Chapter Ten Alex #2
I rotated as he came down. Went on my knees, hands on his thighs, cocked my head back as our lips pressed.
Mouths opened. Tongues coiled. My fingers dug into the meat of his legs, my lower back arching as I extended to push up and into him.
His hands slid under my arms to pull me up, and in a heartbeat I straddled him, my hips flexing wide to saddle up his lap.
Whoa , I thought with a spark of fear and intrigue as he deepened our kiss. The thing pressing into my ass was big . The swimming shorts we both wore left little to the imagination of what lurked beneath for him.
Too big , was my second thought. I could handle size with the best of them, but this was going to be a journey.
I ground my hips down and ran my ass along the length of him. Quick and short moans of pleasure burst between our kisses as Rome’s hand squeezed my hips. He lifted when I ground down. And then suddenly a ferocity took over him, a bucking of his hips and forced movement of mine with his hands.
He’s getting himself off , I realized. I paid attention to the movement. Long and slow, but controlled strokes. Quick return to the base.
Let me do this for ya, big boy .
I grabbed his wrists with my hands, lifted, and pinned his hands behind his head.
He broke from our kiss to look at me in puzzlement, but I stared right at him while I ground my hips to the rhythm he had set.
His mouth dropped open as I hit the beat right, the heat of my ass gliding along his cock at just the right pace.
Rome kept his eyes on me. His chin quivered, breath quickening as he wound his hips to keep the time with me.
The biceps of his arms bulged, the triceps so well defined, it looked like a sculpture.
I craned my neck over to one of his arms and lightly bit at the meat.
Rome’s body quivered and he let out a grateful moan.
Heavier breathing. Quick, successive moans. His hands struggled in my hold.
“Alex…” he said, my name on his lips so breathy and barely there. “Alex, I’m gonna… I’m…”
Without warning I lifted up and away from him, then slid beside him on the couch. He looked worried for a moment, until I hooked one finger under the lip of his waistband. My brow went up in question as I lightly tugged.
Took him a moment. I saw the decision-making in his eyes. Was this too much, too fast? Did he want to take the next step?
He nodded.
Moretti steals for second .
I yanked down his shorts. His cock sprung free, then slapped down on his flat belly with a meaty thud .
Holy fuck .
I had never been with someone this size before. It was a monster. His balls hung heavy between his legs and I had a sudden urge to roll each one over my tongue.
No. Stay at second base.
Still sitting beside him, I took his cock in both my hands and stroked him to the right rhythm.
His head crashed into the couch as his hips bucked up.
His moaning doubled, now accompanied by something guttural and primal.
I could only stare at the size of his cock gliding through my hands and imagine how I’d open myself up to him.
Just when I thought he’d reach climax, his hands darted out to stop me and his eyes found sudden clarity. He said with haste, “You, too. Let me do it, too.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed down my shorts so they lay puddled at my feet.
We sat naked next to each other, our cocks stiff and throbbing.
I used one hand to stroke him while he reached over to do the same for me.
I groaned as the wide span of his hand clasped my cock and rubbed my length just right.
We stroked each other for only a few heartbeats. I knew I wouldn’t last, and he looked like he was barely holding on. I leaned our shoulders together, craned my neck out, and gave him a deep kiss. I only pulled away to whisper, “Come for me.”
He did so on command. A geyser of white ribbons erupted from the bulbous head of his cock and spilled down my hand. Damn, how he screamed out in ecstasy when he came. I followed immediately afterward, bucking into his tight fist.
We went into the clouds together. Emptying our fill into each other’s hands as wave after wave of pleasure propelled us higher.
Come ran sticky between us and I wanted nothing more than to lick up every last drop he had spilled for me.
His hips kept thrusting into my hand even after he finished coming, almost like a cooldown.
When we drifted back down, we both had our bodies pressed into the couch, sticky with sweat and come and pool water. Time passed as our thoughts percolated back into our human shells.
“Stay here,” Rome whispered as he extricated himself from the couch, stepped out of his shorts, and disappeared down the hall. I still had a dazzling haze preventing me from second guessing myself. A warm and wet washcloth gently rubbed against me by the time the haze abated.
Rome. Taking care of my stickiness. He had acquired a towel around his waist at some point.
“Thanks,” I said. He leaned over and kissed me gently. He had a second towel in his hands that he offered. I stood and wrapped it around myself, and then we sat back down together.
“You good?” I offered up after a beat of silence.
He had his head resting on the couch, eyes closed. “Not sure that’s the word to use,” he said. “More like… satisfied? Completely relaxed?” He opened his eyes. Looked at me. Smiled. “I haven’t done that in years.”
My brow dimmed. “Done what? Friendly ol’ jackoff sesh between buds?”
He laughed. “I guess you could say that. Last time I was physical with anyone was when I was in the minors.” I audibly gasped and he patted me on the knee.
“When I was recruited to major league, I swore everything off. Said it wasn’t worth the risk.
” He let out another contented sigh. “I haven’t done this in awhile, though. So don’t judge me if I’m lacking.”
I snorted and looked down at his crotch. “Oh you are not lacking, trust me.” I rolled my head on the couch to look at him and grabbed his hand and gave him a contented smile.
“You don’t think we’re moving too fast, do you?” Rome asked.
I shook my head to the best of my ability while it still rested against the couch. “No. We’re on a good track, Rome.”
“Good.” He leaned and kissed me.
I stayed until sunset and beyond. We ordered out for dinner.
Drank too many seltzers. Played enough video games to last a lifetime.
We stayed half naked most of the time. He got me off one more time but I couldn’t stay away from touching his body.
I jerked him off twice more as the evening went on, content in learning the movement of his body.
He wasn’t even remotely shy of letting it all hang out, either.
I made it home after midnight, my body a mess of gelatin encased in smooth skin. I called him to say another goodnight and we ended up falling asleep as the call counted the minutes of our slumbering silence.