Chapter 16 Griffin #3
I could almost recall a time when it would have made me squirm awkwardly, look away, think of anything else at all but face the fact that I was looking at a naked man.
Come to think of it, I’d always avoided this.
I’d always kept my eyes completely and perfectly away from the guys in the locker room, particularly those guys who were freer with their bodies.
But seeing Andrei like this, naked and smooth and hard as rock for me, made my pulse speed up tenfold.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch every last part of him.
I wanted my tongue on his balls, my lips around his cock, my face between his cheeks.
I wanted it all, and my throbbing cock said it for me.
A nervous chuckle pulled me back to this moment. “You really like it, huh?”
I remembered to breathe then. “Fuck, but I do.”
He stepped forward, then put his hands on my waist and made our bodies touch.
His dick was incredibly hot against my flesh when we held one another.
It throbbed shamelessly, the tension palpable, and the scent of precum caught me unprepared.
It was a delicious scent of sex, made to drive me crazy with lust.
“Fuck, I want you,” I growled and kissed him. He smelled like me, like my cock and precum, like the sins we shared in the dark, red room. He tasted like copper and salt and sex.
My tongue met his greedily, licking the traces of myself as I tightened my hold around his torso, crushing him in a desperate, urgent hug. Then we parted, and I pushed him back just enough so he knew to sit down on the bed.
His legs spread, and he leaned back, planting his palms on my mattress and letting his dick stand at full mast between his legs. He was so stiff it wouldn’t rest on his abs.
I knelt before him, positioning myself between his legs, and realized I was breathing way too quickly.
“If you’re afraid,” Andrei began.
“I’m not afraid,” I interrupted. “There’s nothing I want more than this.”
He nodded. “Just saying…”
I smiled for him. “It’s not what you think. I never did anything like this. I’m just worried it won’t feel good.”
He put his hands on my face and looked into my eyes. “Griff, I’ve dreamed of this for years. Do you think there’s anything you could do that I won’t like? I’m in literal heaven right now.”
I nodded. It gave me courage in such a physical way that I saw the fears being dispelled. He leaned back again, bending his arms and planting his elbows and forearms on the bed, his chin pressed against the space between his collarbones so he could look into my eyes as I leaned in.
My hands traveled along the smooth skin of his thighs. His legs were just a little hairy, and the hair was short and sparse, soft and pale. As I felt his thighs, I reached up to his groin, thumbs sliding under his balls and hands slipping under his cock until both were inside my hold.
I lifted my hands gently, wrapping fingers around Andrei’s dick and feeling its excited throb as I stroked him.
This, more than anything, was a foreign sensation, stroking a dick that wasn’t my own, and leaning down to pleasure the man sitting before me.
But not any man. The man of my dreams of late.
I bent down and opened my mouth, inhaling through my nose as saliva moistened my tongue.
I came close to him, the scent of his musk crawling into my nostrils and inviting me like the mermaids’ song.
I went down, the tip of my tongue extending eagerly as I neared him, and I moved my gaze up his perfect body to look into his eyes.
His lips were parted slightly as I licked the tip of his cock, a salty and sweet flavor spreading through my mouth. A moment later, as Andrei’s eyebrows contorted painfully and rose up his brow, I closed my lips around his cock and took him in.
He was thick and long, far too big for an unpracticed mouth, but I lowered my head like I’d seen him do it and took him in.
Not all of him. Hell, not even half of him.
I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and tried to seal my lips around it, to suck the air out of my mouth, to ramp up the pressure that would make him feel so good.
There was no fear. There was no nervousness that this was my first time with a guy. I felt perfectly safe with Andrei. Safe to make a blunder. Safe to fuck it up. Safe to make any mistake I could think of.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth, feeling his against my throat. I tried again and again, but I couldn’t get him to go deeper. I couldn’t get my throat to relax like I’d felt his do. I couldn’t take him more than halfway into my mouth, and even that felt like pushing the limits.
But Andrei’s chest shuddered as he let out a deep breath of pleasure. His body trembled, and his head dropped back. His fingers clawed at the bedsheet, grabbing fistfuls of it as his chest shook with breaking tension.
I pulled my head back and let it sink on him again, sucking him faster if I couldn’t take him in deeper. The noises breaking through my nose, needy and slutty in some strange, sexy way, grew louder, and Andrei grunted.
My hands rested on his thighs again, thumbs placed just under his balls, so when my saliva trickled steadily down his cock and balls, I felt it.
My fingers were slick with it in another minute or two, and I realized I could do more for Andrei than just this.
I could do something I had been imagining for the last few days, imagining in such detail that it felt as though I already knew everything about his body.
I ran my fingers along his wet cock, picking up the saliva as a lubricant before sliding my fingers gently between his cheeks.
His hole tightened, his dick tensing in my mouth, and I paused the movement of my hand.
It was warm there, slick already in a way that made me realize he’d expected this.
He’d prepared for it somehow, with lube or something else, and he’d known we wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation the second night in a row.
Andrei spread his legs a little more, letting out a quiet whimper of pleasure as my finger moved over his hole.
His cock was in my mouth, though I didn’t know how to do better than that, so I applied pressure on his hole instead, bobbing my head just enough to make it fun, but not so much as to choke or gag by accident.
I felt him relax a little as I massaged his hole and the space around it, and then I had a sudden need to do that with my tongue. My head lifted, and I looked at him pleadingly until he met my gaze. “I wanna… Let me eat your ass.”
His eyes widened just a fraction, enough to make me think that was the wrong thing to say.
But then a disbelieving grin split his face, and he shook his head, quickly turning that into a nod. “I didn’t think you’d…fuck yeah, I want that.”
I tapped his hip and pulled away while Andrei turned on the bed and found a good position.
He pulled the pillow under his head and wrapped his arms around it, hugging it as he settled on the bed.
I got into bed and knelt behind him, between his legs, towering above his lean body and letting a moment of awe wash over me.
My hands went to his hips, holding him hard and lifting him just a little higher so that his ass pushed out toward me.
His lower back curved down, striking a seductive image I wanted captured and printed like those already drying.
Later, I told myself. We had all the time in the world.
Right now, all I needed was more of Andrei. More of the real thing.
I leaned down, my hands traveling up his muscular back, and my face came to his butt.
I extended my tongue greedily, wondering how this could be so hot.
I’d always liked to be a little edgy in the bedroom, a little loose and experimental, but the way this realization that I was into my guy friend had landed on me like an anvil from the sky still didn’t fully register. It was just the new reality.
So I closed the distance between us and pressed my tongue hard against his body, covering him from the end of his taint to the upper side of his tight, warm hole.
He purred and choked, all the muscles in his back tensing, and I could only imagine what it felt like.
Curiosity filled me, making me want to know what it truly was that he felt.
The heat of my tongue, the wetness, the pressure, the inevitable proximity of a sort of intimacy that we had never experienced with each other before.
I licked him hard, making his hole slick until saliva poured down his taint and rubbed off on my chin. Messy as it was, it only made me more flustered and hot. It made me so horny that my abs flexed, and my hips wanted to thrust, wanted to rut the empty air between us.
I dug my fingers into his back, pinning him hard against the bed as I buried my face between his cheeks, eating that delicious piece of ass like my life depended on it. Part of me believed it, too; I would die on the spot if someone stopped me now.
I ramped up the pressure, thrusting my face against his ass like I wanted to fuck him with my tongue, and Andrei’s hand flew around and slapped the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my messy curls and pulling me deeper in.
I was ravenous for his body, and he wanted all I would give him.
My arms wrapped low around his waist so that I felt his hard cock against my forearm and so that he couldn’t get away from me, couldn’t wiggle free, when I began to push my tongue harder into his hole.
Licking him and sucking and working my mouth in all the crazy ways I could think of, I got him to bury his face in the pillow and cry for God.
In the ecstasy that followed, we were beyond sex and sexuality. We were pleasure itself in human flesh.