Me:where are you?
Please be okay.If anything happened to him I’d never forgive myself.
There’s no reply, and after several minutes I start to worry. That’s when the front door opens and he steps inside, dressed in his black skater skirt with the roses on it and his black cropped hoodie with the mesh sleeves. His hair is tousled and his cheeks flushed, but I don’t think it’s from the weather. I tense when he slams the door hard enough the mirror on the wall rattles. His shoes come off next, landing with a thud, and then he’s turning and glaring at me.
“Charlie—” I start, moving towards him, but I stop in my tracks, stunned by the words that come out of his mouth.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
“What?” I say after several long seconds. His gaze hasn’t wavered and it’s unnerving. I’m shaking as he steps closer. My blood is rushing to my ears and my heart pounds against my rib cage.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” he repeats, his voice stern. “I know you want to. You’ve come close half a dozen times but then you don’t do it. What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid.” My voice is barely a whisper as he steps closer, only inches from me now. How can he not hear how erratic my heartbeat is?
He narrows his eyes and steps closer still, until our chests are almost pressed together. “Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not,” I growl back, my voice more steady this time, more firm, though my heart is still racing.
He clenches his fists, his gaze steely, and stomps his foot on the floor like a fucking child. “Then for the love of god, kiss me, damn it!”
His back is against the door seconds later, and he’s moaning into my mouth as I pin him in place. He grunts as his fingers card through my hair and I devour him, my tongue sliding down his throat. Oh, Charlie. My Charlie. I can’t get enough of him. He’s everything. How did I go so long without tasting him? His lips are soft and his hands are everywhere. He’s intoxicating. He tastes like strawberries and sunshine and all things sweet. My body is on fire as his hands roam over me, and the most delicious sounds pour from his thick, beautiful lips. I’m drunk on his moans and whimpers.
Fuck. I pull away, breathing heavily, and stare down at him. His pupils are blown wide and his chest rises and falls as he stares at me. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is wild. I fucking love it. He looks amazing like this.
“Wow,” he breathes, like he can’t believe what just happened. Like he’s stunned that I actually did what he told me to. Honestly I’m not sure I can believe it either. I don’t know what we’re doing, but I do know that now that I’ve tasted him, I can’t stop.
“Satisfied?” I ask, my cock throbbing. Thankfully, he shakes his head.
“Not at all.” Then he’s pulling me back to him and jumping up, wrapping his legs around me. Fuck yes. I grip his ass with one hand and his neck with the other, my arm around his back as I press him against the door again. Our tongues tangle violently as we suck and moan. I’m so fucking hard. I feel his erection pressed against me and it’s fucking delicious. I want him so badly. I need him. I’ve tried to be good but I just can’t do it anymore. And when he speaks again, that’s all I need to hear. My lips find his neck and he gasps as I suck on the tender flesh, his head tilted back to grant me access.
“I need you.” It’s a plea, his eyes so earnest as they meet mine. I pull him away from the door, my cock pulsing with need and my heart pounding, as I carry him down the hall and to my bedroom. Our mouths stay locked on each other’s as I lower him to the bed. His legs are still wrapped around me, his skirt falling up around his hips. Why is that so fucking sexy? I don’t know, but I do know that I want him in this outfit while I take him.
I lower myself and grind against him and he lets out the sweetest sound. Something between a whine and whimper. It’s fucking music to my ears.
His head falls back and his moans and whimpers fill the room as I rut against him, pressing kisses to his neck and jaw. “Papa Bear,” he whispers, making me shiver, “yes, oh god, yes, please, more, I need more.”
I stand and slide out of my jeans and underwear while he lifts his hips and slides his briefs down and off, tossing them to the floor. His gaze lands on me and it's so intense it makes me shiver. My cock is red and angry and leaking obscenely. I’m almost embarrassed, but when I look back at him I’m utterly speechless. His skirt is pooled around his hips and his gorgeous hard cock is on display for me. He’s utterly sinful this way.
He reaches for me, and even though I still have my shirt on, I go to him and kneel between his legs. His dick is perfection. Long, slender, and pale, with a prominent vein running up the center and nestled in a thatch of ginger-colored pubes. He’s cut, unlike me. But the best part is the dozens of freckles scattered about. My mouth waters and I want to get it on every single one of them. I want to lick them, suck on them, kiss them. They’re so fucking cute. I’m especially fond of the one on the very tip near his slit. The purple and pink head is so pretty, precum leaking out the side and sliding down his shaft. It twitches as I stare at it, and goddamn if that’s not the sexiest thing in the entire fucking world. His chest rises and falls, his stomach sinking in.
I surge forward and press my lips to his, kissing him fiercely. He grunts, but kisses me back just as eagerly. I make my way down his neck, to his collarbone, moving his shirt aside, sucking and licking on his skin. He throws his head back and moans.
“Oh, god, yes, please, more,” he cries. I lift his shirt and slide my tongue over his taut nipple and he cries out, his back arching. “Fuck, Papa Bear.” My body shakes and my cock throbs. Every part of me wants to get my mouth on his cock. I want to press my lips to his bare length, but I can’t. I can’t have my mouth on him. Not for two and half more months. Not without a condom between us anyway. We have to be extra careful until he gets retested. God this is frustrating. I growl at the thought and suck hard on his nub, making him grip my back and shout.
“Fuck!” He’s writhing under me and I can’t get enough. That smooth, pale skin that I’ve wanted to get my mouth on for so long is finally mine. I nip and suck and bite my way down his torso, leaving my marks on him as I go. I blow on his cock when I reach it and he trembles.
“Condom.” I don’t recognize my own voice when I say it. Charlie’s pupils dilate and his cock twitches. Fuck. I’ve never been this hard in my life, so full of desire for someone else. I reach into the bedside table and pull out two. One for him now, and one for me later. I hand it to him and he tears it open, sliding it down his shaft. The moment he’s covered I bury my nose in his groin and inhale. Fuck, his scent is so heady. He gasps and I feel his fingers curling into my hair as I breathe him in, nuzzling his cock, pressing kisses to his hard length and then licking along his shaft as he whimpers and moans, his belly rising and falling. He tries to plant his feet against the bed but it doesn’t work. He’s falling apart, babbling senselessly as I pleasure him.
“Nggg,” is all he manages, and it’s so fucking hot, my cock is leaking like crazy. My comforter is going to be a fucking mess when we’re done, and I must be losing my mind because I don’t fucking care.
I press my lips to his and he melts underneath me.
Then I take him in my hand and stroke him. I’ve never touched another man’s dick, but this feels so right. His cock twitches in my hand and his eyes roll back in his head as he moans for me.
“Yes,” he mutters. “Oh, god, yes. Just like that, Papa Bear, so good.” I groan as I continue to stroke him, the feel of his rock hard cock in my bare palm is euphoric. The idea of him ejaculating for me, seeing him reach the peak of his pleasure, watching as he comes and his cock pulses, his spunk shooting out of him, watching him lose control, god I want that so much.
I slide my thumb over the slit because I know how much I like it, and he shakes. I press kisses to his jaw and neck, leaving marks there as well.
