Chapter Twenty-Three Rome #2
And then I became ravenous. Over the hurdle of something new, I suddenly wanted to become an expert.
I used my hands to pull him up so I could press my face deeper into him.
My tongue and mouth tried to devour him, darting inside and out, running the stubble of my beard on him.
He gyrated beyond my control as if he could move just right to get himself off.
My dick oozed with precome. I tugged off my sweatpants and boxers as a ribbon of white decorated the covers.
All I needed to do was stroke myself once or twice and I would be done.
I could eat his ass all night. It’s all I wanted to do. I loved the way he moved, the way he moaned, at just my mouth pleasuring him.
“Please,” Alex pleaded, his words muffled in the pillow. “More, Rome. Give me more.”
I pulled back, then grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. I slicked my fingers and his hole, then guided my index finger in up to the first knuckle. Alex grunted, pushed his ass against me.
“ More ,” he demanded.
A second finger. I worked at his ass, gently going in and out as his body moved with me.
After a few pumps, I added a third finger.
He mumbled something that I assumed was positive.
I leaned forward and pressed the entirety of my weight against him, my chest to his back, as my fingers stayed inside him.
“How do we do this?” I asked. No sheepishness now. My tone was confident, but questioning. Just give me direction coach, and I can take it from there.
“You wanna face me, or…?”
“Whatever is best for you. I want you to be comfortable.”
He rolled us, then rolled himself more. We faced each other, both on our sides.
My fingers came out as he found the lube and poured a healthy amount over my cock.
Then, he hooked one leg over my hip and shimmied up higher.
Our faces were level and his ass hovered just over me, though we remained on our sides. The position felt awkward…
“Trust me,” Alex said. “This is easier for me. Kiss me.”
I did as he demanded. He reached down with a free hand to grab the base of my dick.
A rush of pleasure hit me as the tip of my cock probed his hole, now loose from my work earlier.
He sighed into my mouth and his body shifted in a way I didn’t quite recognize until I realized he forced himself to relax. To open up.
My dick plunged into him two or three inches. I gasped. So tight. Heat. Friction.
“Alex,” I said, not to grab his attention, but just to say his name.
“Kiss me, Rome. Kiss me.”
My tongue slipped back into his mouth. He lowered himself deeper onto me. I groaned into his throat. Just being inside him, unmoving, would be enough for me to come.
He didn’t go all the way down. Not that I expected him to. Halfway was more than enough. We lay there for a few minutes, kissing, letting his body adjust. Finally, he gyrated up to the tip of my dick, then shimmied back down.
Oh. Oh, oh, oh .
Wasn’t gonna last. No one had been able to take me like this. The pleasure flooding my system… I couldn’t think straight.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered into his mouth. We had stopped kissing at some point. I reached a hand down to wrap around his dick and moved when he moved.
Up and down. Heat bloomed in my chest. In the dark, I saw Alex with absolute clarity.
Beyond the ecstasy in his eyes, I saw something more.
A light burning just for me, for this moment.
I had never connected with someone like this on any level.
I could never with anyone else again. I knew that with certainty.
Knew that this moment would stand beyond time.
“I love you, Alex,” I said. The words left my lips before I could stop myself.
“Rome,” Alex said carefully. “I love you. I love you. So much.”
“Love you,” I repeated. I thrust my hips now. Alex had worked himself enough and I wanted to take part. Although I could move myself in a way that triggered everything just right.
“I’m gonna…” I couldn’t finish my words.
Kissing again. “Love you,” Alex mumbled between our lips. “Love you, love you…”
Heat built up in me, a torrent of pleasure that caught fire.
I couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to stop it.
My thrusting increased as Alex’s words turned to moans.
I groaned as I pumped only a few more times until my cock burst with come inside him.
I thrust as I yelled into his mouth. I felt him come into my hand. Both of us screaming from pleasure.
Thunder. Finally.
I emptied inside him as he decorated my chest with come. My dick continued to pump as my vision went white with another round of lightning. Every millimeter of my skin tingled, as if to join in the celebration of what we just accomplished.
In the clouds. High above our bodies. Flooded with a pleasure I had never known.
I’m not sure if I even breathed for a few heartbeats. At some point, I took in a breath as I remembered we were still in bed.
Alex’s chest rose and fell as he kissed my face, whispering amorous words.
The room cooled as sweat covered our bodies like dew settling at twilight.
We continued to come down as we kissed gently.
I didn’t want to pull out, as if disconnecting from him meant we’d never do this again.
He seemed to read my mind, staying as he was.
We rotated so that he was on his back, legs spread wide around me, letting me stay inside him as we kissed and kissed.
You’re everything to me , I thought.
Eventually, Alex moved in a way that gave me the hint. I pulled out gently, then lay beside him. We were both on our backs, hands locked together, as our breathing returned to normal.
I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed the back of it. He rolled to face me and ran his free hand across my chest.
“So. You love me, huh?” he said playfully.
I snickered. The seriousness of our lovemaking suddenly bursted and I was okay with it. “With all my heart.”
“Good,” Alex said. “Because you have all of mine.”
That seemed to renew something within me. I rolled atop him, another deep kiss. My cock hadn’t fully softened from earlier, but it stiffened further.
Alex’s legs opened and wrapped around my waist, ready and willing again so soon.
Our night never ended. We stayed up until dawn. Our second time was much slower than the first. Our flesh became one, hearts beating in sync. I love yous whispered as punctuations to paragraphs of endless pleasure. He was everything to me, and I to him.