Chapter 10 #2
“When did you have time to get all of this together?” I ask, replaying our morning through my mind.
“Yesterday,” he says, “I told you I had plans.”
He beckons me to sit, and I curl up on the blanket as he opens containers of food. He’s prepared a picnic of sandwiches, pasta salad, and all sorts of snacks, and he even got us a bottle of sparkling juice and fancy glasses to drink from.
“Stephen!” I gasp, seeing it all laid out in front of me, tears forming in my eyes at how sweet this all is, it’s like something from a romance movie.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, pulling me into a hug.
“Sorry,” I chuckle, wiping my eyes. “This is just… I guess I’ve always wanted this… but never saw it happening for me.”
“I love being able to do this with you, Donovan.” He cups my chin with his fingers and draws me into a sweet kiss. “I’m sorry I can’t be more public than this.”
“It’s okay,” I say, and I mean it. “This is amazing.”
We tuck in, working our way through the dishes he bought, until all the food has been devoured.
“I thought I was used to seeing guys eat a lot,” I laugh, “the guys at the motorcycle club can really put it away. But you take things to a whole other level.”
“Hey, I’m a growing boy, I’ve gotta keep my strength up,” he says, patting his stomach, but all I can picture are his perfect abs.
“Well whatever you’re doing it’s working for you.”
“You too, baby,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “I hope you left room for dessert though.”
“Of course.”
He reaches into his bag and brings out a container, it’s full of strawberries and he holds one out for me to eat.
“Wow, you’re really taking this date seriously, I get strawberries?”
I lean in and take a bite, laughing when the juice runs down my mouth and onto his fingers.
My first thought is that I probably look ridiculous; eating strawberries is meant to be romantic and I’m messing it up.
But his eyes darken as he watches me, before finishing off the rest of the strawberry himself.
Stephen
“Wow, you’re really taking this date seriously, I get strawberries?” he asks, before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the fruit in my hand.
Obviously my mind goes straight to the idea of his lips wrapping around something else, which isn’t helped by the juice running down his chin and onto my fingers. I finish off the rest of the strawberry and pick another. I’d planned this to be romantic, but fuck me, it’s making me horny as sin.
“Do you want more?” I ask, offering him so much more than a simple strawberry.
He nods and I hold the strawberry out for him. His lips wrap around it, but he gets more of my fingers this time too. The noises he makes as he sucks in the juice go straight to my cock and as soon as my fingers are free, I throw the rest of the strawberry away and crush his mouth to mine.
The strawberry is still ripe on his tongue, and the flavor mingles in our kiss.
He grips my hair in his hands and uses it to pull me down on top of him, his leg wrapping around my hip.
As he claims my mouth with his tongue, it’s the most control he’s ever taken and it’s so fucking hot.
His confidence is growing every day, and I love how he’s using his initiative more.
He breaks the kiss and lets his head gently rest on the floor.
“Please can I have another strawberry?” he asks, it’s barely a whisper, but it’s filled with heat.
“You can have anything you want, baby.”
I reach for another strawberry and place it half in my mouth. He grins and takes a bite, letting the sweet berry fill our kiss. It’s messy, and noisy, and the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced, the sounds making me think of everything else I want to do with him.
“Fuck, Donovan. I love the way you taste, I wanna taste all of you.”
He whimpers and grips my hair tighter. “Me too.”
“Can I? Please can I go down on you, baby?”
He nods his head but worry flashes across his face.
“Use your words,” I say, “tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I want to go down on you too, but it’s the thing I’m most nervous about.” His words escape in a rush, like he needed to say them quickly to get them out.
“Donovan, we’re in no rush. I don’t expect you to reciprocate, I want you to wait until you’re ready—”
“I’m ready,” he interrupts, “just nervous.”
“Judging by the way you ate those strawberries you have nothing to be nervous about. You made me so fucking hard.”
“I did?”
“Fuck yes, the way you sucked the juice from my fingers, and the noises you made. This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
” His eyes light up, clearly loving that he’s given me a first of my own.
“I’ve also never gone down on someone in the open before either, if you’re enjoying collecting my firsts. ”
He laughs and pulls me into a kiss. “Okay,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah, and if you need me to be explicit, Stephen, will you please suck my dick.”
The noise that escapes me can only be described as a growl; I lift up onto my knees so I’m straddling him and looking down.
“You’d better take your T-shirt off before I rip it from your body, those words are making me fucking feral.”
I’ve never seen him move so fast as he pulls his shirt off.
“You tell me if you need me to stop,” I say.
He nods and I lean down, trailing kisses along his collar bones, then down onto his nipples, sucking each one into my mouth and rolling my tongue over it.
Gasps and moans escape him as he grips my hair.
I lick a trail down his chest to his stomach, he’s always going on about my body, but he looks fucking amazing too.
His stomach is toned, more because of his slender frame than the result of hours in the gym.
Jamie and Max repeatedly tell me he’s the literal definition of a twink.
They also keep reminding me that’s ‘my type’, even though I’ve told them there’s nothing going on between us.
And yes, I realize that makes me a liar considering I’m about to have his cock in my mouth…
“Stephen,” he moans, as I continue my trail of kisses lower.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmur, undoing his jeans and pulling them down his thighs along with his boxers.
I flatten my tongue and lick the underside of his shaft, causing him to cry out and grip my hair even tighter.
“Holy shit!” he cries.
I love that it’s his first time being touched like this, and I plan to savor every moment.
I take my time exploring him, holding back from going too intense too fast, wanting him to be able to enjoy it and revel in the sensations.
I start picking up on the things he likes more than others, absorbing all the sexy noises that fall from his lips.
“Stephen,” he pants, “I need to come. Fuck, I know it’s fast, but it’s too good.”
I’m by no means a pro at giving head, and deep throating isn’t something that appeals to me from a giving perspective.
So I continue to use my hand on his shaft the way he likes and focus my tongue on his head, following his moans to help him get there.
When his stomach muscles tense, I take him into my mouth as deep as I can, right as his orgasm hits and he fills me with cum.
The cry he makes causes my own cock to leak, desperate for my own release after tasting him.
“Can I come on your chest, baby?”
He nods, unable to speak. I kneel over him and jerk myself off, he holds my gaze the entire time and it doesn’t take long before I’m covering him in my own release.
I drop my head and nuzzle his face, unsure whether he’ll be okay with kissing me right after I’ve gone down on him, but he quickly pulls my mouth to his.
“I think I can taste myself on you,” he chuckles.
“You taste better than the fucking strawberries,” I say, dipping my head for another kiss.