He pauses and curses softly.
“What is it?” I ask, struggling up onto my elbows.
“I haven’t got any lube.”
“What?”
My dismayed exclamation seems to amuse him for a second, and then he groans. “I didn’t think this was going to happen.”
“Don’t you usually keep it here?”
“No.” He hesitates. “I don’t bring men here.”
Joy is all I can feel for a second, and I can’t conceal it. His mouth quirks wryly as he watches me, one strand of inky hair falling over his pale face. Then he smiles, another wicked one that makes me shudder. “I think I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” I ask warily, but he comes back over me and takes me into his mouth. I cry out, my hands slapping down on the mattress as he sucks hard. The hot, wet clasp of his mouth is like heaven and I dig my heels into the bed, shoving my hipsup and my cock farther into that perfect grip. He lets me do it, his hands everywhere, caressing my hips and chest, tweaking my nipples, and then under me, clenching my arse and squeezing so hard that it will leave bruises. It makes heat sizzle in my spine.
My balls draw up. “I’m so close,” I say hoarsely.
He pulls away to say, “Come.”
“What about …what about you?” I manage to get out.
He slaps my thigh, and I hiss, biting my lip to keep my noises in. “We’ll get to that after you do as I tell you.” He bends back to his task, sucking hard and taking me to the back of his throat.
As I watch, he pushes his fingers in his mouth alongside my cock, and I cry out as he removes them and taps my legs in command. I immediately spread my thighs and pant as he massages the puckered opening. Still sucking, he coats the muscle with his spit-slick, clever fingers—pushing in one and then two and finally three. The stretch is painful after all this time with no sex, but I push into the pain, grunting at the sting of his nail and the blissful feeling of fullness.
He looks up at me, and I swallow hard at the sight of his beautiful face with his swollen lips wrapped around my cock. It’s glistening with his spit, the veins standing out. He pulls back until just the head rests on his tongue. The crown is swollen and purple, and watching me, he taps it against his lips, sliding it over them until they shine with my precome.
“Fuck,” I breathe. He suckles the head again, watching me, his eyes dark and knowing, and then abruptly pulls back and slaps my cock. It’s gentle, but the sting makes my eyes water, and I’m suddenly there. I’m dimly aware of him taking me in his hand, but I’m gone, jetting into his palm as I ride out an orgasm that’s so powerful it makes tears fill my eyes.
Finally, the spurts stop, and I fall back against the bed, shuddering with aftershocks and gasping for breath. I shiver as the cool breeze from the window traces over my body, chillingthe sweat and tickling the sticky marks from his kisses. I force open my eyes.
He’s kneeling between my legs, which are open in an obscene sprawl, and he’s looking at my hole hungrily as if he’s been starving for forty days and now has access to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“You’re so fuckingbeautiful,” he breathes, and I feel my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Now you.” My voice is low and hoarse. “What do you want?”
He shrugs. “You. Always you.” His cock is heavy and hard between his legs, the shaft pale against the dark tangle of his pubes. I watch avidly as he gives the shaft a rough stroke, the veins dark under the skin. He shoves into his fist, his head falls back, and he groans loud and long to the ceiling. With a delicious shock, I realise what he’s using to grease his fist. He’s masturbating with my come.
“That’s sohot,” I breathe.
He gives me an almost feral smile. “I need you,” he says in such a low voice I almost don’t hear him.
“You have me. Come here.” I open my arms as he hovers over me, resting on one arm, as his other busily fits his cock to my opening. Then he stops.
“What is it?” I ask.
He raises his head, his eyes stark and full of something that looks like dread. “Is this still okay?”
I can’t think what he means for a second, and then realisation dawns. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” I say, watching as his head falls forward and he sucks in air. “Mac?” I say and then pause. “What about you?” I say slowly.
“No one,” he says. I relax back into the mattress, feeling the relief flow through me. He cocks his head, that tender expression on his face again. “How could I? No one else is you.”
I open my mouth to say something, but at that moment, he pushes inside me, and the heat rolls back in, obliterating all thoughts.
I throw my head back, moaning in bliss. It’s the only way to describe the feeling of having him inside me after so long. The slide is sweet, slow, and perfect, and I tighten my arms around him and wrap my legs around his narrow hips as he groans his pleasure into my neck. His breath is hot against the sensitive skin, and I shudder as he licks and sucks there. He bottoms out and rests briefly, but I shake my head fretfully.
