Page 12 of Lost In Someone

We undress quickly and clamber into the bed. I’m not sure what will happen next, but Ivan stretches his arm wide, and I snuggle into him, my head on his shoulder, my arm around his waist. With a contented sigh, I look up at him. “This is not how I expected the night to end.”

His chuckle vibrates through his chest. I press a kiss to his pecs and laugh too. “I think that’s the understatement of the century.” He’s quiet for a moment, but he strokes softly up and down my arm, keeping me close in the silence. “So, you’re some kind of fitness guru?”

I snort. “Fitness guru? What’s that supposed to mean? I run a few exercise classes a week and have a running group. Is this about running off the lasagne? I was only kidding.”

“No, I got that. But how come you do that?”

“It’s my job. I’ve worked in fitness all my adult life. I got into it when I was about fourteen. I was a weedy kid getting picked by the other kids. The PE teacher helped me when he found me trying to use the weights after school one day. He showed me how to do it properly and set up a workout programme, including healthy eating. I was determined to show the bullies, and it didn’t take too long to see an improvement. By the time I left school, I was bigger and stronger than them. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t retaliate. Not too much anyway. From there, I went to university and then worked in gyms until I got the job at Well Fit. I worked for them up until a few months ago.”

“You must’ve been unhappy. There’s no way one night can make you give up everything you’ve worked for since you were a kid. Should I feel guilty?”

I look to see if he’s joking, but he’s not. He’s serious. “Of course you shouldn’t feel guilty. We’ve already established it was a great night. The night was eye-opening. I’d got stagnant. There was nowhere for me to go within the company anymore. It was time to spread my wings and find out who I was, who I am. I even went to other gay clubs a couple of times, curious about my reaction to you. I wanted to see if I was attracted to anyone else. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was about you had me so enthralled. But no one else caught my eye, and I left after about half an hour each time.”

“Do you still feel the same way?”

“You’re in my bed, aren’t you?” I pull him down for a kiss. It quickly morphs into more, and Ivan rolls onto me, his arms on either side of my head, supporting the bulk of his weight off my body. My dick gets hard as his thickens against it. “I want you inside me.” I tilt my hips into his.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Have you got supplies, condoms, lube?” I kiss up his neck and nip his earlobe, but Brodie stiffens and lets out a plaintive groan.

“I’ve got lube, but no condoms. Fuck!” He shifts, and I slide off him. He reaches for his side table and pulls out the lube, then grabs his phone and scrolls through it. “I’m clear.” He shows me an email with test results.

“I don’t have my results, but I am too. But we can do other stuff. We don’t have to fuck to get off.”

“I know that. You sucked my brains out of my balls half an hour ago. I’m happy to go without a condom, but it’s your call. I trust you.” He rolls onto me. He’s heavier than me, but the weight feels good. I’ve always loved being with men more than women. I love the solidity of a firm man, the way he can give as good as he gets when it comes to swapping and changing positions.

He trusts me. And I trust him. Do I want to fuck him bareback? Abso-fucking-lutely. Just the thought has my dick throbbing and nudging against him. “Yeah, I want that too.”

And just like that, I’m opening the lube. “Turn around.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want to watch as I sink my fingers inside you, as I stretch you open.” A blush spreads from his neck over his face. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Instead of answering, he smiles shyly and turns around so his back is to me. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why? It’s true. Now get on your hands and knees.” As he does, I kneel up behind him and place a kiss on each cheek, then spread them apart to get a good look at his hole. “Beautiful.” I lick a stripe up over his taint and pucker. The ring flutters under my tongue.

Brodie wiggles. “Fuck, that’s even better than I imagined. Do it again.”

“I’ve created a monster.” I laugh and give his arse a swat but oblige and get back to stretching his hole. Putting rimming high on my to-do list.

After my fingers have got him nice and loose, I flip him onto his back and push his thick, muscular thighs up to his ribcage. He grabs them as I line up my cock. “Ready? You sure about going bare?” I’ve never been so happy I’m regularly tested.

He nods, his eyes glassy. “So ready.”

The blunt head of my dick slips into his arse easily. Good thing I took my time getting him good and ready. Still, I stop and let him adjust to the intrusion. “Breathe, baby. It’s going to feel so good.”

He lets out a whoosh of breath. “I’m ready. It’s good.”

I’ve never been in a man’s arse without a condom, and the sensation, the slick walls, the rippling muscles as I sink deeper and deeper, takes my breath away. “Oh, god, this is good, so, so good. You feel incredible.”

“You do too, but I want more. Give it to me, darling. Give me everything.” His eyes go wide at his endearment. I lean forward so my balls hit his cheeks, and I’m inside him up to the hilt. As our tongues dance, I fuck him with long hard strokes, pulling back so only the head is at his entrance and slamming back in. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build, but I want him to come first and grab his dick. As I pump his cock in time with my thrusts, Brodie screams out his orgasm. Spunk drips over my fist and splatters on his abs as his channel tightens around my dick. I can’t hold on any longer. My cum fires deep inside him as he milks it from me, squeezing every last drop.

Exhausted, I slump over him, my head in his neck as I pant, eager to get oxygen back into my lungs. Brodie slides his hands up and down my back as he ducks his head and kisses me. “So good, so bloody good.”

When I lift my head and peel my body off his, the sticky mess squelches and we both grimace but with smiles on our faces. “I’ll get a cloth.” I kiss him and clamber off the bed, my legs shaking. “You’ve killed me.” I chuckle.

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