22. Malcolm
Malcolm
L ast night was amazing, but this is so much better. I’ve been awake for about an hour, but I haven't budged. Not exactly true. I did roll to my side so I could peer at the man lying next to me. His body curled up so close to me, I can almost taste him.
Bradley’s lashes lay along his sunkissed skin, his pouty lips parted slightly as soft breaths of air pass over them. His hair is in disarray, sticking up in all directions, and my fingers yearn to weave their way through his short tendrils.
Desire beats out logic and I lift my hand, my fingers barely trailing along his chiseled cheek, drifting over the ridge of his ear before dropping away.
Bradley doesn’t move. Yearning to touch him again, my movements become braver.
This time I run the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, only to have his hand quickly snap around my wrist, gripping it tightly, but not painfully.
“Are you watching me sleep like a creepy stalker?” he asks, his voice still groggy from sleep.
“No. There was something on your face.” I reply quickly, trying to pull my hand away from him, but he doesn’t let go.
“Liar,” he chuckles, his lips brushing against my fingers.
He’s right, I am. Admitting to him that I was taken in by how handsome he looked would open a whole other can of worms. But I throw caution to the wind. This weekend is about finding myself. Coming out and being who I am. This is just another step.
“Maybe.” It comes out cheeky, and I don’t care.
“You’re staring,” Bradley says quietly, lips tilting in a sleepy smirk.
“I know.” My voice is barely more than a whisper. “I keep thinking if I blink, you’ll disappear.”
“Would that be bad?” he asks, scooting a little closer to me, his leg brushing up against mine.
I don’t answer right away. His question is tough because I don’t know the answer. That and him touching me have me really working hard to keep my cock under control. I’ve only ever woke up next to Jefferson before, and well, it’s been a while since I’ve done that and I’ve forgotten how nice it is.
“Yes,” finally escapes, and it’s how I feel.
It would be heartbreaking if he were to disappear.
The more time I spend with him, the more feelings I develop.
But in the end, I have to remember I’m doing this for Jefferson.
We’ve been together for so long, I can’t throw what we have away for a possibility of Bradley.
He’s young and has so much living to still do.
There’s no way he’d want to settle down with an old fogey like me.
I could be his father, for Christ's sake.
“I think it would be too.” Bradley’s eyes soften as he leans forward, brushing his mouth against mine with a kiss that feels like it is a secret between the two of us.
The kiss is slow. We break only for a second before our lips meet again and again, not in a rush, but in the kind of rhythm that speaks of trust and exploration.
Our hands begin to move, roaming each other’s bodies.
Bradley’s palm slides across my chest, feeling the steady thud of my heartbeat, the curve of my ribs.
His fingers dip lower, grazing over my hip, drawing tiny circles into my skin.
It has my body on fire and I can’t help the needy groan breaking free.
I rest my forehead against his, exhaling slowly. “I didn’t think I’d want to be intimate with anyone other than my ex.”
“And now?” he asks, voice soft and unsure.
I tilt my face up until our eyes meet, both of us locking on each other. “I don’t want anything else but to be with you. I don’t care if it’s just for today . ”
Bradley’s thumb strokes along my cheek. “I know your heart belongs to someone else, but I don’t want this weekend to end without having been with you. It may be the last time I ever see you.”
His words hit hard, because he might be right.
I’ve already made up my mind in the early hours of the morning that when I get back I’m telling my family, then going public.
I’m not hiding any longer. Life is too short to not be your true authentic self.
I don’t want to live in the fear of the what ifs anymore.
I’m going to grow old with the man I love, if he’ll have me.
“Then let’s not waste any more time.” I kiss him again, deeper this time, but still tender.
Our bodies press against each other beneath the covers, legs tangled, warmth shared.
His hard cock firm against mine as I grind my hips into him.
It’s a different kind of intimacy than with Jefferson, not bad, just not the same.
Our bodies beg for each other, demanding to explore to their heart’s content.
Time blurs as we kiss. Bradley’s hand slips underneath the waistband of my boxers, cupping my ass cheek.
“Tease,” I all but purr.
He nips at my lip, biting down as he tugs on it.
“I’ll show you a tease.”
Bradley sits up, the blankets falling down, exposing his bare chest, and the outline of his very hard cock pressing against his snug boxer briefs. And peeking out the top is his very swollen head, with precum leaking from it.
Fuck me!
He straddles my body, leaning down, peppering kisses across my chest, working his way lower until he’s licking along the flesh right above my waistband.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He looks up at me through his long lashes.
“I am,” I reply without hesitation. Jefferson is my endgame, but we’re technically not together right now, so it’s not like I’m cheating.
“Lift up,” he orders, pulling down my boxers in one fell swoop, moving backward down the bed so he can free my legs from them. My hard shaft smacks my stomach and I moan. Bradley crawls back up my body, licking up the shaft of my cock. My back arches upward as my fingers grasp the sheet.
“God,” I groan.
“No, Bradley, but you can call me that if you want,” he says cockily as he takes hold of my cock, swirling his tongue around the tip. “Are you a top or bottom?”
“Bottom.” Jefferson was always the top, and I’d never had a desire to be one. Loving the connection the two of us had.
“Perfect.” He doesn’t say anything else, but gets off the bed and heads over to where his wallet sits on the dresser. He fumbles through it, before turning back to me with a frown on his face.
“I wasn’t exactly planning this. Do you have a condom before we go any further?” He bites on his lip as he looks at me with a raised brow and a silent prayer.
“No.” Sadly I don’t have good news for him. Much like him, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. I didn’t expect for us to be in one bed. Shit, he’s going to say we can’t do this. “I can get dressed and go get some.” Yeah it’ll be a slight mood killer, but I want this far too much now.
He just shakes his head before placing his knee on the bed, crawling back up toward me, stopping right before he gets to my hips. “Nah, not now. There are other things we can do that don't involve the need for latex.”
My brow furrows almost instinctively, as I tilt my head to the side—like what he said might make more sense from a different angle. I narrow my eyes slightly, waiting for him to elaborate. Blinking, my mouth parts, a question forming, but I hesitate. “…Wait. What?”
“Malcolm,” he softly laughs. “You're so sweet. Sex comes in different ways. There’s penetration. My cock in your ass, then there's oral. In this case, I plan to give you a blow job that will have your toes curling as you scream my name.”
With the last word slipping from his lips, he grips my cock, his hand pumping up and down the hard, veiny shaft, as he takes the mushroom head into his mouth, sinking down, taking more into his mouth. All the way to the fucking hilt.
God help me!
“Shit, Bradley.” I reach for his hair, but he takes hold of my hands, pressing them back into the bed as his head begins to bob on my dick. With each movement, my body grows closer to my orgasm. It’s been a while, and well, his mouth is a happy contrast to my hand.
He laughs deeply and the vibrations bounce off my shaft. Damn, that feels so good. My head presses into the pillow as I look up at the ceiling. Closing my eyes, just allowing the moment to take over, my mind clears of everything but me and Bradley; it’s as if nothing else exists.
Bradley releases my cock, letting it pop from his mouth as he lifts his finger to my lip, dragging it across the swollen flesh. “Suck it,” he orders. Parting my lips, he slips his finger in and I suck as if it were his cock.
“Mmm,” he groans, his voice full of lust. “You’re good at that, Malcolm.”
He pulls his finger from my mouth, then takes my dick back in his mouth, his hand cupping my balls, squeezing them gently.
“Ahhh,” I moan as he runs the tip of his wet finger along the opening of my ass, gently pressing it inward, until it sinks deep into the canal.
The combination of both those acts sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm taking hold of my body. Bradley doesn’t stop; he keeps sucking and thrusting until I’m completely spent. He sits up, cum dripping from his mouth, before his tongue snakes out and captures it before it falls.
“Delicious,” he purrs.
I go to get up, reaching for his boxers to return the favor, seeing how he’s straining against the cotton material. He takes hold of my hand stopping me from removing them.
“No, I plan on fucking you when I come for the first time. Not from you sucking me off. Let’s shower and dress. It’s time for breakfast.” Then he winks. “And I’m paying.” He jumps up from the bed and heads for the shower as I fall back, breathing heavily, still in shock about what just happened.