17. Wyatt #2
He whimpered as I touched the waistline of his chinos and tugged the button free. He let out a groan when I carefully pulled the zipper down. A knot formed in his throat momentarily when I yanked him free of both his pants and underpants with a hungry huff.
He was glorious. And he was all mine for the time being. The veins on his cock were a blue mosaic that begged to be felt with every part of my body, and I didn’t waste another second.
I wrapped my lips around his bulging pink crown and suckled on the sweet juices that leaked out of him.
His fingers combed through my hair and pulled gently at me as I slid down his glorious thick cock, and my eyes rolled back behind my head.
I’d never tasted anything so damn sweet. I was immediately hooked on him and didn’t want to let go until he gave me every delicious part of him. Until I could feel his decadent load down my throat.
“Fucking hell, Wyatt!” he whimpered, pulling at my hair a little harder, but I couldn’t blame him.
My mouth was wound so tight around him my cheeks caved in, and I could feel his veins pop out even larger, his cock turning even hotter the more attention I gave it.
I couldn’t help but touch myself, but as soon as Ari noticed, he pulled me up and pinned me against the bed so he could return the favor, even though I didn’t need it.
He slipped a finger under the elastic of my briefs, and my cock burst out as if it had been desperate for release. My throat scratched as he wrapped a hand around me and shoved me in his mouth. My vision turned lighter.
All I could see was him. All I could feel was him. I never wanted to feel or see or hear anyone else but him.
He used his fingers, tongue, and lips so masterfully I threatened to spill all my secrets right down his mouth. I had to physically hold on to the sheets under me as if I was going to fall down hard if I let go.
With each bob of his head, each moan that emanated through me, each twist of his fingers he turned more of me upside down until I was certain this was nothing but a dream I was going to wake up from.
And like any good dream, I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. Before the bubble burst and I had to return to the grueling reality.
“I want to feel you inside me, Ari. Please.” My voice was alien.
It had been so long since I’d heard it come out so needy and vulnerable. I’d buried that part of myself so long ago I barely remembered what it felt like.
“What?” He popped my cock out of his mouth and glared at me, and even though I should’ve been embarrassed or at least take pause and think through this, I just glared back at him.
“Will you please fuck me?” I pleaded with him.
Ari visibly swallowed and nodded slowly before returning to his previous job, only this time he used one hand to probe at my hole, to stretch my untrained muscle, to explore and prep it for the main course.
“Check the drawers for condoms and lube,” he said after a few moments that felt like hours of bliss, and I obeyed like a good boy.
I opened the bedside drawer I hadn’t dared touch all this time, and I was pleased to find both.
Ari took the lube, and I unwrapped the condom. A thick wet coolness lit up my nerves around my hole, but Ari wasted no time to slide it in, to use it to his advantage and push more fingers inside me.
I took the opportunity to touch his cock again and slip the condom down his generous length and then adjusted my position in bed so I could lift my legs a little higher, open them wide on either side and allow Ari easier access.
The moment he slid inside, I lost all control. I forgot my name, my age, my whole damn self and gasped so loud. I didn’t care if I was heard. I watched as he eased himself inside me, and my stomach pulsed out of control.
I clenched myself, making the connection between us even tighter, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the load that shot out of my neglected hard cock and pooled around my stomach.
I bit my lip and looked Ari in the eyes, apologizing and feeling him throb bigger inside me.
Gosh, it had been too long, and this felt sinful. It was so fucking good being filled.
He smiled and dipped a finger in my cum and brought it up to his tongue slowly, a fired-up expression on his face that made me gulp. It made me forget how to breathe. Especially when he repeated it over and over again, feeding on me as he pounded my ass harder and faster with each passing second.
“Goddamn, Ari. You’re gonna make me cum all over again,” I groaned.
It seemed to spur him on if anything. He bent down all over me, his hands on either side of my head and looked into my eyes as he slammed in and out of me with such precision and skill one would think we’d been practicing it for decades.
“Fuck!” I mouthed, no longer any voice left to speak with.
His eyes seemed to flicker, and his moves turned a little slower and more unsteady.
“I’m close,” he panted, and kissed me as I felt him come closer and closer to absolution.
And with him, so did I. I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him as his body shook and thrummed before he collapsed on top of me.
“I…this…fuck!” he mumbled.
I laughed, hooking my finger under his chin and lifting his head so I could experience the ultimate heaven while looking into his eyes.
And somehow, like that, I was lulled to sleep, with his weight on top of me like a comfort blanket and our naked bodies tangled as if one.
Beep. Beep.
Something vibrated, and I opened my heavy eyes. Immediately, I closed them again as the light filtered in through the window, so bright it blinded me.
I turned to the side, finding Ari sleeping on his front, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I thought I’d wake up to regret this, but how could I regret him? How could I regret the peace of heaven we’d created together on this bed?
Perhaps…maybe I could have more. Perhaps we could carve out a little paradise here, on this island, with Ari, just for us.
Would that be so bad?
When my eyes had adjusted, I turned to find the source of the vibration, and I saw the phone on the bedside table.
I picked it up and tried to check the source of the noise, but the phone felt strange in my hand. A little bigger. A little thicker.
Because it wasn’t mine.
But on the screen was a message. The noise that had woken me up. A message that made my heart feel like it had shattered in a million pieces in a matter of seconds.
Evan
Good morning, baby. I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you and that I love you. X