Page 53 of Lost In Someone

“Maybe we should’ve lived in my house,” I grumble. “It’s much closer to the pub.”

“But then I wouldn’t have time to tell you all the things I’m going to do to you when we get home,” Brodie whispers into my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

“I’m listening.”

“Hmm, where to start? Maybe slowly stripping you naked, kissing every inch as it’s uncovered.” By the time we get home, I’m ready to blow my load.

As the door closes behind us and Brodie clicks the lock, I push him against the solid oak, plunging my tongue deep into his mouth. My body pressed to his keeps him in place as I tangle my hands in his hair. Brodie matches me with his fervour, his passion, as he nips on my lips and sucks on my tongue.

I need more of him and grapple with his belt buckle and the fly on his jeans. They fit so snuggly on his arse I have to shove my hands down the back to push them down. I sink to my knees, pulling the fabric with me.

Brodie’s hands dive into my hair and hold on tightly. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Choke on it. I want to be in your throat.”

God, he’s so fucking hot.

So what’s a man to do? I lick from the base to the tip, close my mouth around the wide mushroom head, and suck. Brodie groans and tightens his grip on my hair as I swirl my tongue around his glans and dip into the slit, teasing his pre-cum out.

“More,” he groans as if he’s in pain.

Not wanting to disappoint, I deep throat him, taking him to the root and swallowing around him. I hold for as long as I can without taking in a breath. As I pull off and gasp for air, Brodie yanks me up. His strength always surprises me. “I don’t want to come yet. Let’s get upstairs.”

“Or the sofa, which is nearer.” I waggle my eyebrows and jerk my head towards the living room.

“Nope, bed. I want you stretched out when I ride you.” The fire in Brodie’s eyes as he pushes away from the door captivates me. I do this to him.

He drags his jeans back up but only far enough to allow him to walk. The crack of his arse is still on show as I follow him up the stairs. “God, I love your bum.”

He chuckles and gives it a wiggle. “Then I will keep doing squats for the rest of my life.”

When we get into our bedroom, he pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. “Um, clothes?”

“We’ll get there.” He leans down and kisses me so deeply the tingles go right to my toes.

By the time Brodie lowers himself onto my cock, my whole body is as tight as a bowstring, and I’m panting to control my orgasm. The feeling of being inside him is like nothing in the world. His tight channel grips me and drags me in deeper as he slowly rocks his hips. Brodie’s eyes are closed as he moves so sensually, drawing as much pleasure from me as I am from him. I never thought I would love the intimacy of a lover I know everything about. I always thought the thrill was the flirting of the initial taste of someone new. That it came from having fun and walking away, keeping nothing but the memory. That the risk of losing someone you love with everything you are was the reason I didn’t make more of an effort to find my forever person. The pain of losing my dad and the grief my mum went through was enough to keep everyone at arm’s length.

Until Brodie.

Brodie has given me so much more than I ever thought I wanted. That loving someone this hard was worth the effort, the risk of pain if it ended. I can’t imagine a time I’ll regret loving him, because everything we’ve done, everything we’ve shared, has made my life so much richer, so full of love and laughter and safety.

Right now, I have a beautiful man losing himself in the sensation of our lovemaking. I grasp his hips and thrust up hard, taking it to the next level. Brodie lets out a debauched groan as he grabs his cock and pumps his fist up and down the rigid length. With a twist of my hips, I flip us over so I’m above him. He cups my nape with his free hand and draws me down for a scorching kiss. Our tongues spar for dominance.

Brodie pulls away from my mouth, arches his back, and tips his head back. The sinews in his throat are taut as he cries out and his cum spews from his cock, painting his chest and stomach with ropes of sticky release. The muscles surrounding my dick clamp down tight, drawing me deeper, milking my climax from me. I groan, my teeth clamped together, gripping his hips tighter as I bury my dick as far inside him as possible.

I never want this feeling to end, and it never has to.

Ivan’s cock softens inside me and slips free, separating us. I miss the fullness not just from his cock but also from his love, the connection we have when we’re locked together. His eyes clear of the orgasmic fog, and the blue returns as the inky black of his pupils diminishes. He smiles so softly my heart contracts. My love for him is painfully deep. He’s worth the loss of my parents. He’s worth everything. If I ever lost him, I would break irreparably, but it would be worth the pain just to have known love as deep as this exists.

Ivan kisses me, rolls to the side, and flops onto his back and his head on the pillow. With his eyes closed, he lets out a little chuckle.

“What?” I twist onto my side.

“I never thought being edged could be so much fun, but be warned. I’ll pay you back for that.”

“Bring it on, big boy.”

The cum drying on my stomach itches, and I grimace. “I’m going to jump into the shower to clean all this off.” I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, wincing a little at the twinge in my arse, but it’s an ache I’m more than willing to bear.

“I’ll join you.”

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