22. Twenty-Two
Twenty-Two
Z ak
I stared across the bed at the gorgeous man sleeping next to me. The coming Saturday was our one-month anniversary, but we would be working all weekend. With Thursday an off day for both of us, I planned to make it special.
Pulling back the sheet, I admired the thick cock resting against his muscular thigh. I had learned a lot since the first time Dante and I were together. Like the way he preferred to be woken up.
I knelt next to him and licked his heavy balls. His shaft stirred and brushed against my cheek. Moving my way up its length, I languidly traced every vein, relishing the feel of each contour against my tongue. When I reached the tip, his eyes fluttered, and he stroked my hair. “You do that so well.”
I smiled and opened wide. The feel of him growing hard in my mouth had quickly become one of my most favored sensations. Once I had him fully erect, I ran my tongue around his swollen head, which had turned a beautiful shade of deep purple. Inch by inch, I worked my way down until I felt him at the back of my mouth.
“You’re doing such a great job.” His praise made me warm all over. Eager for more, I swallowed until he was sheathed in my throat. With a hand, I massaged his tight balls.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. I didn’t care that I was already gagging. Wanting him to be proud of me, I refused to stop. Nothing mattered except his praise. I took another half inch and swirled my tongue.
It wasn’t until I felt his fingers dig into a shoulder and he told me to stop that I came up for air. I studied his face, wondering if I had done something wrong. He reassuringly brushed my cheek. “It felt amazing. Too amazing. If you had kept it up, I would have come.”
“Then why did you make me stop?”
“I think you know the answer.” His eyes went dark. “Now be a good boy and get on your hands and knees.” I could feel my cock leaking precum as I obediently did as told. Making love face to face is always nice. It allows us to look each other in the eyes, kiss, and touch. But the animalistic nature of being taken from behind really gets my juices flowing.
My no longer virgin hole did not need as much foreplay as Dante had provided our first time together. But like a needy slut, I gratefully accepted everything he wanted to give me. Tongue. Fingers. And eventually his cock
When he breached my tight ring, I gave out a long satisfied sigh, welcoming him into my warmth. It was almost scary how quickly I had become addicted to his cock. I wanted everything it offered—the way it stretched my ass wide; the feeling of fullness it provided; how it made me writhe with desperate need as it moved over my prostate.
But it was Dante’s words—telling me how tight my ass was; how well I took every inch of him; even sometimes calling me his good boy—that I craved more than anything. I was drunk on praise and lust. Precum dripped from my tip as he drove his hips hard against my ass.
“Close,” I whimpered. “So close.” He grabbed me by my hair and pulled until my back arched. Not to cause me pain, but so that I could take him deeper and get the full pleasure of his cock. Then he reached around and wrapped my rigid length in his massive paw. The rapid movements of his fist mirroring those of his thrusting hips. My sphincter clamped around him as I convulsed.
He moved his hands, now covered in my hot cum, to grip me by the hips. My dick continued to twitch as aftershocks racked my body. I wondered if it was similar to what women experience when they have multiple orgasms, but I did not have long to think about it.
Dante had resumed pounding me hard; the air heavy with groans and grunts, as he pursued his own release. When he was in a dominant mood such as he was then, he liked to pull out at the last second and spray his cum across my back. He said it was his way of reminding me I belonged to him. I usually enjoyed it.
But in that moment, I had an overwhelming need to feel his warmth coat my walls. I begged him to come inside me. Seconds later, he granted my request. He shuddered one last time before collapsing on top of me. I was slick with his cum and, as his penis softened, it eventually slipped out.
He rolled out of bed and disappeared into the ensuite. When he came back, he had a warm washcloth, which he used to clean us both. Satisfied he had not missed a spot, he tossed the cloth into a corner. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Not at all. It was exactly what I needed to get the day started. How would you like to spend the rest of it?”
“I would be happy to stay in bed with you until we have to go to work tomorrow.”
“That is a lovely idea, but what would we do for sustenance?”
“Now that you mention it, I did work up an appetite.”
“Good to hear, because after we shower, I am taking you to The Greasy Spoon you love so much. You can order anything on the menu and I promise not to tell you how bad it is for you.”
“Wow. Wake up sex and my favorite breakfast joint, all in one morning. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for the rest of the day.”
The Greasy Spoon was the actual name of the place. It was near the fishing fleet and only opened for breakfast. The healthiest thing on the menu was a virgin Bloody Mary. I ordered one, along with a side of grits and toast.
I listened in disbelief as my companion ordered the three-egg omelet, hash browns with gravy and cheese, along with sides of sausage and bacon, and black coffee. He caught me shaking my head.
“I thought you weren’t going to judge what I ordered.”
“I'm not. I just don't know where you put it all. Not an ounce of fat on your body, but I just watch you eat all of that and I will gain five pounds.”
“Relax, I like a man with a little meat on his bones,” he smirked. I punched him in the arm just as the heavy bosomed waitress brought us our plates. I caught him staring at her generous rear end when she walked away.
“Speaking of luscious curves, what do you think Morgan has been up to?” It was the first time either of us had spoken her name in a while.
“Who cares?” he replied. “She made her choice.” Even if he would never admit it, I knew he was hurting as much as I was. Not wanting to spoil our day, I changed the subject.
“How about after we finish eating, we go over to Bahia Honda? We can swim and catch some rays on the beach. It'll be good to relax.
“Great idea,” he agreed before stuffing a forkful of potatoes into his mouth. After swallowing, he said, “Too bad they shut down the nude beach.”
“You mean the beach where guys used to troll for sex?”
“I don't know anything about that.” He blushed and dug into his omelet.
“It's fine. We both have a past and as long as it is all behind you, I don't care.”
“Way in the rear-view mirror. I only have eyes for you now.”
Instead of pointing out that he had just been checking out the waitress’s ass, I took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
When we got back from the beach, the plan had been to shower and dress for a romantic dinner at The Beachcomber, the fanciest restaurant on Turtle Key. But as Dante removed his shirt, I caught a mixture of sea salt and coconut oil, two of my favorite scents wafting from his skin. I leaned in, licked a nipple, and quickly undressed him. From my knees, I heard a knock at the front door.
Knowing I was pathologically incapable of ignoring a ringing phone or a knocking door, Dante gave out a groan. I spit his cock out and went to the front window to see who it was.
I told Dante to get dressed. “We have company.” Then scrambled down the steps, while pulling on a pair of shorts and shirt. Reminding myself I did not know why she was here, I took a deep calming breath before opening the door.