I lifted and captured his mouth in a blistering kiss I’d been dying to steal since last night. Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I dragged him closer and rolled him over, deepening the kiss. My tongue slid into his mouth and tangled with his, wringing a moan out of him as he melted like he always did when I took control.
Some barely awake part of my brain argued that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I didn’t care. Last night had left me wanting to hold him, touch him, claim him. He’d been struggling alone for so long, pushing his body and mind to the very breaking point. But yesterday, I’d stepped in and helped him. I’d not only gotten him clean, fed, and rested, but I’d helped him to create. He’d smiled again. He was relaxed and cracking jokes. I’d done that. No one else.
Wasn’t it right that I took the next step? There was no one else who could make him cry out with pleasure.
I broke off the kiss and dragged my mouth down his cheek to nibble on his jaw. “What do I have to do so that you play that nocturne for me alone?”
“Fuck me,” he panted. “Fuck me, and I swear I’ll only play that song for you.”
“Done.”
Blankets were shoved aside violently, and our sleep pants removed in a flurry of limbs. A hiss slipped out between my clenched teeth as my hot skin met his. I could never get enough of touching him, of taking in every glorious inch of his body. He was as perfect as his skill on the violin. He made me feel clumsy and awkward, but all my hesitation and indecision fell away each time I made him moan or whimper.
I licked and sucked a path along his chest to his hard, leaking cock. The tip was bright red and begging for my attention. I circled that plump head with my tongue before slowly takinghim into my mouth. The flat of my tongue caressed his long length as I savored the taste of him. He groaned and made a couple of shallow thrusts, nearly hitting the back of my throat.
“Not this way,” he whined. “Don’t make me come this way.”
I bobbed twice on his dick and then allowed him to slip from my mouth completely. “How do you want to come?”
“With you inside me. You have to be fucking me,” he panted.
That was my preference too. I twisted and dug through my nightstand until I came up with a condom and some lube. I set the condom aside and squirted some lube onto my fingers. Stretching him was becoming one of my favorite things to do. It gave me a chance to watch his expressions as his body slowly opened for me, welcoming my invasion with every stroke. His damp red lips parted on a gasp, and his cheeks flushed. Unshed tears sparkled in his eyes as they refused to move from me. Pressing his head into the pillow, his neck arched, and he swallowed hard, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Everything about him was so sexy.
He put a hand behind his knee, pulling his leg to his chest, opening himself up even more. But that was Simon. He threw himself into whatever he was doing, even if he was scared or unsure of himself.
I snatched the lube and squirted some on his neglected cock. “Stroke yourself,” I commanded.
Simon nodded and grabbed his dick with his other hand. A long, low moan rattled up his chest as he slowly moved his hand up and down his dick.
“Pierce. Please, Pierce. Hurry. I’m so close. Need you,” Simon cried out.
Any thought I might have had about torturing him or extending this for even a bit flew out of my head. My hands were trembling as I picked up the condom and fought to roll it down my aching dick.
With my teeth clenched and one hand clutching the base, I carefully pushed against his stretched hole, forcing my way in. He flinched, and I froze, but he sped up the hand on his dick and his body relaxed, welcoming me with each shallow thrust, pulling me in. Hot muscles gripped and massaged my cock. He felt so fucking good. I loved being inside him, loved listening to the sounds he made as I moved in long, slow strokes, filling him so completely, making him mine.
I bent and captured his slack mouth in a kiss, my tongue imitating the movements of my body. Simon whimpered, his muscles tightening. “Is this what you needed, baby?” I kissed my way to his earlobe and tugged on that tender flesh with my teeth. “You need this thick cock in you?”
“More,” Simon choked out.
“More slowly?” As I spoke, I decreased my pace and made each thrust incredibly shallow, tormenting both of us.
“No!” Simon howled, and I chuckled in his ear. “Evil bastard. Fuck me hard. So hard. I want it deep and hard.”
Without saying a word, I plunged hard into him on the next thrust. His cries shifted from pleasure to ecstasy. He wrapped his arm around me and dug his heels into the mattress, thrusting upward to meet me, slamming our bodies together. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t shivering and breaking apart beneath me.
Moving so that I was on my knees, I withdrew from him completely. Simon squawked in complaint, but I immediately flipped him onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees before plunging into him again. The angle was right, and all his cries of pleasure turned into a stream of desperate curses and pleading. The slap of our sweaty flesh beautifully accompanied Simon’s cries, while his skin glistened under the dim lamplight.
I held on to my orgasm even as my control frayed. Nothing had ever felt so good. His cries of pleasure were the sweetestmusic. The feel of his body was pure heaven. And then he shattered under me, his body pulsing and squeezing as he lost himself. I tumbled over right after him, shouting his name as I filled the condom.
As my head cleared from the orgasm, I gathered up the last of my strength to wrap my arms around Simon and roll us together onto our sides, my cock still buried deep inside him. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and nuzzled my face into the side of his neck, wanting to soak him in as much as possible while I had time. Too soon, reality would creep in, and that horrible voice would start bellowing about what a disgusting person I was for clinging to him like this.
“Are you okay?” My voice was rough from shouting and sleep. Tingles stretched from my toes up my legs. No orgasm had ever felt so good.
“If my body never works properly again, I’m totally fine with it.”
I huffed a weary laugh, wishing I could lie here with him and drift off into sleep. Yesterday I’d left a message for Marie to cancel my meetings for the rest of the week, that I was taking some time off for a personal emergency. I had no obligation to rush out of bed and prepare for a meeting. I could lounge here soaking in the blissful feeling of holding Simon.
“Ugh. But I’m a mess, and I can’t stay here like this. Your bed is also a mess.”
