Chapter 16 #2
A light squeeze of my balls sends me even closer to the edge.
My back arches off the mattress, sheets gripped in each fist.
I’m merely seconds from the peak of pleasure.
He comes up for air.
There’s a naughty grin on his face.
Reaching for the bedside drawer, he finds what he’s looking for.
I feel a slippery sensation along the rim of my ass.
And I hold my breath as a finger eases inside me.
Oh God.
I muffle my groan with a cushion.
We can’t risk being heard.
With every gentle thrust Porter’s finger sinks deeper.
He rests his head on my stomach.
When he takes me in his mouth again, finger still teasing my ass, I don’t stand a chance.
“Too good. Too good... I'm gonna…”
“Shhh…”
My hips tense with each wave.
The pillow absorbs my cry as cum spills onto the sheets.
“I'll wash them,” I promise.
“What?” he laughs.
“I'll wash your sheets, I'm sorry.”
“Get over here,” he smiles. “Forget the sheets. Let me kiss you.”
His lips are tender and patient, arms holding me in a way that makes me feel so safe.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.” My smile can’t be contained. “Better than okay.”
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We try to keep our voices to a whisper, as footsteps creak along the hallway.
“Storm was nasty. Pretty flooded along Mary Street and George.”
Sounds like Franko's voice.
“Truckies are cancelling deliveries until further notice.”
Another voice.
Damien this time.
“Got enough stock to open the kitchen?”
“Nah, probably not worth it, mate. Nobody's coming into the city today.”
“Total crickets out there?”
“Total crickets. Tell the others to take a day off.”
“Got it, boss.”
And then, a thud, thud, thud, down the stairs as Franko returns to his office.
“Got the day off,” I whisper. “Whatever shall we do?”
I have a few ideas.
Bang bang bang.
Someone knocks on the door, pulling us from our reverie.
“Porter. You awake?”
“Fuck,” he mutters, wrestling the sticky sheet to cover me as best as he can.
Damien opens the door without a second knock.
Stumbling across the room, Porter creates a diversion.
He leads him out into the corridor.
“Day off, kid. No deliveries today. Too much flooding.”
“Righto,” I hear him say.
That blokey voice again.
The voice he uses down in the kitchen.
“Better give our country boy a holler.”
Bang bang bang.
I freeze beneath the sheet as he knocks on my door.
What will Damo say if he finds my bed empty?
“Hey... hey... let him sleep,” Porter bluffs.
“Why?”
“He was feeling crook last night. Probably naked.”
An awkward pause as he corrects himself.
“Knackered. Probably knackered.”
He fumbles to change the subject.
“We got power downstairs yet?”
“Nah, mate. Whole street is dark. Franko's gonna crank the generator to keep the food chilled. But I'd say we won't be doing much til the sparkies sort it later.”
“Busy day to be a sparkie, that's for sure,” Porter laughs. “Cold showers too, I guess.”
“Nope, fuck that. I'd rather stink than freeze my nuts off,” Damien groans. “Heard the footy field's still open though. Keen for a game?”
“Pulled a muscle in my leg,” Porter lies. “Better take it easy.”
“Fair enough,” Damo says. “Give us a shout if you change your mind. Probably hit the pub this arvo, if we can find one that's open.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
And with that, he pretends to limp through the door before closing it behind him.
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“Jesus, that was close,” he whispers. “Hope you don't need to pee. Everyone's clearing out soon, but we should probably lay low til then.”
“Lay low,” I nod, lowering the sheet from my face. “Got it.”
“I know it's not ideal, I'm sorry.” He kisses me gently on the lips. “I just... they're not the kind of guys who take it well.”
“I get it…”
“We've gotta keep a roof over our head, y'know? I don't really have the sort of family that I can turn to if I screw with my career.”
I take a minute to let his words sink in.
“Yeah, me either,” I sigh.
Even though I have Beth now, I vowed to keep my nose clean.
She's pulled every string imaginable to create a better future for me.
The least I can do is stay out of trouble.
Or be discrete about it.
“Lay low,” I repeat. “I can do that. On one condition.”
“Which is?”
My hand wanders.
His penis feels kind of similar to mine.
Perhaps slightly more hair down there.
I let it thicken beneath my touch.
“Teach me how to make you... you know.”
“Orgasm?” he smiles.
Yes.
My new favourite word.
His voice is low and soft in my ear.
“You want my cock in your mouth?”
“I want your cock in every way.”
He sits back a little.
Have I said something wrong?
I study his face, running my fingers up and down his back.
A blushing chef.
This is new.
“Porter, I've never…”
“Don’t worry, neither have I…”
I roll onto my side.
“You've never been that far?”
“Not with a guy.”
“Oh. I guess I assumed, because of the way you…”
I’m too shy to look him in the eye as I say it.
“You definitely know what you're doing down there.”
That gets a smile out of him.
“Do I?”
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, falling back against the pillow.
“Shhh…” he hushes. “Don't tell the world or they'll be lining up for favours.”
“Best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I whisper coyly. “So far…”
“So far, huh?”
We wrestle until my bare ass hangs over the side of the bed.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yep,” I grin.
“Knew you were trouble,” Porter says playfully.
“Think I'm a quick learner in the kitchen?” I tease. “Just you wait.”
He tilts his head to check if the coast is clear.
“The second we have this place to ourselves, you're mine.”
As if we can wait that long.
A second pair of shorts hit the floor.
“Get on your back,” I say.
My voice is firm.
The confidence surprises us both.
“So bossy,” he laughs.
Soft kisses trail across his chest and stomach.
Body and soul, we fold into each other.