Chapter Seven #2
I sit up, my head level with his bare chest, and pull my t-shirt off my body. Grabbing his waist, I stretch my neck and run my tongue around his nipple, the bud growing sharp enough to cut glass.
Blake puts his free hand on the back of my head and pulls me closer.
I lap circles with my tongue all around his peck as I fumble to unbutton and open my pants as best as my position allows me.
But before I can do anything else, Blake pushes my shoulders, making me fall back again, and pulls down my pants, along with my underwear, all the way down to my ankles.
He then sits on the floor in front of me, and although I can’t see it, I can feel his fingers untying my shoes before he takes them off, along with the rest of my clothes.
My chest rises and falls as I watch him emerge and remove his pants before he goes through his pocket and removes the condom. He drops it on my chest.
He goes through the other pocket and fishes out a miniature bottle of lube.
Trying to ignore my throbbing cock, I say, “You came prepared.”
He gives me a one-sided smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I had a whole week.”
I pull myself up on the sofa, so my entire body is on it, and I reach out my hand toward him. “Come here.”
He puts his knees on either side of my legs and crawls up until his hips hover above mine, the bottle still in his hand.
I put one palm on his waist and grab his hard cock with the other, giving him a few lazy strokes.
Blake lets out a tiny moan, but his expression is focused as he uncaps the bottle and pours some liquid onto his palm. As he does, his hands shake.
I catch his eyes. “We don’t have to do this now. If you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready.” He wraps his lubed-up fingers around my aching cock, making me squirm. “I’m just a little nervous.”
I take a shaky breath. My gaze drops to our hands, massaging each other’s cocks, before I look back at his face. “Take your time,” I rasp, wholeheartedly hoping I will be able to handle whatever pace he chooses.
Nodding, he reaches his other hand behind him and his expression morphs into pained pleasure. It’s a good thing I can’t see what he’s doing—I’m not sure I’d be able to handle the image.
Blake closes his eyes and tilts his head back, his hips swaying above mine, alternating between bucking into my fist and onto his fingers, working on opening his hole up for me.
Heat pools in my groin, and I have to shut my eyes to keep my desire in check.
I use the time to grab the condom from my chest and tear the wrapper open with my teeth.
“Blake.”
He answers me with a moan.
“Hey.” My voice is louder this time, and he opens his eyes.
I let go of his cock and motion to his hand, still working on mine.
His gaze darts between my dick and the condom I’m holding. His expression grows even more intense as he frees my length, allowing me to put the condom on.
Once I’m done, Blake pulls his fingers out of his body and props his palms on the sides of my head.
“Kiss me,” he breathes out and lowers himself down. Before he can reach me, I lean up and grab the back of his neck, capturing his mouth with mine.
What I assumed would be a slow, shy kiss turns into anything but.
Blake pushes his tongue inside my mouth at the same time as I push mine, and they meet halfway, dancing between our connected mouths, tangled in a delicious fight.
Sharp exhales land on my cheek as he breathes through his nose, sucking on my tongue as if it were my cock.
It takes me by surprise when he reaches between us and angles my sheathed cock up. The second he lowers his hips enough for my head to slide between his cheeks, he ends the kiss abruptly.
We both breathe heavily, our gazes connected. Anticipation makes me want to crawl out of my skin and I roll my hands into fists by my sides, determined not to move a muscle, not even to flinch, as he takes his time and uses my body any way he wants.
Biting his lower lip, Blake lets out a groan as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, lowers his hips ore until my head breaches the tight ring of muscles around his entrance.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” The words slip out of me on autopilot because holy fucking hell.
I’ve done my share of fucking in my life, but never like this. Never with someone whose comfort I put so high above my eagerness. Never with someone like him.
“You’re okay?” I manage through my heavy breaths, trying as fuck to take my mind off the action on my cock. If I don’t, this will end embarrassingly quickly.
He nods and lowers himself an inch more.
“I think so.” Another inch. And then another.
“I have to admit, though, my fingers are not nearly as thick as your cock.” He progresses farther, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from bucking my hips up and burying myself balls deep into that impossibly tight hole.
“Should have used an inanimate object, after all.”
How he can make a joke right now is beyond me.
Time stretches to infinity, and then it stops altogether when Blake finally settles down on my pelvis, the entirety of my cock wrapped snuggly inside his body.
Clenching my jaw, I breathe through my nose and focus on the view before me. And what a fucking delicious view it is.
Blake places his palms on my chest. His back is arched, chest puffed in my direction. His chin is lifted, and he looks down at me, his eyes half-mast. And then, there’s his cock, leaking pre-cum against my abdomen.
I wish I had thought of getting a camera to capture this image forever.
“How does it feel?” I ask once the initial shock dies down and I can formulate words again.
“Strange. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Try to relax.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Blake's expression softens.
He takes an audible breath, and his hands press against my pecs as he lifts his hips and stays like this for a while, frozen mid-movement.
It’s nothing short of sensual torture, and despite my best efforts to keep my composure and just let Blake do his thing the way he wants to, I find myself asking, “May I try?”
His eyes widen, and if I weren’t looking at him as intently as I am, I would have missed the tiny nod he gives me.
Hoping wholeheartedly I won’t get carried away, I tighten my grip on his waist and slowly, so unbearably slowly, buck my hips up until my cock is all the way in, and my balls press against his ass.
Sharp fingernails dig into my chest. “Again,” he whispers, his nod more prominent this time.
With my tight hold on his waist, I pull out halfway before pushing back in.
Blake’s exhale turns into a moan, and on the next pump, his hips drop slightly, meeting mine halfway.
“Fuck,” I mutter and now it’s my fingernails that dig into his flesh.
We catch a steady rhythm, our movements careful, minuscule, enough to send tiny bolts of pleasure down my spine but not enough to make me spiral out of control.
“You like that?” I ask, my eyes fixed on where the lower half of my cock disappears inside his body time and time again.
Blake doesn’t use words. The strained sounds he lets out with each breath serve as a response.
His cock bounds off my abdomen, veiny, slick, and hard. Too hard to ignore.
I circle it with my hand, my grip light, and give him a few strokes, as minuscule and shallow as the shoves of my hips.
“Oh, fuck,” he says. Or maybe it’s me. I can’t be sure.
And as if the teasing friction on his cock infuriates him, Blake lifts his hips higher the next time around and shoves them down more forcefully, his skin slapping against mine.
My balls tingle and tighten as the reality becomes too much to bear all at once.
I close my eyes and do my best to block the symphony of sounds around me because I’ll be damned if I let myself get carried away and fuck this up for Blake.
Stroking him faster, I bend my knees until my feet are flat on the leather surface and start shoving my hips up rhythmically.
A moan that’s hard to ignore tears out of Blake’s throat and his hips are still in the air, letting me take charge.
And now, I’m exactly where I wanted to be.
I shift my pelvis every few shoves, searching for the right angle. It doesn’t take long, and when Blake’s muscles clench around my cock, making my vision blur, I know I’ve hit the spot.
Blake’s body drops back as he props his palms behind him, and I pound into him with all the vigor I possess, the head of my cock brushing over his prostate every time.
Everything happens at once, then. Blake clenches around me, his hole squeezing my cock impossibly tight.
His body jerks up, and he drops to his forearms, his head stopping just inches above mine, and his hips start rolling once again, meeting each of my thrusts, taking me as deep as humanly possible.
I grab the back of his head and pull it down, crushing our lips together and shoving my tongue inside his mouth.
I drink his moans, marveling at every little sound he makes, all my senses on high alert, my hand gliding effortlessly along his cock that’s trapped between our bodies.
I’m right fucking there, and for a second, I fear I won’t outlast him.
But then, Blake's teeth sink into my lower lip, pain mixing with pleasure in a sensual cocktail, and on the next drop of his hips, he stops his movements, his entire body shaking against mine as he spills inside my palm.
I squeeze my eyes shut and fuck him through his orgasm, assaulting his prostate with every push.
He breaks the kiss and all but screams, and when his head drops, his forehead leaning against mine, I can’t take anymore.
I’m moaning loudly, my voice mixing with Blake’s into one as my cock pulses, and I bury myself inside him, white-hot orgasm consuming me, dragging me into a different dimension, one where only Blake and I exist.
The last of my come shoots out of me, wild tremors still going through my limbs even after it’s all over.
My senses come back slowly. Vision first, then hearing, and then the smell of Blake’s cologne mingled with sweat and sex makes its way to me.
And before my thoughts settle and I have time to relish in my post-orgasmic haze, Blake lifts his hips, my spent cock slipping out of his hole, and he rolls over and lies on his back by my side.
I grab his shoulder and drag him back on top of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
His eyes are closed as he puts his entire body weight on top of me, face buried in the crook of my neck. “I thought you liked your space,” he mumbles against my skin.
It seems ridiculous now. “Fuck the space. I don’t need it.”
Truth be told, I don’t think anything anymore. I don’t need anything other than the man resting on top of me.
He lets out a content-sounding sigh, and I kiss the top of his head.
I’m not usually one to doubt myself because I usually don’t care enough. But not this time. “So? How was it?”
“Hmm. I’m thinking B minus.”
I chuckle, my ribs cracking under his weight. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.”
He lets out another sigh and lifts his head, his eyes searching my face. “I think it’s the best I’ve ever felt.”
And who would have thought my heart would falter at that? “Good. There’s more where that came from.”
He smiles, his eyes barely open. “I hope so.”
I’m not sure how long we lay like that, Blake breathing steadily against me, me stroking his back. Time seems like such a foreign concept right now.
Finally, Blake rolls off me, both of us wincing, the dried-out cum pinching our stomachs as they separate.
I roll my head to the side to face him. My soul smiles. “Now what?”
Blake runs his fingers through his damp hair. “Could you drive me home?”
I almost burst out laughing. I’d drive him anywhere he wanted. I’d drive him to the moon and back. I’d pick him up and carry him to the top of Mt. Everest just so he could take a picture.
I don’t tell him any of that. “Yeah, Blake. I’ll drive you home.”