Page 27 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Eighteen
Ben
The moment Gavin’s hands froze on my body, I knew he figured out what I was trying to tell him before. The revelation was clear on his face as his eyes and fingers remained stuck on my tattoos and scars. I didn’t know what to expect at first. If it was David, he would have been angry and full of rage. He wouldn’t have taken me in his arms the way Gavin did.
The moment my face was buried in his shoulder, I took in his sharp, comforting scent, sending waves of contentment throughout my body. When he rubs circles into my skin, it relaxes every part of me. I want to tell him everything about David, about why I flinched away when he came near me. I can’t though, not yet. I’m not ready to mix the bad memories with these wonderful moments I share with Gavin. That world will only ruin this one and I wouldn’t let it. I want to continue to act like David never happened.
Every time his name came out of my mouth, I felt like he was winning. I wouldn’t give him any sense of importance in my life. Gavin doesn’t need to know about David. Not today. I take Gavin’s hand in mine, enjoying the way his large fingers made mine seem so small. He stands from the couch easily when I pull him up, the wood floor creaking beneath his heavy feet as I drag him to my bedroom.
I throw my body on the bed, crawling backward on my mattress with a devious smile on my face. Running my eyes up and down his perfect body. He doesn’t have a six pack, but his body is still sculpted to perfection and I love the way it felt against my smaller frame when we were on the couch. I spread my legs apart on the bed, giving him the perfect view of all of me. “How do you want me, Papi?”
He releases a low growl. “On your knees, face resting on the pillow, and ass arched up in the air.”
I quickly flip around with a fast racing heart. Pulse pounding loud in my ears when I feel the bed dip behind me. The space between my legs becomes filled with Gavin’s body and he places the palms of his hands on the globes of my ass, massaging each cheek before spreading them apart. I almost want to tell him not without a condom and lube as my memories flood back to when David took me dry without preparation. I also want to tell him I haven’t bottomed since David and didn’t know if I could, but I remain quiet, clamped up against the bed.
Not wanting to relive the pain again, I’m ready to yell out Red. My fear dissipates when his warm tongue swipes at my seam. Unintelligible sounds escape my lips and my body shifts closer to his mouth. He chuckles, the warm heat of his breath against my skin teasing my hole. “What’s your color, baby?”
“Green,” I say In a raspy tone.
He lightly presses a finger to my hole, and I push back against it needily. “Yellow.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
I glance back at him and then back at the sheets before finally letting the words slip from my lips. “I don’t want to stop, but I’m not ready to go any further than this, not yet. Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay, Angel. Thank you for using your colors.” His smile is wide with pride, sending a thrill through me.
“This still okay?” he asks, making the care and thoughtfulness apparent in his voice.
I nod with enthusiasm. “Green.”
Chuckling, he spreads my cheeks further apart with his fingers before burying his face between them, licking and sucking at my pucker. The speed of his tongue increases making me moan into the pillow, with my hand reaching for my aching cock. He pushes it away.
“No, that belongs to me and me alone. Keep your hands at your sides at all times and don’t cum until I give you permission to.”
I release my grasp around my shaft at his words, loving the way his deep sultry voice seeped into my ears like a flowing stream of water. I lay my arms down by my sides, grasping the sheet with my fingers. Knowing this could stop anytime I wanted, gives me a sense of control; all I had to do was say the magic word which was nowhere in my mind right now. My face buries further into the pillow and my body shakes uncontrollably when his hand begins stroking my cock. I shake as his fingers move up and down my shaft and his tongue continues to fuck into me. It becomes too much, and I bite my lip, fighting against my body’s frustration.
It only takes a few more strokes of his hand and the words, “Let go and come for me, Angel,”to have me coming in spurts against the white sheets, sending me far up into space surrounded by a cascade of spinning stars. He releases my spent cock and my body collapses against the bed the moment he lifts his body off the mattress. My head is spinning from orgasmic bliss as I slowly come down from my own personal heaven. A flicker of light brightens my bathroom and a murmur of water runs from the sink before everything becomes quiet. Gavin is standing in the doorway smiling at me with his beautiful naked body on full display. HIs smile is contagious, and the corners of my lips are slowly tugging upward to mimic him.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come lay next to me? It’s getting cold over here.”
He laughs. “I thought maybe you’d want to clean up so I can take you to dinner. Then we can come back, and I can keep you warm all night long.”
My arms stretch outward, touching the headboard with my hands. The room dims with the sun setting outside the nearby window. “I guess we could do that; food does sound good right now.”
I roll onto my back, enjoying the soft feel of the mattress beneath me one last time before crawling out of bed. “You may want to get dressed too. Pretty sure you can’t take me anywhere like that.”
He walks toward the living room to where we left our clothes scattered on the floor. “I have a feeling it will take me way less time than it will take you.”
I pull open my drawer, not wanting to wear the same clothes Alex touched when he pressed his body against mine. My pink and white striped shirt slides over my body effortlessly. The material is so thin, you can see my piercings through it. I nearly lose balance tugging on my jeans when Gavin steps back into the room, trailing my body with his gaze. He is right, he did get dressed faster than me. I pull on a thin pink sweater from my closet before taking a glimpse in the mirror, checking my makeup.
My lips are still pink and swollen and there are red marks on my skin from Gavin’s stubble. I love seeing the evidence of Gavin’s kisses. Gavin’s face appears behind me in the mirror and his arms wrap around my waist, swaying my body with his. “We should probably talk about what this means for both of us and exactly what we both want out of this relationship.”
My eyes become distant from his in the mirror, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Preparing for him to say we aren’t on the same page if I tell him what I want first. “Okay. What does this mean to you, Gavin, and what do you want from it?”
He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Everything.”
I turn my body around, my nose touching his. “I want that too.”
