Page 11 of Lost In Someone

I shake myself out of my stupor and stomp after him. He’s drinking a glass of water, his eyes wary. This moment is pivotal. It’s either the start or end of something that meant so much to both of us. “It was everything to me too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

He snorts. “You don’t need to say that, Ivan. I’ve accepted it for what it was—a great night. It shook me up enough to take stock of my life and make a change. I’m happier now than I’ve been in a very long time.”

Fuck that. “You don’t get to decide what I think. If you don’t like me, or you’re not brave enough to see where we can take this, then man up and say so. Don’t make me the bad person in this.”

A glass clatters in the sink. Then Brodie’s mouth is on mine. His lips are firm, unyielding, and possessive. When he parts them, his tongue touches mine, and all bets are off. I wind my fingers through his hair, clutching his head as I push my tongue into his mouth, and we duel, battling for control as he grips my face.

We tug and nip, teeth on lips. It’s hard and raw and everything I’ve craved from a lover. After what seems like forever, the franticness recedes, and gentleness takes over until we pull apart, panting. Brodie looks wild. His eyes are dark, hooded, his cheeks flushed, and his lips red and swollen. I probably look the same. When I try to move, I find I’m pressed against the counter, Brodie’s hips holding me in place. His erection pushes against my own. When I flex and jut my hips, his eyes go wide. Was he even aware of his dick nudging mine? Instead of stepping back, he tilts his hips and hisses at the friction.

“You like that?” I pull at his hips to grind harder. “I bet I can make you come in your jeans.”

“I’d rather you made me come in your mouth.” He groans and undoes his belt. “I’ve dreamt about you swallowing my load.”

“I better make it as good as your imagination.”

A boldness I didn’t expect comes over me as I pull my zip down and shove my jeans down my thighs. My dick lies thick and heavy in my briefs. Pre-cum leaks copiously from the tip, forming a damp patch.

Ivan drops to his knees and buries his head in my groin, inhaling deeply. I shudder. He looks up at me and mouths my cock through the fabric in a total porn star-style. As he sucks over the weeping head, I run my hands through his dirty blond locks.

“More.” I pant as he traces my length with his mouth and nose, torturing me with his slow, long sucks.

Finally, he lifts his face. “You want to do this here in the kitchen? Don’t you have a comfortable bed we could go to?”

“Really? And I thought you’d be a get-it-where-you-can kind of man.” I smirk and push my briefs down, allowing my dick to bounce free, almost slapping him in the face.

“A bed is always better than kneeling on a hard floor, and if I did prefer that, I would’ve dragged you into the club bathroom and fucked you in one of the stalls. Something I don’t think you would’ve enjoyed as much.”

“Good point, well made, but all this talk is not getting my dick sucked.” I tilt my hips forward, nudging my dick back to his face.

Ivan smirks and, with his eyes locked with mine, licks over the tip and swirls his tongue around the head. I groan and close my eyes, but he pulls back.

“Watch. You’re not going to want to miss this.”

I snap my eyes open and do as he said. He winks and swallows my length to the back of his throat so his nose rests in my short pubes. I moan loudly as I slip my hands into his hair, holding him close, revelling in the exquisite pleasure of him sliding up and down. No woman has given me head like this, like they love it. Ivan isn’t doing this purely for my pleasure, to get me off. He’s taking as much as he’s giving, and I want to be able to do the same. God knows I’m going to choke and gag and have to come up for breath, but if it’s as good as it looks, it will be worth it.

Even if nothing more comes from this other than accepting my newly found bisexuality, Ivan has opened my eyes to a new side of me. I’m not going to let it go.

My balls contract, going tight as my breath hitches and my body vibrates with the sparks going off inside. “I’m gonna come,” I grunt and try to pull free, but he grabs my bum and holds me still.

“You clear?” He pops off. I nod, and he smiles. “Then give me what you’ve got.” He dives back on, and after a few more sucks and some serious tongue skills, I cry out.

My balls ache at the force of my ejaculation as I spew my load into his willing mouth. I watch in wonder as he pulls back a little and sticks out his cum-covered tongue. He keeps sucking and licking until the stimulation is too much, and I squirm away and drop to my knees. I’ve tasted my cum, and while it wasn’t dreadful, I didn’t like it too much. I’ve had girlfriends who didn’t like me to come in their mouths or to swallow, and that’s their right, their prerogative. But Ivan is something else. He licks his lips to capture some that leaked out, seeking the last few drops. I beat him to it, catching them on my tongue, then hold his head in my hands and kiss him. I push my tongue into his mouth, chasing the flavour still left on his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

When we pull back, I sweep the strands of hair that have fallen across his eyes. His gaze softens as he traces my lip with his thumb. We both stand. I pull up my jeans but leave them unbuttoned. “Can you stay?”

The words are out of my mouth before I knew I wanted him here.

“Are you sure?”

“I am. I’ve wanted this from the moment I closed your hotel door behind me.”

“I was gutted when I woke up alone, and that’s not a feeling I’ve had in the past.”

“Does that mean you’ll be in bed in the morning?” I nudge his shoulder, take his hand, and guide him to the bedroom.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to like waking up with you.”

I’ve already closed the curtains in the bedroom, and the lamp on the side table lights the room with a soft glow. Even though I’d thought of him every day, I never really believed I would see him again, let alone lead him to my bed.

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