One of his arms wrapped around me again, and we kissed as his other hand stroked my hard cock. He clawed at my back as he lifted his hip, and my hand slid against his crack. He moaned into me as my finger brushed against him, and we turned on our sides so I could have better access.
His hand was so hot against my cock, and he slid down further and grasped my balls gently as his fingers wrapped around them. He had learned some things in France, and Ishuddered. I nipped at his neck and couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him.
I pulled myself gently back and rolled him over to his back as I took his cock in my hand. It was as pretty as the rest of him – his white skin turned reddish because of all the blood that had now engorged in his shaft. I reached down and took his cock in my hand, and sucked his head into my mouth. My tongue lapped against his slit before I slowly slid down his six inches and felt his helmet hit the back of my throat. It fit perfectly, and I bobbed up and down on him as I tightened my lips. He writhed beneath me as his hands placed themselves on the back of my head, and his fingers grasped at my curls.
I pushed one of his legs further away, and my finger brushed up against his hole as my nose remained buried in his red pubic hair. His moans spurned me on, and I brushed my tongue up and down his shaft before pulling off his cock and rolling him over. He whined as I pulled his cheeks apart and brushed my stubbled chin across his crack.
“Oh… fuck…”
“I am.” I chuckled as I flicked my tongue against his very pink hole.
He shuddered again as my tongue pressed inside. How did the smell of cinnamon fill his entire being? Maybe it was soap? Maybe it was him? But I inhaled his scent – a light musk- and the smell of the bakery filled me as my tongue flicked in and out of him. He was wet with my spit, and I continued pressing my tongue deeper inside him. Then a finger. Then my tongue. Over and over again as, his body writhed with the pleasure I made sure to give him.
Every moment begged for forgiveness about the past that lay between us, and every loving act hoped that it built a bridge for a future that involved him. How? I didn’t know—the unspoken gap between us – a truth that I hadn’t told.
Now wasn’t the time.
“Please… Will you please… ooh… just stick it in me. All I want is to feel you.” He begged, and I slowly pulled myself away from his grasping hole.
I wiggled my cock and felt it slap against my thigh. “You want this.”
“Yes. But first, I want this.”
13
Percy
Ineeded him inside me so badly. I wanted to feel every inch of his wide and massive cock inside me as it stretched my hole beyond anything that it had ever experienced. It was beautiful and large, just like the rest of him. His dark eyes and those fucking black curls made him look like an angel as he teased me with that dick bouncing from side to side.
I crawled in front of him and pushed him backward against the bed. His head hung off the end of the bed as my tongue pressed into his belly button. I needed to taste him. I wanted his cock as far inside my mouth as I could achieve. But first, I wanted more. My tongue licked his abs and up to his brown nipples. His skin was so tanned and perfect in the bright, fluorescent light. How could someone so beautiful be appreciated in the dark? I needed to see every inch of him. All of the dreams I had ever had about him were coming true. It was me he wanted. It was me he seemed to need.
My mind was fucking blown, and my body was throbbing with the heat between us. This wasn’t a want any longer. It was something I would die without.
I licked his underarms and inhaled the scent of him. His wiry hair tickled my tongue as I lapped at his skin. This was hotter than anything I had ever done – anyone I had ever been with. They had never been able to be the one thing I had always longed for – him.
I let my tongue trail down his chest, which was lightly peppered with dark hair that adorned his muscles like some Roman god. I licked his treasure trail. His wiry hair glistened with my spit before I took his large cock back in my hand and slowly licked around his thick girthy helmet.
I sucked onto it and slid slowly down his girth. It filled me with its length, and I took every inch – slurping on it as I savored the taste of him. He grabbed my head and slowly thrust himself into me as I gave myself over to him. My lips tightened as he used me for his pleasure. I was more than willing to be a hole for him, and that was mind-boggling. How quickly things had shifted as soon as he took me to Lover’s Butte. I was stupid, but right now, I was stupid for this – for him, and it was all I could care about.
There were nights of longing and days of hidden glances, which I now knew were between us and not one-sided. The past had slipped into the place it should have always been—behind me—and I reveled in the present and the heat between us as I teared up. This was right, and it had always been what was supposed to happen. The reality I had longed for forever since that night in a stupid tent was happening now.
I almost gagged as his cock slipped further into me, and I quickly pulled back, and he eased off for a moment before I slid him back into my mouth once more. God, he tasted like I remembered after all these years.
“I gotta… Please?” he moaned. “I need to be inside you.”
“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You’re beautiful, Perce.”
“I guess you can call me that now. I mean, I have had your cock in my mouth.”
“More than once,” he chuckled as he rolled me over.
“I was so scared to… you know… back then.”
“We were stupid. I remember how you giggled.”
“I’m not giggling now,” I whispered as he popped the cap on the lube and squirted it onto my crack. He pushed it inside me with his finger. My ass wiggled as he slipped another one in. It felt so fucking good and right. This was the way it was supposed to have been.
