt like he was trying to rip off my finger, I pressed another against his opening.
He opened easier than the first time and, like the first time, he fucked himself on my fingers, opening himself for me.
I peppered praise for how beautiful and tight he was into his litany of hisses, curses, moans, and groans that filled the air around us. A seductive, erotic symphony that danced across my skin.
A third finger breaching him slowed the rhythm of his hips and pulled a deep guttural groan from him. “Fucking hell. Give me a minute.”
“Whatever you need, gorgeous,” I whispered against the skin of his back, my lips kissing and licking away the sweat beading there.
Deep breaths melded with hisses as he wiggled under me, adjusting to my fingers. “More,” he breathed.
Scissoring my fingers and twisting them, I played with his prostate until he was gasping and moving under me in pleasure again. I wanted in him so fucking bad. I needed to feel this tight hole squeezing my cock. I wanted him to come while I fucked him so his passage would milk me dry.
“Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait for you to wrap my dick in the stranglehold you have my fingers in,” I groaned as he fucked himself harder on my hand.
“Then do it. Fill me with that monster. Split me open.”
I pulled my fingers from him, his hole winking at me, searching for something to replace what I took away.
Gripping my cock, I hissed and grabbed my sac to keep from coming. I peppered kisses on his ass and back while I settled myself with a barrage of intel, and the grocery list, and any fucking thing I could conjure to keep from losing my shit before I ever got inside him.
“Arch your back,” I demanded, moaning at how fucking perfect he responded to me.
Placing a hand on his waist, I held him still while I slowly fed his ass my dick, so he could adjust. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t average either, and I could tell he hadn’t lied when he said it had been a while.
“Fuck,” I groaned when I bottomed out.
My forehead fell against his back, the two of us huffing to adjust. Curling an arm over his shoulder, I banded it around his torso, locking him against me, holding him until…
“Move,” he gasped. “I want to feel you.”
“Thank fuck,” I moaned, sitting back on my heels, pulling him with me so he hovered over my lap, straddling me, impaled on my dick. Which begged for release.
Thrusting up into him, I built into a rhythm that left my mind blank of everything but him and me and how he felt so fucking good wrapped around my dick. It had been a while for me as well. I didn’t realize I needed this so badly.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Pushing him forward, my hand gripped his neck, pressing him into the mattress and holding him there as I railed his ass.
The snick snick sounds of my cock working his ass meshed with heavy breathing, curses, moans, and the slap of flesh as I rode him hard.
I wanted, needed, him to fucking come. I needed to come.
But I wanted to see it. I wanted to watch him come apart.
I pulled out, grabbed his legs, flipped him onto his back, and pushed back into him.
“FUUUUCK!” he screamed.
I paused, worried I’d hurt him.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? Christmas? Move!”
“Yes, sir!” I chuckled.
I shoved his knees to his chest, angling his ass to take everything I gave him. I pounded into him. Over and over. Again and again. Grunting and groaning with the effort. My balls drew up, and I growled, “Make yourself come. I want you to paint us with it.”
His hand flew over his cock, the head popping in and out of his fist. Precum coated his dick and hand. The smell of it reminded me of how good he tasted. He was everywhere.
I felt invaded by him. Assaulted. Breached.
As if he reached inside my skull and scrambled my brains.
He was a mindfuck.
“Come, Daniel. I want to feel you come inside me.”
His words triggered something inside me I couldn’t wrap my head around, given my brain was a vast wasteland of pleasure.
“FUCK!” I roared, thrusting into him one last time.
I collapsed over him, gripping his face and forcing his mouth to mine as I pulsed deep inside him.
He jerked and whimpered under me. Hot come splashed against my stomach as our tongues dueled and we fought for breath while refusing to part.
Our breathing slowed, he carded his fingers through my hair, and I rolled off him, pulling him onto his side to face me.
“If you knew,” I gasped, robbing myself of what little air I had by speaking too soon. Taking a deep breath, I tried again. “If you knew how hard it was to tame the curls, you wouldn’t have rubbed cum in them.”
His head reared back, laughter bursting forth from him. It was the most joyous sound I’d ever heard in my life.