Iwoke the next morning as the light, streaming through my window, landed on my closed eyelids, turning everything behind them a bright red. I kept my eyes closed and let the events of the night before replay in my mind.
If a person could die simply from pleasure, then I was sure I would’ve passed away right there in Oliver’s car. The feel of his mouth wrapped around my cock, the things he did with his lips and his tongue; his hand stroking me in time with his mouth, all of it had come together to bring me the most powerful, most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
And it was more than just finally experiencing what it was like to be with a man. It was being with Oliver himself, the way he seemed to know exactly what I needed and when to do it. It was as if we had been together forever and he already knew my body inside and out. It had taken many months of fumbling and asking questions before Gayle and I had hit our stride with each other. The fact that Oliver and I seemed to have skipped all that boggled my mind. Well, Oliver had anyway. I had yet to return the favor, but I wanted to. I wanted to very much.
After I had come down from my high and could actually breathe again, I grabbed Oliver under his arms and hoisted him up in the seat with me. Seeing his pants already undone and his cock hanging out had my flagging cock trying to come back to life, but I ignored it and wrapped my hand around his long slender shaft instead.
He leaned up, his knees on either side of me and began gyrating his hips. It wasn’t long before he began leaking, aiding in the movements of his cock through my tight fist. His hands held either side of my head as his mouth met mine in a wildly passionate kiss. I could taste the remnants of my release on his tongue and I was surprised by how much that turned me on.
Using my free hand, I quickly yanked his pants further down his thighs. Oliver looked at me with surprise and I froze, not sure if I’d crossed a line. A sensual smile spread across his face though and I let out a sigh of relief. He grabbed my hand and lifted one finger, pressing it to my lips until I opened my mouth and sucked it in, swirling my tongue around to wet it. Then he guided my hand to his crease.
“Please, Samuel. I need you to touch me,” he pleaded breathlessly. He held my gaze, waiting to see what I’d do.
I knew what he was asking, but I was worried. Gayle had never been interested in anal play and I’d only allowed myself to explore my own a few times. What if I did something wrong? What if I hurt him? Oliver laid his forehead against mine, his beautiful chestnut eyes so open and honest. “Please, Samuel. You won’t hurt me, I promise,” he whispered.
My hand was shaking as I slid my finger between the tight globes of his ass. Oliver let out a moan as my hand drifted up and down through his crease, letting me know I was doing something right. The sound of his pleasure spurred me on, my movements becoming bolder until I was circling his puckered hole with the pad of my finger.
His hips picked up speed as they rocked back and forth, feeding his cock through my grip. His moans grew louder, and his head flung back, exposing his long graceful neck. The call of all that creamy white skin was too much to ignore, so I leaned forward, tracing its length with my tongue.
His movements started to become erratic and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer so I gently bit down on the soft curve of his neck as I slid just the tip of my wet finger inside him. That set off a chain reaction within him and I watched, mesmerized as he arched his back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Cum splashed over my hand and up my arm and I took over, stroking him through his orgasm until I’d wrung every last drop from him.
Oliver was still trembling, but he lifted his head and watched me through hooded eyes as I lifted my hand to my face. I flicked my tongue out and took a tentative swipe then closed my eyes. It was both salty and sweet and even better-tasting because I knew it washis. I opened my eyes again and held his stare and he bit his lip to stifle a whimper as I continued licking my hand clean.
When I was finished, he threw his arms around me and crushed his mouth to mine, letting our flavors blend together until they were one. The need for air finally forced us to stop, but neither of us were willing to let go. We sat there in his car, parked on the edge of the sand, the windows fogged up and the music playing a slow, romantic song, and I couldn’t think of one place else I’d rather be.
My hand drifted lazily beneath the sheets and circled around my aching cock. It was rock hard from the memories of the night before. I started to stroke myself, but one look at the clock and I knew I would have to wait. I’d lain there longer than I’d realized and if I didn’t get a move on, I’d be late for my brunch with Gayle.
I made my way to the bathroom, being careful not to trip over the stack of boxes I’d left lying in the hallway, just waiting to be unpacked. I’d moved out of the house the week before, as soon as I’d found a decent condo to rent. It wasn’t much, just a single bedroom, kitchen, and bath and a great view of the parking lot. But it was fairly new, didn’t cost me an arm and a leg and was closer to work which shortened my commute.
I just had to keep reminding myself that it was only temporary. Once everything was settled in the divorce then I could start looking for something more permanent, something more my style. Perhaps something right along the beach with a big deck that I could sit on in the evenings and watch the sun setting out over the horizon.
I could picture Brooklyn spending a few weeks out of the summer there, telling me all about her day on the beach as I cooked hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill. I’d listen attentively to her and then smile as the door opened and Oliver walked out, carrying a cold salad of some kind.
My mind halted as I realized the direction of my thoughts and I chastised myself for getting carried away. Just because Oliver and I had shared a few incredible nights together and he’d basically sucked my brain through my dick the night before, didn’t mean that either one of us were ready for a committed relationship. Hell, I had no idea if he was even looking for that at all. I mean, the first night we met, I watched him being fucked by another man. Of course, I was fucking a woman at the same time, so I had no right to judge. Still, I wondered if Oliver had given any thought to what he wanted or the direction we were headed.
I, on the other hand, had given it a lot of thought. I liked Oliver, plain and simple. I liked everything about him and the more time I spent with him, the more I began to care about him. He was so much more than a beautiful face with a killer body. He was quick witted, strong-willed and highly intelligent. His views on politics and religion as well as world events had led to some long and interesting conversations and I’d felt increasingly impressed by him with each one.
If it were up to me, I’d spend all my time with him. But it wasn’t just up to me, Oliver had a say in things too. Not to mention the two women in my life who still had no clue that I was even involved with a man. Brooklyn would have to wait a bit longer, but I’d already decided that I was going to tell Gayle over brunch.
I just needed to finish working up my nerve. It wasn’t that I was worried she’d respond badly, but it still would have to come as quite a shock to find out the man she’d been married to for eighteen years had been hiding such a huge part of himself. Guilt mixed in with my nerves and I hurried through my shower, eager to get the telling over with.
“Why did you knock?” Gayle asked with a laugh as she pulled the door open wide enough for me to walk past.
I shrugged my shoulders. “It didn’t feel right to just walk in anymore. This is your house now.”
Her eyes gentled as she laid a hand on my arm. “The fact that you’re not living here doesn’t make it any less your house. It belongs to both of us. Besides, I’ve already given it some thought, and I think after the divorce is final, maybe we could sell this place. I’d like to find something new, get a fresh start.”
I smiled. As usual, we were in complete agreement. Was it any wonder we had worked so well together for so many years? “That sounds good to me.”
Gayle let out a breath as if she’d been nervous about my response. I followed her into the kitchen where she already had fresh fruit and homemade cinnamon rolls on the table. She set to work scrambling some eggs while I poured us each a glass of orange juice.
The under-cabinet television that I’d bought her three Christmases ago was turned on to a home improvement show. Gayle never could stand for things to be too quiet, always wanting some form of background noise. I was sure being in that big house all by herself would’ve driven her crazy if she couldn’t have either the TV or radio playing.
As I carried the glasses over to the table, the local station cut in with a breaking news alert and Gayle and I both turned to watch. Another body had been discovered that morning in an alley behind a strip mall. Like the others, the young man was in his early twenties, thin, and good-looking with blond hair. He appeared to have been strangled to death.
“Jesus. That’s the third one,” Gayle whispered. I glanced over at her, but then directed my attention back to the TV.
They cut to where a spokesperson from the police department stood in front of a podium, looking haggard and stressed as several journalists vied for his attention. I wondered idly if that was his usual look or if he was just succumbing to the mounting stress of his job. A few seconds later, I could understand why he would as he went on to explain the similarities in each case and that they had enough evidence to believe that they were dealing with a serial killer.
