5. Chapter 5
Chapter five
Micah
Detective Inspector Lennox has a nice cock. I don’t know why I am surprised. The rest of him is very nice to look at. A handsome, mature, manly man. With eyes that have seen far too much but are still kind.
I’m on my knees for a good man. A good-looking, good man.
I’m not usually so lucky.
I wet my lips and lean a little closer. It’s a thick, girthy cock. Uncut, with a juicy vein running along the underside. The dusky color is alluring. As is the clean smell.
May my days of gagging on unwashed cocks remain firmly behind me.
I give him the tiniest of kitten licks. He shudders. The clean, salty taste of him seeps into my tongue. I’m going to enjoy this.
My nose brushes against his neatly trimmed pubes. I like the way they look. They suit him, and tell me that Lennox takes care of himself, but in a no-nonsense, practical way.
A flutter of nerves tingles through me.
That’s odd. Why am I nervous? It’s not like I don’t know how to do this.
Maybe it’s simply his attractiveness getting to me. I planned to do this for reasons, and now I’m here and finding out that I really want to, it’s throwing me off.
It’s fine. I can cope. I can do this.
I take a deep, calming breath. I stick my tongue out and give him a proper lick. A broad one with all of my tongue, all the way from his root to his tip.
He inhales sharply, and the sound makes my cock twitch. I move back down and lick him again, tracing a slightly different path up his cock. He is warm and silky, and I find myself humming happily.
When I reach his tip, there is a bead of precum waiting for me. I lap it up eagerly, savoring the salty taste.
My lips wrap around his cockhead. My tongue flicks over his slit. Slowly I work my way down, lips rolling over his shaft as more and more of him slides over my tongue and deeper into my mouth.
His hand runs through my hair. A gentle, almost reverent touch. Normally I’d be annoyed at having my hair messed up, but this feels good. Like praise and reward and all things nice.
His cock glides into my throat, filling me completely. His pubes tickle my nose, and a burst of bright pride sparks through me. I have taken all of him.
He gasps. His hand tightens in my hair and then relaxes, as if he’s controlling himself and remaining respectful. It’s almost a shame. I liked the brief sting on my scalp. I wouldn’t mind Lennox pulling my hair, and isn’t that a surprise?
My palms rest on his thighs. They are trembling. Because of me.
I pull off him a little, just enough to be able to suck in some air through my nose, then I’m back down, swallowing around him, letting the soft wet walls of my throat squeeze him.
He grunts, low and deep. It’s better than any music I have ever heard.
My head bobs, up and down, to an ancient rhythm. Like the beat of a heart. Primal. Independent of thought or reason.
He’s hot and heavy. Stretching my mouth, giving my jaw a delicious ache. Rubbing over my tongue, fucking my throat.
His hips start to dance. He tugs on my hair, trying to give a warning, but I want to swallow.
His cock swells and throbs in my mouth. Thick ropes of cum spurt down my throat. I hum with pleasure.
Then suddenly I’m being pulled to my feet and his lips are over mine. He is kissing me deeply and surely testing himself on my tongue.
He groans and kisses me deeper, hands cradling my face as if I’m something precious. And just like that, I’m melting, sinking and surrendering into the kiss, into the feeling of being wanted and cherished and not just a hole to fuck.
Men don’t usually desire kisses from me. But Lennox does.
My arms wrap around his neck. I cling onto him.
Cling on to this feeling. My cock is so hard it hurts and my entire body is sparking and lighting up with desire and lust and hunger.
I want. I want Lennox with a passion that burns.
I didn’t expect this. Didn’t plan for this. But I’m welcoming it with open arms.
In a tangle of feet and limbs, we are stumbling toward the bedroom. Hands are yanking, buttons are being fumbled. Clothes are scattering.
The mattress rises up to meet us as we fall naked onto it. Lennox’s skin feels divine next to mine. Hot and dusted with dark hairs that almost tickle.
His lips leave mine. He kisses my neck. His lips are soft and generous.
His kisses down and down, creating a path to my chest. He kisses a trail to my nipple while I squirm.
Then his scalding, wet tongue flicks at my peaked nipple.
Pleasure sparks through me. My head falls back.
He flicks again and again. Then he nuzzles, sucks my nipple into his mouth and suckles.
His hand tweaks and pulls my other nipple, and I’m writhing and gasping, cock leaking onto my stomach.
His lips move over to my tweaked nipple and kiss it softly before kissing down and down. All the way to my belly. His tongue traces a circle over my belly button, and I nearly laugh.
That’s a new feeling. Feeling light and easy, as if laughing would not only be okay, but welcome and intimate.
Who is this man, and what is he doing to me?
He reaches my cock and I have half a second to suck in some air before he is devouring me. All the oxygen I just breathed in is expelled as I cry out wordlessly.
His mouth is so tight, so wet, and he is sucking as if his life depends on it.
Oh. My. God.
My entire body is alight with pleasure. Every molecule is singing with joy. My heart is pumping euphoria through my veins. Obscene noises are pouring through me.
Mouth still working my cock, Lennox’s hand caresses up my thigh. His fingers drift to my hole, and find the plug I’ve been wearing all evening. I left the loft with it in. I was dancing with it in. I could feel it inside me when I was flirting with Lennox and telling him I was a bottom.
He makes a deep noise of appreciation. A low rumbling sound that vibrates around my cock and causes me to gasp.
He tugs on the butt plug, and I moan. His head bobs up and down on my cock, soft lips forming a tight seal and giving amazing friction and pressure, all while he teases me with the butt plug, tugging, pushing, wriggling. Fucking me with it while he sucks my brains out of my cock.
My orgasm is building and building. Gathering force like a hurricane.
With a depraved sounding pop, Lennox pulls the plug out of me, leaving my ass empty.
I whimper a protest, and two broad fingers slid into me. My eyes roll back. My fingers twist in the sheets. Oh fuck me, that feels so much better than the plug.
My legs spread even wider. My hips lift off the mattress. He ignores my wordless pleas and continues to slowly, diligently fuck me with his fingers while treating my cock like his favorite lollipop.
He works a third finger in, stretching me exquisitely. Sparks flash behind my eyelids. My balls tighten and lift. A heavy sensation grows at the base of my cock.
Suddenly, everything stops. There are no lips around my cock. No fingers in my ass. No Lennox at all.
I open my eyes and blink. How does focussing work? I don’t seem to be able to remember.
I blink again, and Lennox swims into view. Standing naked by the foot of the bed, holding his trousers up and rummaging in the pocket. He pulls out a condom, drops the trousers.
He flashes me a grin. Then he places the foil wrapper between his teeth and rips it open. I watch transfixed as he holds the base of his very hard cock with one hand. He rolls the condom down his length with swift, sure movements. His fingers are nimble and his hands are large and strong.
I swallow thickly. I think I nearly shot my load just from watching him put a condom on.
He opens a sachet of lube. Smears it almost nonchalantly over his condom covered cock. He must have felt how much lube I shoved up myself for the butt plug to keep in place, so he’s clearly a man who believes that there is no such thing as too much lube, and I wholeheartedly agree.
He climbs back onto the bed, causing it to dip. His eyes are still kind, and it makes a different kind of heat flush through me.
He kneels between my spread legs. Picks my legs up and places them on his shoulders, bending me nearly in half.
He notches his cock against my wet and open, waiting hole. He pauses, looks me in the eye.
“Okay?” His voice is hoarse.
“Okay!” I agree, and then realize that it’s true. This is very, very okay. It’s not a chore or something to endure. It’s wonderful.
Lennox holds my gaze. His hips move,pushing his cock slowly inside me. Easing himself in gently, carefully. Taking his time. Prolonging the stretch and burn.
It’s a taunt and a tease. A torment of the most incredible kind. Inch by slow inch I’m stuffed and filled until he is all the way in.
He pauses, breathing heavily. Allowing my insides to adjust.
I concentrate on breathing and fighting the urge to move my hips and fuck myself on his cock. He clearly knows what he is doing, and I’m very happy for him to take the lead.
Suddenly he moves. A gentle, barely there shift of his hips, a tiny slide out and a small glide in. Rubbing deliciously inside me. I cry out and see stars.
He thrusts. A bigger movement this time.
He changes the angle ever so slightly and thrusts again. Then he adjusts his position and thrusts again. His eyes are fixed on mine.
I gave him a sultry look and make a pleased sound. But what is he doing?
Lennox alters my position by the slightest of fractions. His cock pulls out a little, pushes back in. He kneels closer, pushing himself deeper.
He thrusts.
Fireworks explode in my mind. My lungs stutter and an unholy wail pours out of me. My entire body undulates, tries to lift off the bed to meet him.
Holy fuck. What was that?
Lennox nods. A short, brisk gesture of satisfaction.
Then he moves. Keeping that exact angle he worked so hard to find. And I’m yelling and screaming and having a full-on spiritual experience.
Lennox slows down, and I sob. He speeds up and my vision whites out.
He plows me deeply. Then shallowly. Then deeply again. I have no idea what my body tells him or how, but he reads it. He starts railing me with the exact tempo and depth that feels otherworldly. While simultaneously, relentlessly, hitting that spot he found.
I scream, a full-volume, no-holds-barred scream, as an orgasm burns through me, lighting up my soul like a supernova.
Lennox keeps fucking me. He fucks me through it, maintaining the same rhythm and depth. My body trembles, shakes, clenches and spasms. My orgasm renews, crests again, or maybe I’m cumming again, I can’t tell.
Lennox grunts. Groans. He falls still, sheathed in me to the hilt. He shudders.
I open my eyes and find him still looking at me. I watch his eyes darken as his orgasm storms through him. It’s enough to nearly make me cum again.
Then I’m alone on the bed. He hasn’t collapsed on top of me. He’s not squishing me with his weight.
He’s padding off to the bathroom and I think he is dealing with the condom instead of chucking it on the floor.
That’s quite something.
I’m wheezing. Panting. Sweat is starting to cool on my skin.
Lennox comes back into the bedroom with a towel. He smiles at me, warm and soft. Then he climbs back onto the bed and starts cleaning me up with the towel. It’s moist with warm water and his touch is gentle.
It’s my very expensive Egyptian cotton face towel, but I’m far too touched by the gesture to tell him that. I can always buy another one.
He diligently cleans me and then returns the towel to the bathroom. He comes back and lies down beside me with a deeply contented sigh.
My heart thumps against my ribcage.
The sex was incredible. Mind blowing. But this, this is even better.
I want this. I never knew this was an option. I had no comprehension that this was a thing. Now that I know, I need it.
I need to keep Lennox.