8. Carter #4
His warm mouth worked my cock slowly as if he knew I was moments away from blowing up.
He sucked me, his soft tongue rubbing against the sensitive tip of my dick, his lips sealed around the base.
I couldn’t do that to him. He was too big for my lips to seal so tightly and for me to suck the air out of my mouth.
Instead, I pulled him down on me, making him fuck my throat in short, jerky motions.
It made a strangely loud noise, wet, sloshing, making me choke and gag now and again.
As his breathing sped up, I only tightened my arms harder around his waist, pulling him in to torture myself in the sexiest way I could imagine. His balls pressed against my nose as he rammed himself deep into me, sending me into the wild frenzy of my orgasm.
I managed to move a hand along his back and tap his shoulder in warning, but Nate’s acknowledgment was to suck me harder.
I whimpered in short bursts of noise while he swung his hips back and forth, sucking me faster until my dick pulsed and cum filled his hot mouth.
I pressed my thighs harder together, wiggling under his carefully placed weight and thrusting my hips up to stuff his mouth.
And when my dick calmed down, he kept sucking it, only pulling his mouth away to groan and growl.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely after swallowing.
“You’re making me…” He grunted, and I wrapped my arms around his waist again to make sure he didn’t ruin this by playing a gentleman.
I wanted him to feed me, and I was going to get it.
Nate moaned and cried in a tight, deep voice, his body stiffening all over as he hurriedly thrust his dick down my throat. And when he pulsed, the heat of his cum flooded my body. It spilled into me, over my tongue, and down my throat as he emptied himself to the last drop.
He pulled out hurriedly, his strength outmatching mine, and I had no choice but to release his waist. As he slid off me, he knelt completely on the floor by the sofa.
The speed with which he did was almost like he was panicking, but when he brought his face close to mine, his eyes didn’t seem worried at all.
He gazed at me, his breathing quick like mine, and licked his lips.
For a moment, I wondered if some kind of clarity would kick in and if he would tell me this was all a mistake. But I should have known better than to doubt him, even if it was for half a heartbeat. Instead of ripping my heart out, Nate simply leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine.
I wished I knew if tasting himself on me excited him as much as it did me.
His kiss was still passionate, wet, and sloppy, and it gave me life. His breathing was calming down, and he rose slowly to the sofa. I scooted to make room for him, but Nate still wrapped himself around me like the hard, protective shell around a nut. He cuddled me while kissing my cheek.
“So,” I whispered, barely able to produce sounds while my soul drifted through the skies. “That happened.”
“It was…” His voice trailed in favor of a particularly affectionate kiss on my left eye just as I closed it.
“It was,” I agreed. I struggled to find the right word to say, but the tightness with which we held one another spoke loudly enough.
It said clearly just how pleased we both were.
It had been incredible. It felt right in all the ways.
And it was good enough for us to risk so much.
Or perhaps the risk was just another spice.
When we turned around so that Nate lay on his back and I sprawled over him, I ran my fingers up and down his body. Even soft, his dick was big. Mine was even smaller.
“You really didn’t mind my…” I stopped, finding it suddenly hard to say it. “Some guys…”
“Some guys are assholes,” Nate said with more heart in it than I’d expected. He was otherwise appearing pretty drowsy in that irresistible laziness that set in after all the passion. “And if you point me to them, I’ll break their noses.”
It wasn’t surprising that his words turned me on. It was somewhere deep in my chest that the sensation unfolded.
“And I, uh…” He turned to look into my eyes. “I prefer your size. I think it’s hot.” The redness rose in his cheeks.
I laughed out loud. “You’re really struggling with the fact that I’m me.”
He shook his head. “It’s not like that.” Still, he pondered on it for a short while. “I know you’re not the same Carter I used to know. But this is still a dangerous game we’re playing.”
I folded my lips and licked them. “Nobody needs to know.”
He gave me a gentle look that said no secret was ever kept secret forever. But if anyone could keep a secret, it was Nate Partridge. I knew that from all the years when I didn’t know he was gay.
Still, he said nothing to dispel the magic of the moment. We both knew it was time for me to leave, but I wanted to cling to him forever. And since I couldn’t get forever, I chose to cling to him for another heartbeat.
And another.
We lay there in silence, naked, in the mess that we made and didn’t regret. His gentle caressing of my arm and the side of my rib cage made me coil against him until a few minutes passed.
“This isn’t the last time, is it?” I asked, knowing I had to get up. It felt like leaving a happy home forever.
“No,” Nate said. “I really don’t think it is.” What he didn’t say was that it would make no difference whether it was or wasn’t. We had breached the codes and broken trusts for the sake of the most beautiful night of my life.
I hoped he would agree that it was all worth it.