Chapter 15 #2
We worked quietly but quickly to clean up, and I could sense Randall tensing up as he started the dishwasher.
“It’s too much,” he said, and I wasn’t sure what we were talking about until he elaborated. “We can just watch a movie, or go upstairs, or …”
I shut him up with a kiss, pushing him against the island. I pulled back to seek understanding in his eyes, and he explained, “You never responded.” I thought back to that moment my brain went offline and realized he was right.
“Meet me at that window in five fucking minutes.” I kissed him again and had to force myself to walk away, first to the loft where I’d returned my supplies, and then to the bathroom.
I took the world’s fastest shower and spent a few minutes preparing myself, slathering lube much faster and more aggressively than I guessed Randall would have. I was maybe a little anxious and excited to get this act of exhibition underway.
I started to wrap a towel around my waist but decided against it, exiting the room with the lube and a strip of condoms in one hand and my cock in the other.
Randall stood at the window, fully clothed, taking in the view.
He turned when he heard me. I took a few steps into the middle of the room but didn’t meet him.
“Strip,” I commanded.
He hesitated only a moment before tearing the sweater and T-shirt over his head, then bending to pull off his socks.
I stroked myself, and he watched, clenching himself through his jeans.
I was close enough to an end table to put the condoms down.
I flipped open the lube with one hand and poured more into the other, reaching behind me. Randall’s grip tightened.
“Pop that button,” I said as I strained behind me, my back arched, my own cock sticking straight out ahead of me, pointing toward him and beyond that to that uncovered window.
“I am so fucking ready for you, babe. Unzip.” He let go of himself and slowly opened his pants.
“Off, now. Underwear too.” His eyes went to the window, and I thought he might call it off.
I pulled my hand back and stood up straight, about to give him an out and suggest we head up to his bed, but before I could, he dropped his pants and kicked them off.
He only stood naked in front of me for a moment before he turned to face the window more fully.
I could see him tugging himself as he looked out at the evergreens, highlighted with heavy snow, giving them an almost luminescent glow.
It was his turn to give the orders. “Bring the supplies.”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered under my breath, and I walked toward him, stroking myself as I watched the shadow of his motions in the reflection.
“Sweetheart,” he said without looking back at me, in his “parfect” accent.
I was behind him and kissing his neck when I responded. “Yeah?”
“No.” He let out a little, nervous laugh but looked toward me as my chin rested on his shoulder.
“Don’t call me ‘sir.’ I like it better when you call me ‘babe.’”
I couldn’t help but nip his shoulder, hoping he could feel my smile.
I wrapped an arm around him and replaced his hand with mine, gently squeezing and tugging. “You ready for me, babe, because I’m so ready for you?”
A beautiful grunt was his only response. I tore off one condom packet and tossed the rest, coming around to face him but realizing it defeated the purpose if I was blocking his view. I kneeled to the side and turned him toward me before reaching up with a condom in hand.
“Open this, babe,” I said, and before he even had it in hand, I had his member in my mouth, licking and sucking and bobbing my head, my hand on my own cock, keeping time.
I looked up to see him looking down in wonder.
I tilted my head to the condom he held up, still sealed in its wrapper, and quirked a frown around his cock.
He tore it open then, and I came off him with a pop.
I kissed him quickly, then stood next to him, facing outward but watching him as he got suited up.
He kissed me and grabbed our cocks together. We kissed for minutes, naked in front of the wide expanse of window, isolated and alone with who knew how many people tucked into the forest within our view. My skin prickled with the thought, and I pulled us apart.
“Are you ready to really give the trees a show?” Randall’s hand trembled as it released us, and I looked into his eyes for confirmation.
It came in the form of him bending down to put the lube on the floor before grasping me by the shoulders and turning me toward the window. It was his turn to nip at my shoulder before he kissed his way up my neck, tickling me behind the ear as his fingertips slid down my arms to my hands.
He raised both and placed them on the cold window before he grabbed my hips and dragged them back so my ass jutted out.
“You got yourself ready for me,” he growled into my ear.
“Just like I said. I am so fucking ready for you, babe. All prepped. No teasing necessary. Just fuck me.”
Randall didn’t listen. He lubed up his cock and played around with it in my crack for a minute, tapping and brushing against my entrance, but then he backed up and picked up the lube again, gently shoving two fingers inside me, spreading the lube and stretching me.
Then he glided those fingers in and out a few times, feeling around until he found what he was looking for.
I arched up into him, my back to his chest as I moaned and writhed, and he chased the spot.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
I had every intention of letting him know how much, but he found the spot again, and all I could do was gasp and turn my head to him, begging for a kiss.
I was open and exposed in front of that window and could have cared less.
All I wanted was more of him, his lips on mine, those sneaky fingers teasing me, his hand on my cock.
He had his arm wrapped around my chest, though, possessively keeping me upright as I strained my neck into our kiss, so I let my own hand find its way to my member, finding it dripping more pre-cum than I had ever produced.
I thought for a brief second about the mess and wished I had brought the towel. The thought had me smiling into Randall’s kiss, and it broke our rhythm. I gave my cock a few core-shattering tugs before purposefully bending back into place and slapping my hands on the window.
I gave my ass a little shake and clenched around his fingers.
“I need your cock, babe. Hard and fast. I need to make you come.”
His fingers withdrew, and he spread my cheeks, his hard cock finding its way to my hole.
He stood behind me and grabbed one hip, leading his tip inside me with the other. He let it sit there, grasping my other hip with his greasy hand.
“Ready?” he asked, just a breath before I said, “Now.”
He started to slowly sink in, but I took matters into my own hands, shoving my ass back until I could feel his scratchy hairs against me.
I grunted on the motion, and he moaned. I rotated my hips a bit, getting used to the feel of his dick inside me, then I clenched down on him, loving the desperate grunt he made so much that I did it two more times before I said, “Now, hard and fast.”
Randall did not disappoint, rocking in and out of me slow and steady for just a few beats, pulling almost all of the way out each time before sliding back in, sometimes brushing that spot like a little tease before settling in tight, his fingers grasping my hips as he thrust and pumped into me, finding my prostate and pounding away at it over and over and over.
His breathing shortened, and he grunted out his thrusts.
The sounds, the smell, the feel, the location; all too soon it overwhelmed me.
I stood again, flush to his chest, and he wrapped an arm around me as we adjusted positions.
I moved up and down, rocking my hips. I’d done it to free my hands, but Randall found his way to my dick first, grasping me tight before exploring the tip, grunting in pleasure at the moisture he found there.
“So hot. So ready. Are you ready, sweetheart?” I was so much more than ready, I was a sweaty, incoherent mess as I frantically thrust myself backward onto his dick and forward into his hand, the word “fuck” spilling out of me on repeat.
I tried to focus my gaze on the view out the window, but a darkness had truly descended on the snowy view of the valley and the mountain resort beyond it.
What I could see was our reflections, and there was Randall behind me, looking at my mirror image with more affection than lust despite our heightened state.
Our eyes were locked as I felt my balls tighten to the point of no return.
“Fuck, babe. Now, now, now!” I rambled as my orgasm began.
My eyes closed of their own accord, and all I could hear was our shared grunts as Randall’s movements all but stopped, his grip tight on my cock as my inner walls constricted around him.
He was back to performing little thrusts as I came to, and I opened my eyes to our reflections, to see his head arched back as he rode out his pleasure.
I gently moved his hand from my spent dick and wrapped both of our arms around my chest as I watched the beautiful man behind me let loose.
He’d been grunting, but it turned into a, “Yes, yes, yes,” that ended softly, his chin back on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around me tight as he pulled out, and we straightened, arms entwined, staring at each other in the darkened window.
We both began to smile. “Wow,” he said to our reflections.
“Uh-huh,” was the most articulate response I could come up with.
Randall kissed my cheek and whispered, “Shower,” into my ear before turning around and heading up the stairs to his loft, pulling off the condom as he went.
I quickly headed to the kitchen and found what I was looking for under the sink, returning to the window to clean up my handprints and the evidence of my pleasure before following Randall up the stairs.
We washed up quickly in the large multi-spray shower, and Randall asked if I wanted to watch another movie for our last night alone.
“If I pick one of those silly winter romances, will you stay awake for it?” he teased.
I didn’t reply, too busy thinking to myself that I hoped it wouldn’t be my last night alone with him. The look on my face had him saying, “What?”
“I’m kinda hungry again,” I admitted.
“Insatiable in many ways, then?”
“Well, it was a really good workout.” I did a quick squat. “I think I can skip leg day.”
Wrapped in towels, we entered Randall’s room, and he tossed me a pair of sports shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt with a stylized image of a computer on the left side and the name New Day emblazoned on one sleeve.
“New Day Tech, cool. You know, Anson Day got his undergrad at HU. There’s a building on campus with his name on it.”
“He’s an interesting guy. Did you know he’s gay?”
Randall also pulled on a pair of shorts, along with a T-shirt that had the name of my parents' college on it. I watched him pull it over his head, and when he caught me looking at it, he started to lift it back over his head.
“Wait!” I all but screamed. “I was mostly thinking, you’ve been in England for years. That shirt must be as old as I am.” I dragged a finger down the center of his chest over material softened by age.
“Older. I remember buying this my sophomore year.” He dropped to his bed.
“Your dad and I had gone to the campus store to buy our books. Mind you, this was in the time before everything was digitized, so we had to actually leave the dorm and venture to the bookstore.” He let out a performative and adorable shiver.
I laughed because I had been thinking just that. The hearts shooting from my eyes may have been due to how charming he looked, feigning the chills.
“You know, I have never once had to set foot in the campus store to buy a book. I visit once a year before I go home for the holidays to buy Christmas gifts for Mom and Dad, but my textbooks? That’s all handled online.”
“Well, in my time,” Randall scoffed in an old-timey voice, and I was pleased that he was joking as opposed to freaking out about our age difference.
“We bought books, actual books. Real, physical, expensive books. Your dad and I were doing that together a day before classes started, and I saw this shirt. I’d never seen anything with wording down the sleeve like this.
I’ve seen it many times since.” He pointed at the letters emblazoning my sleeve as if to prove his point.
“But back then, it was new and exciting, and I really liked it. I had pulled this shirt out in my size and was admiring it, and your dad found one too. So we bought them. After I introduced your parents to each other, I ran into your mom on campus, and we were both wearing the same shirt. At first, I figured she was wearing your dad’s.
When she saw that I was wearing the same one, she called us twins, then she filled me in that she had admired it so much on your dad that he’d gone out and bought her one as well.
I think I knew my best friend was in love with her that day. ”
I had stood still and listened while Randall took his walk down memory lane. “I shouldn’t have put this on,” he muttered, looking at me.
“No, Randall, you absolutely should have.” I came and stood between his legs, rubbing my hands up and down his arms. The material on the T-shirt was soft and giving, though the lettering was worn.
I held his biceps firm. “You had a thing for my dad. You went to school with my parents. Hell, you even introduced my mom and dad to each other. Those are just the facts.” The next thing I said hit me just then, and it was a little overwhelming, so I sat next to him and took his hand in mine before I said it.
“If it weren’t for you, there’d be no me.”