Page 69 of The Caretaker
“What if it doesn’t work?” he asked, in a voice that even when devastated sounded sensual. “What if you still don’t remember?”
“Remind me anyway. Never stop reminding me of the life we shared before I forgot you.” I backed us up slowly until we’d made it to the foot of the bed. I released the band holding his hair up as he unbuttoned my shirt. Once we were naked, I circled my arm around his waist, hauling him with me as I crawled tothe top of the bed. I then switched our positions so he sat astride me, my hard cock cradled between his ass cheeks.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he said, kissing along my clavicle.
“And I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I repeated back to him. That much I was sure of.
“No?” he asked, and I shook my head. “I’d hoped, but…” His voice trembled now.
“No,” I said, smoothing my hands down his arms. “I’ve been too preoccupied with trying to remember you, with trying to find you.” I hadn’t known it at the time, but Solace was the one my heart searched for. Solace had been the one haunting my dreams and my every waking hour. “My love for you, however unknowing that it was, has kept me consumed these last nine months. There was never a thought of being with anyone else. Not even as a means of distraction, to pass the long and painful hours spent without you. Never.”
Lifting his gaze, he blinked rapidly at the ceiling, then reached into the nightstand for a bottle of lube.
“Do you touch yourself a lot when you’re up here?” I asked, my gaze drifting to the walls lined with photos.
“Too much,” he whispered, color staining his cheeks.
“Did I always love how shy you’d get?”
“Yes,” he said, his flush deepening.
Solace was graceful and submissive, and displayed just the right amount of hesitancy to make having him feel forbidden, to make what we were embarking on stray close to the side of wrong. Everything about him screamed off-limits, first-times, and handle-with-care, even though all of those things couldn’t be further from the truth. Still, I wondered if I would split him in two. Strangely, the combination of it all made me want to.
“You’ll fit,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “You always do.”
His cock was as magnificent as the rest of him. Long, slightly curved, and with a gorgeous pink crown. I locked my fingers around it, the vein that stretched underneath pulsating against my palm.
“God,” he breathed, his head rolling on his shoulders. He bit his lip, and I licked mine in response. As if again sensing the direction of my thoughts, he inched closer, the heat from his ass settling over my navel, my rigid length slipping from his cleft.
Solace lowered over me to whisper into my parted mouth. “You kissed me like you had a point to prove. Like I was a prize you hadn’t already won.”
I kissed him, just like that. Holding him to me with a hand at the back of his head, my other hand still gripping his shaft, spreading his pre-cum over the tip.
Solace moaned into the kiss, chest rising and falling as he fought to keep up, to not be consumed by me. I eventually let him go, my teeth tugging at his bottom lip until it slipped free. He held on to my shoulders to keep from falling over, and his eyes widened, almost in disbelief. He looked undone, and I hadn’t even gotten my cock inside of him yet.
“Like that?”
“Y-yes,” he said. “Like that.”
“What else?” The question rumbled through me, lust guiding me now.
He hesitated, then said, “When I sucked your cock, you didn’t expect me to take it all, but you loved to see me try.”
“Show me,” I whispered. “Let me see you try, Solace.”
He scooted back, his dick slipping from my hand. I spread my legs so he could kneel between them, my cock throbbing and getting harder as he stared it down with equal parts awe and trepidation. I gathered his hair up, holding it aloft as he first tongued away the creamy wetness emerging through my slit,then sucked me to the halfway point where my tip settled at the back of his throat.
“Damn it,” I hissed, stomach muscles bunching as he bobbed and gagged on my cock, attempting to take a little more of me with each downward plunge. His tongue worked my shaft in tandem with the suction of his lips, amping up the friction. And when he dared to breach my hole with his pinky, I almost detonated on the spot.
“Fuck!” I yanked him off me, fisting my base and digging my heels into the bed as I willed the orgasm away.
Solace heaved, as if he’d run miles, my hand in his hair the only thing keeping him steady. His lips were shiny with a mix of saliva and pre-cum, his face covered in tears from the exertion of trying to swallow a big cock and choking on it.
I dragged him up my chest and forced him into a kiss before he knew what had hit him. He struggled to straddle me again, but I was a whirling mass of wind, my current tossing him around.
I took pity on him, gripping his hips and planting him on top of me as my tongue reached and swept inside of him, searching for more of my taste.
“Get us ready,” I ordered. “I need to fuck you now.”
