I slammed into him, my mouth searching his as I backed us through the doorway and into the apartment. His startled laughter soon turned into a litany of curses as I pushed him up against the door then sank to my knees. Too turned on to take things slowly, I unbuttoned his jeans then slid the zipper down before reaching inside and wrapping my hand around his stiff cock.
My mouth watered at the sight of his precum dribbling down my fingers as I freed his long shaft from his underwear. Looking up, I locked eyes with him as my tongue swept over the head, capturing his pearly essence in my mouth and groaning as the salty flavor of him burst on my tongue. I continued watching him as I ran my tongue along the vein underneath his cock then sucked him into my eager mouth. His face was filled with raw, unapologetic need, His fingers curled into my hair, his grip almost painful in what I knew was a fight to keep himself from thrusting his hips.
I pulled off of him with a loud pop. “No, don’t hold back. If I only get you for this one night, then I want every part of you.”
Miles’ eyes darkened with lust, but there was something else inside his piercing blue gaze. Something that made hope bloom inside my chest. He trailed his thumb along my bottom lip then pressed the tip inside. Swirling the pad over my tongue, he said, “Open wide.”
I shivered at the command in his voice, relaxing my jaw in response. He fed me his cock, easing it in slowly until the head hit the back of my throat. His hands landed on either side of my head and he rocked his hips forward and back. Letting go of the last vestiges of his control, he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth with wild abandon. Saliva leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin, and my throat burned from being used so forcefully. I fucking loved every second of it.
“Stop,” he gasped suddenly, moving just out of my reach. My breathing was labored as he reached for me and pulled me to my feet. “Your mouth was perfect; so perfect, you almost made me come. But I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside you, stretching you with my cock.”
His words sent a shiver of longing down my spine. “Yes,” I pleaded.
“Come on, take me to your room.”
Linking our fingers together, I led him down the hallway to my room then turned to face him. As frantic as we’d both been before, I think we both realized how important this moment was. We were about to cross a line between friends and lovers. It was a moment that deserved to be treated seriously. I was certain, no matter what happened after that night, neither of us would leave that room unchanged.
“Are you—?”
“You don’t need to ask me again, Miles. I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
Miles’ eyes softened as he looked at me and pulled me in for the sweetest of kisses. We took our time stripping each other, savoring the sight of one another in our most natural forms. His body was a work of art, and unlike before, when I’d seen him wrapped in the towel, I gave myself permission to truly look him over, inch by perfect inch.
He took his time looking me over too, and I forced my hands to remain at my sides when, normally, my instinct would be to cover myself up. There was something about the man before me that was different than the lovers in my past, and I realized the difference was trust. Miles was a good man, not at all as I’d originally believed him to be, and I trusted him, not only with my body, but my heart as well.
His whispered words echoed my thoughts. “Do you trust me, Cole?”
“Completely,” I responded without hesitation.
He rewarded me with another kiss that started out gentle, but quickly escalated as our naked bodies came into contact with each other. His hand slid down between my legs and cupped me, his calloused fingers circling around my dripping cock, and I saw stars as he began to gently stroke me. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, his tongue darting out to soothe the burn left behind.
“Do you have a tie?”
“Um, what?” I asked, all my focus consumed by the movements of his hand on my cock.
A low chuckle rumbled up from his chest. “I asked if you have a tie. A regular tie, not a bowtie. Although, we may have to give that a try another time.”
His words sent a thrill straight through me as I heard him talking about there being another time. “Uh, yeah. Yes, I have one hanging up inside the closet door.” Miles walked to the closet and opened it, sliding the black silk tie off the hook. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he walked back over to me, sending a jolt of anticipation through me. He walked around so he was standing just behind me, and my pulse kicked up a notch as I waited to see what he would do.
“Are you okay with being blindfolded?” he asked, his warm breath fanning over my bare shoulder.
“With you, yes,” I answered breathlessly. My guess had been right…he was definitely into blindfolds. Was I right about him liking to tie people up as well?God, I hope I get to find out someday.
“Good. I’m going to place this over your eyes and tie it behind your head. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to take it off, just tell me and it will be removed,” he promised.
I held my breath as he placed the tie over my eyes, turning my world completely dark. I was thankful once again that all of this was happening with someone I admired and trusted so much. I wasn’t sure I could’ve handed that sort of power over to just anyone. In fact, I knew I couldn’t. He was silent for several moments, but I could hear him moving in a circle around me, and I wondered if he liked seeing me this way.
“Fucking perfect,” he said under his breath. “Where do you keep your supplies?”
“In the bedside table drawer,” I answered, thanking my lucky stars that I always made sure I was prepared for any situation. My heartrate picked up speed as I heard him moving around the room, opening the drawer and shuffling around inside. I heard the telltale crinkling of a foil packet and assumed he was preparing his cock with a condom. A few breaths later, he stood behind me again, the warmth from his body soaking into my bones.
And then I heard it…that same, sexy, sultry music we’d danced to at the club, the one that had been playing while we’d put on a show for those other men. I jumped at the unexpected touch of his lips along the side of my neck, but then I sank against him as his hands found my waist and we started to sway. Soon, we were dancing just like we had at the club, only without the annoyance of having clothes between us.
“They’re watching you, watching us together. Those two men, across the room are watching and they’re wishing it was their hands on your smooth skin, their cocks sliding so close to your ass.” His cock was rock hard as it slid along the crease of my ass, and I tilted my hips toward him, desperate for more. His voice was hypnotic, seductive as he continued describing the scene for me.
“They’ve undressed each other now, and they’re waiting to see what we’ll do next, as if our movements alone are the permission they need to touch, to taste each other.”
“Oh God,” I murmured. I ached to grab ahold of my cock, to give it the friction it so desperately craved, but I fought the urge, placing my arms over my head and draping them around his shoulders instead. I was enjoying the erotic visual too much to rush through it.
