Chapter 12 Just friends #2
This seems to appease him slightly and he relaxes in his chair.
The waitress takes our orders and we sink into easy conversation, while I go through the list of questions I made, uncovering piece by piece of the mystery that is Dexter.
We get to the questions about family and he tells me his parents died when he was younger.
I wait for him to expand on this, but he doesn't and our server brings the food over, essentially cutting that topic.
I want to go back to that, but can't find an angle and, it comes to mind, that perhaps the subject is a bit heavy for a second date.
So we talk about food and I'm extremely pleased when Dexter declares this dish may be his new favorite.
I laugh and pour him a bit more of the cabernet I ordered, while I explain how the flavor works well with the fattiness of the dish.
His pale cheeks now have a rosy tint to them and his lips have darkened slightly, giving them a more robust look.
God, he's so attractive. I have to physically stop myself from staring every couple of minutes.
We talk more and when he asks about sports I go deep into hockey talk.
He admits he's not a big sports fan, but he has some clients who are big Hunters’ fans and would flip at knowing I'm friends with one of the D-men hotshots on the team.
I immediately make a mental note to reserve some tickets so I can take Dex to one of the home games.
I want him to know every bit of my world and hopefully, be part of it too.
Plates are cleared soon enough and we slowly finish the bottle of wine while the night steadily falls outside.
The server offers the dessert menu and I suggest the choux bun with the chocolate glazing.
As my previous suggestion worked well, Dexter is happy to agree and, not too long afterwards, they bring out two large choux buns bursting with cream and a mountain of chocolate glazing seeping onto the small plate, complete with dusted sugar and a single raspberry on top.
Dex's eyes grow impossibly wide, like he's a kid on Christmas morning.
I make another mental note to find more things that get me this reaction from him.
"Chocolate fan?" I ask, grinning at how his nose scrunches in delight.
"Yeah, never seen something that looks this good.
" He returns with a wide smile that once again makes him look quite innocent.
He takes a good chunk in his teaspoon and when he bites into it, he lets out an honest to God porn moan so loud it makes my ears ring.
I want to hear that noise again. And again.
And many, many, more agains. A bit of chocolate drips down the corner of his mouth and I want to lick it clean.
Instead, I lean over and clean it with my thumb, after which I suck it into my mouth.
Dex's pupils blow and almost completely cover the dark green of his irises.
Heat pools in my belly and I find this sensation quite new and thrilling.
The sexual energy is thick in the air around us.
We don't say anything else and keep eating in silence.
When the server comes with the check, I give her my credit card quickly.
Dex looks like he wants to argue, but thankfully doesn't.
We leave the restaurant the same way we came, walking shoulder to shoulder, arms brushing at the sides.
I let my fingers linger on his on each pass, desperate to feel the zing sensation on my skin that I get every time I touch him.
We make it to his apartment far too quickly for my liking, the night is pleasant and a gentle breeze is blowing on us softly.
It carries some of Dex's dark hair strands over his forehead.
I love to see his hair wild, in such contradiction to the meticulously styled look I've seen him wear so far.
My eyes drop to his lips again, which retain that burgundy hue from the wine we had. I'm not making any more efforts to be subtle at this point, I want him to see my thoughts as clear as day.
Dex breaks through the spell first. "Careful, Leon, you're giving me ideas again." He attempts at light humor with a small smile, but I don't return it for once.
"Perhaps it's the right idea." I tell him with confidence.
He fidgets on the spot for a bit before asking barely above a whisper. "Would you like to come up?"
YES!!!
"I would." I tell him, trying to rein in my excitement.
I grab his hand in a clear attempt to get him to lead us, enjoying the feel of his smooth palm over my calloused one.
He's all silky surfaces over my rough ones.
I make it only until we're in the elevator before pulling him into me, his gasp being swallowed by the press of my lips on his.
It's soft and unsure for a few passes, until he opens for me and I slide my tongue into his warm mouth.
Synchronised groans leave us both, our tongues tangle in a tango of sorts, rushed but not hard, almost fluid and seductive.
He tastes like Heaven and I know in this moment I'm never going to want to stop kissing him.
We tumble out of the elevator onto his floor and Dex struggles to open his front door with a Leon suction cup attached to his face.
I can't stop though, not for anything in the world. Our kisses slow slightly while he tries to direct us through the entry hall and I stumble into him when I trip over the shoes I’ve just haphazardly thrown off my feet without looking.
Dexter manages to free himself from me while he laughs and rights us up, going for the dimmer light switch on the side and setting it on a low, comfortable lighting.
I get a glimpse of his studio apartment.
It's small but seems very spacious, due to the full-length windows that lead onto what looks to be a decent sized terrace.
It probably gets a lot of natural light during the day.
The cream and wood effect kitchenette is splayed along one side of the wall with the hallway, ending in a stylish marble-top round dining table with two padded leather chairs.
A deep charcoal low sofa sits on the opposite side, with a similar marble coffee table in front, while a king-sized bed occupies the other side of the apartment.
The bathroom is probably on the end next to the bed, since I can make out a door further down, but I'm not here to admire the architecture.
I stick myself onto Dexter once again and tilt his face with both hands, so I can kiss him deeply again.
We tangle into each other as he clumsily leads us to the sofa.
I drop onto it first and take him with me, getting him to straddle my hips with a leg on each side.
I want to feel everything, so I grab his waist and bring him down onto me, chest to chest and plant his ass on my lap.
His breathing hitches and his heart is beating so fast, I want to feel the heat of his skin, so I slip my hands underneath his shirt and splay my fingers on his back.
He feels so hot under my hands, soft skin and hard muscle and, I realize immediately I desperately want to feel his skin on mine.
I take out my hands and he lets out a small whimper, but I push him slightly and start unbuttoning his shirt with unsteady hands.
He starts working on mine at the same time and, although it's not a very smooth process, we manage to push our shirts over our shoulders and stop kissing for a breath so we can take them off altogether.
I go to grab him again, but he pushes me down softly until I'm lying on the sofa completely, the deep couch providing ample space for my wide frame.
He drapes himself onto me and gives a small rub with his hard cock over mine, making my semi transform into a full-blown erection in seconds.
This is possibly the fastest I've ever become aroused and I'm definitely not complaining.
He slowly moves on top of me and I sprinkle his lips with kisses over and over. His pants turn laboured and he breaks away from the kissing to lick at my throat, quickly going over to my chest and abs, before swiping his tongue on my pelvis, just above my belt.
"Can I blow you?" he asks in a throaty voice.
My muscles constrict instinctively as I tense up, it's not really what I had in mind. I'm already mourning the loss of his body on mine. He reads into my silence and straightens, saying quickly, "I don't have to."
"No, sorry, I just don't want to stop kissing you." I extend a hand to him. "Can you come back, please?" I plead back.
His posture softens and gives me a slow no, before crawling back on top of me and kissing me softly. Our lips pass featherlight touches, but soon the kisses turn deep and passionate again. On my next inhale, I ask between his lips. "But maybe...uhm...we could get naked all the way?"
He stops immediately and assesses my face, but whatever he sees in my expression must convince him, since he slips his hands down to my pants and slowly undoes my belt.
I feel more than hear the button popping from my jeans and the zipper being dragged down, before he moves to the end of the couch and takes my pants down along with my boxers in one go, leaving me only with socks on.
I'm suddenly feeling a bit exposed, letting him look at me for the very first time.
While I've worked hard to maintain my hockey body throughout the years, there's no mistaking the layer of softness that now covers my previously chiseled body.
My muscles are still big and defined, but not quite how they used to be.
His gaze burns everywhere it touches on my skin as he drinks me in and my insecurities are forgotten.
With a soft sigh, he gets up and proceeds to dispose of his own pants in the same way.
His hard length springs free and hits his abs as he straightens.
To no one's surprise, his cock is as perfect as the rest of him, long and thin, perfectly proportional, a milky color finishing with a smooth pink head.
I take a few moments to admire his slim build and well-toned arms, to his rounded shoulders leading into prominent collarbones.
His chest is flat but defined, with a hint of a six-pack going into a deep inward V and jutting hip bones, ending in long defined legs.
It's a spectacular sight, but I want to feel him rather than admire him from afar.
I hold out a hand in invitation and manage to snap him out of his trance.
He tentatively takes it and crawls back over me, settling his knee between my legs, before lowering his body fully and aligning our cocks.
The sensation is immediately too much, and I have to take a few steadying breaths before I combust. I feel extra sensitive, especially the first moment his bare cock slides over mine, perfectly positioned like it was the missing piece all along.
He gives a few tentative thrusts and the precum leaking from both of us helps with the slide.
I lose myself in his kisses again, enjoying his scorching body over mine.
The pure ecstasy travels in waves from my head to my toes.
I want him everywhere. I want him sutured into my skin.
His heavy pants take over as he starts moving with more purpose, both our bodies slapping in a sweaty frenzy as I start to thrust upwards into him.
Small moans escape my mouth over and over and he can barely contain his heavy groans.
I go to kiss his jaw, his neck and slide my tongue from his ear to his collarbone, lightly nipping at the junction of his neck.
I give in to what I've been desiring all night and finally bite into his Adam's apple.
He gives me a loud and long moan and his hips stutter.
"I can't… Fuck… Leon... I can't…" he shouts, right before I feel his cum flooding my abs.
The sheer pleasure on his face, lips slightly parted and eyes wide shut, gets me pumping my hips upwards a couple more times and I finally let myself go.
Cum seeps through the sides where we're joined and I worry about his couch, but I couldn't move if I wanted to.
Before I can bask in the post-orgasm glow however, Dex lifts off me and does an acrobatic sort of jump to the other side of the couch.
I frown deeply at him, really confused as to why he's done that, while trying to get my breathing back under control.
"Are you freaking out?" He asks in a small voice.
"I wasn't up until now, but I'm kinda scared at what I did to make you jump from me that way." It's not a question, but I hope he senses the question mark I left there.
"No, I mean, about the... It's your first time with a man, so you should...I mean, I would understand if you want some space." He manages to confuse me even more.
"All I want is for you to get back here. I didn't get my cuddles in and it's honestly feeling a bit cold on this side." I try for lightness and a small chuckle, instead of pushing him to explain the weird reaction.
He cautiously crawls back over, while watching me closely, I can't tell exactly what for.
I grab his waist with one hand and tuck him into my side, while I turn my body slightly towards him and rest my chin on his head.
He smells like sex, with a hint of violets still coming through.
I wish I could spend the night like this, with him firmly tucked in my arms, but I don't want to push him too hard too fast, since he turned so skittish just minutes before.
I feel his body relax into mine after a few more minutes and I keep him there, kissing his hair and temple and giving him words of encouragement every couple of minutes about how good he felt on me and how much I like him.
Before long though, the spell is broken when he leaves to grab a washcloth and cleans me, getting dressed in his boxers soon after.
Guess that's it, then. I dress myself, then go to the entrance and slide back into my boots with a small amount of effort.
Dex is standing a few steps behind me, so I reach for him and take his mouth in another dizzying kiss.
"I'll text you." I tell him firmly, before dropping another kiss at his temple. He only nods and sees me out, before closing the door behind me. The sounds of the lock slotting in place echoes around me in the empty hallway.
I get home in record time, giddy with joy and have the best sleep of my life.