Page 50 of Putting Down Roots

“Please don’t do that, sir.” His mouth quirks at “Sir.”

“I thought I told you to strip. Do it! Or do I have to come and do it myself?” I’ve never tried role play before, but it’s making me horny as hell. I want to strip for him.

“Sorry, sir.” His mouth quirks again and my already hard cock pulses. I waste little time removing all the clothes I’d put on only a few minutes previously.

While I undress, he produces a sketchbook.Fuck, is he going to draw me?Now my body feels like an inferno. I stand there while he rakes his eyes up and down my body.

Eventually, he tuts.

“It’s no good. I can’t have any of the statues with erections. I’m going to have to do something about that.” Putting down the sketchbook, he rises and comes over, before dropping to his knees in front of me.

I’m so turned on that the work of his lips and mouth make quick work of me, and it isn’t long before I’m spilling into him.

As he stands back up, he says,”Show more restraint next time.”

“No chance, if you keep talking to me like that.” His face lights up with the dazzling smile I love so much.

“I do want to draw you, though,” he laughs. For the next hour he makes me strike different poses while he sketches me. He’s quick, so I don’t have to keep each position for long. It’s difficult to stop myself from getting aroused though, especially as every time I glance over at him, he’s biting his bottom lip. That lip that had been wrapped round my cock a few moments ago.

At length, he puts down the sketch pad.

“Do you want a drink?” He pours some wine. I do and I’m getting hungry. I flop down on the blanket next to him and take the proffered glass.

“I think you’re overdressed,” I say.

He looks at me, this time deliberately taking his bottom lip between his teeth. He drops his eyes and looks at me from beneath his lashes—he knows my weakness.

“What are going to do about it?” He challenges. I need no more encouragement.

Putting down my glass, I crawl over and sit astride him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him, sucking on that delectablebottom lip. I push his hoodie and t-shirt up. He raises his arms, and we break off kissing long enough for me to push them up over his head and pull them off his arms. I continue kissing him whilst reaching for the button on his jeans. I pull them off him, kissing down his chest, his stomach, and planting a big kiss on his cock, whilst he kicks his jeans off the rest of the way. I crawl round to his head and kneel over him. As he reaches for me, to guide me toward his mouth again, I lean forward and take him in my mouth. I can barely concentrate on what I’m doing, whilst he’s sucking me off at the same time. My head is dizzy with the feel of it. The dual sensation of blowing him whilst feeling his mouth sliding up and down my cock, his tongue pressing over my end, is almost more than I can take. His cum hits the back of my throat, which triggers my own release. It’s mind-blowing fuckery.

Afterwards, I gather him to me and pull a blanket around us. Neither of us speaks for a while—neither of us wants to break the spell. But I want to tell him how I feel. I want to make this evening special.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I start. “When you smile it’s like you’re my pole star, something to orient myself to. A fixed point to know who I am in this universe. Thank you for giving me that. I love you Luca.” I’m certainly not expecting him to declare his love back. I know that Luca’s path has been, and still is a lot more difficult. I’ve found it relatively easy to accept who I am—who I always was—and can shrug off the past like a bad dream. But I’m not the one with nightmares. So my heart melts when he turns to me.

“When I met you, I was drowning. I still am in some ways, on some days. But you’re my anchor, Jackson, my solid rock to clingto—to know that the storm will pass and you’ll be there. I love you, J-bear. Please, always be there for me?”

“I will.” I assure him, and pull him closer.

It’s my stomach rumbling that breaks the spell, and Luca laughs.

“Eat. I brought loads of food.” We feast on sandwiches, sausage rolls, olives, and wine. Then Luca hands me a box I recognise from the bakery. He has one too. I don’t know when he planned all this, but it means a lot to me that he went to the trouble.

“I got our favourites.” He smiles. In his box is a cupcake with purple frosting and rainbow sprinkles. In mine, chocolate and coffee with caramel frosting.

“They’re perfect, and you are perfect.” I place a kiss on his lips before tucking into my cake. Afterwards, we drink more wine and snuggle together under our blanket as we watch the sun go down and the stars come out, adding another blanket when it gets colder.

“Which one is the pole star?” Luca asks, and I point it out to him. Seeing how it’s the brightest star in the sky. We drift off to sleep, still naked under the midsummer sky.

I wake to the feeling of Luca’s fingers playing patterns over my skin. I don’t let on that I’m awake, but keep my eyes closed and enjoy the sensation. I can tell it’s still dark, but dawn’s not far off. I know I have morning wood, and I can feel where Luca’s hands are going. As he drags his fingertips across my hip, it tickles. I squirm and my cock bounces—Luca giggles.

“Cheeky,” I mutter.

“Me?” He pretends to sound hurt. “I haven’t been the one pretending to be asleep for the last few minutes.”

“There’s no fooling you, is there?” I open my eyes to his smile in the half light.

“Want to make love as the sun comes up?” I ask.

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