Chapter 24 #2
“Fuck, I can’t let you down long enough to strip you naked,” I growl, the sound muffled against him, and my beautiful boy whimpers. “You like that, don’t you? Me being desperate for you, not being able to stop touching you even if it means getting you out of these clothes?”
He gives me a heavy-lidded gaze that bleeds want and need, and nods his head, the movement so slow and deliberate it has my dick pushing painfully against my zipper.
I swallow hard when he braces his hands on my shoulders and pulls himself closer, nudging me with his thighs to release him. And when I do, he slides down my front, our clothes whispering against each other’s, never looking away.
He takes a few steps back and I feel the acute loss of him when I can no longer touch him.
But when his hands reach for his jacket, I suck in a sharp breath. Because he’s fucking stripping for me, every movement unhurried like I’m not almost vibrating with the need to tear it all off him.
It’s the look on his face that stops me, that tells me he knows what I’m feeling because he’s feeling it too, but that we don’t have to hurry. Not this time.
I eat up the show he’s giving me as he sheds every item of clothing he has on for me, until he’s standing bare, all pink and smooth in the warm light of the small lamp that bathes the apartment.
Breathtaking.
I wish I could say my movements are as calm as his but they’re not, and when I notice the way his breathing picks up and turns shallow when my hands find my belt, I make quick work of the rest of my clothes. His scent makes me groan when I get close to him again—sweet and heady, and just for me.
His arms go around my neck and I’m picking him up by his thighs once again, only this time I have to close my eyes at the feel of his body against mine.
His soft lips find my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on my skin until he’s breathing his demand on me.
“Take me to bed, Ethan.” And I fucking shiver, my feet moving us to the bed I spot just behind him.
I sit on it with him straddling my lap and the way he moans when our cocks slide against each other’s makes me feral.
My mouth covers his, licking inside in drugging strokes, pulling the most delicious, needy sounds out of him. And I let him feed them to me like I’ve been starved forever.
My hands roam over him, spanning his waist, caressing his skin and feeling it pebble, before they’re sliding again down his thighs and over to his ass, and when my fingers dig into his flesh, Ollie starts panting against my lips.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t believe I’m touching you again,” I whisper hoarsely as his eyes crack open with difficulty, peering at me in all their jewel-green lust-hazy glory. “I can’t believe I have you in my arms.”
His expression melts into something so soft it makes my throat tighten.
He sighs deeply, his fingers doing their own exploration and it’s the most exquisite torment.
“You make me burn, Ethan. Your touch, your words, everything about you makes me burn,” he confesses quietly but with a firmness that startles me.
Like he wants what he’s saying to be taken seriously, like what he’s saying is important to him and he needs me to hear it.
His fingers travel up and up, until they run over my rough, stubbled cheek.
“And I never want it to stop,” he finishes with blazing eyes.
“Sweetheart,” I grate out, but everything else gets lost when he rolls his hips on me, the motion rubbing his perfect, drooling cock against mine, the sight obscene and addictive. But it’s the feel of his slick dripping on me that almost makes me lose my damn mind.
“Are you leaking on me, baby?” My fingers gather the wetness, spreading it all over his rim, messing him up, before I dip two of them inside him and watch as his lips part in a silent gasp. “Yeah, you are, you can’t help it. Your slutty hole can’t help it, even if you aren’t in heat.”
“Want – want you too much.” Ollie lets out a desperate whine on my lap while his hips push back, riding my fingers. But I want something more.
“Lift up on your knees.” I can see the way he doesn’t want stop what he’s doing and I squeeze his hip in encouragement. “Trust me.”
His eyes lie heavy on mine as he does as I ask and my gaze falls on his hard cock bobbing in front of me. “Now feed it to me, baby. I want your taste on my tongue.”
Surprise crosses his face, but then he gives me a devilish smile fit for an incubus and it’s that seductive look paired with his innate innocence that has me driving my fingers deeper inside him at the same time I lean over and suck on his wet tip.
Ollie cries out beautifully, his hands tangling in my hair, his head falling back as I swallow more and more of him until I have all of him and I’m choking on him.
Fuck, his scent is so strong—flowers, honey, and sex all combining to make my mouth water and ease my way up and down his pretty dick.
“Ah – Ethan, this is s-so good.” Fuck, he’s already wrecked, riding the edge hard, judging by the way he thrusts into my mouth and pushes down on my fingers. But just as I think he’s going to make himself come and I’ll get to feel his cum sliding down my throat, he pulls me gently off him.
And I sit there looking at him—above me, breathing hard, blush spilling down his neck and chest, eyes dancing with fire and excitement.
He bends his head until I feel his exhales on me, and when his pink tongue comes out to lick my lips, I swear all the blood in my body relocates to my dick.
“I don’t want to come like this,” he whispers as he nips and samples his taste from my mouth. The green of his irises is almost eclipsed by his blown pupils when he looks at me. “I only want to come with you inside me.”
My fucking pleasure.