Page 28 of Rocking the Receiver
Frozen by his initiative, my arms don’t budge, stuck on the side of my body, as if this wasn’t the all-clear first I’ve been waiting for. My heart is pounding nonetheless. One of his hands reaches into my hair and gently pulls on it. The other unzips my winter coat before settling on my lower back. Wiggling, I don’t resist his sweet assault.
So much for having good intentions and putting my hormones on hold. If this is what he needs, I’m all for it.
Swapping spit, we smile into the molten kiss. The delicious friction of our tongues paired with his enticing ministrations are a perfect appetizer. I groan. Devouring his mouth, I ignore my throbbing semi. I melt into him, but he wrenches his lips from mine.
His pupils are as dilated as mine must be. “I’ve missed this, so fucking much,” he pants. We lock eyes. His hand skids down to my ass and squeezes. Finally, my hands are everywhere. “I’ve missed us, babe.” My pulse trips on itself. Boyfriend? Babe? What’s next? “I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t.” He gasps. “I want to feel alive again.” His plea guts me, but it’s delivered with such hunger that I quickly recover. “Only you have the power to do that.” Holy shit! My heart swells with pride. “If you’re still on board, that is.”
“Hell, yeah!” As if I’d ever say no to that. I should probably tell him that he isn’t quite himself, and we should wait. But I’m a selfish bastard. Instead, my lips steal a sloppy kiss to seal the deal, and I blindly moon-walk towards the bed.
Oh, so slowly, we shed each other’s clothing with each step, lip-locked, only stopping to clumsily toe off our shoes. Skin grazing. Horniness skyrocketing. Expectations soaring.
The back of my calves hit the edge of the bed when we’re down to our skivvies. I plop down on the bed without further ado and lean on my elbow. My gaze takes a slow perusal over his pale freckled skin. There are so many. Everywhere. And taut muscles I yearn to lick. My mouth waters at the view. “Oh, God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Right back at you.” He pulls on his covered erection, eliciting loads of wicked ideas. “How have I waited so long?” At once, he pauses, then raises his index finger. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.” My brows furrow. WTF? He can’t be having second thoughts, can he?
Checking out how perfectly his boxer briefs showcase his assets, I hear his warning loud and clear. “Don’t you dare move.” As if…
Instead, I watch him disappear into the entryway. A latch and zipper noises follow. Seconds later, heavy lidded eyes gauge my reaction when he tosses a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms on the mattress. “Supplies,” he unnecessarily blurts out as I shiver in anticipation, stealing a glance at the ridge of his impressive erection.
This is real, I remind myself, my clogged throat finally able to relax and swallow. I’ve fantasized about him. I’ve dreamed of seeing his dick. I’ve jacked off to the thought of pounding into him.
Rupert must be a fucking mind reader: He strips, exposing his glorious nakedness, and strokes himself for good measure. As if he wasn’t hard enough already. Red hot!
I curl my index finger to coax him to join me on the bed while I hastily ditch my undies. “You really thought this through!” My dick is already leaking precum. Damn, now is not the time to blow my load.
He pounces on the bed, whispering, “I like to come… prepared.” His tall figure covers mine. His enticing familiar scent overwhelms me. His mouth peppers me with open-mouth kisses, tormenting my nipples with his teeth.
“I’ve done my homework, you know.” My cockiness conceals a slight lingering doubt. “Can’t mess up, right?” I ask myself aloud, then shake my head. “Nah, shouldn’t have a problem making you come.” His zealous mouth molds against mine for another quick taste.
“Good. Look, I trust you, Elliot…” Hand snatching our erect cocks, he tugs on them, licking his appetizing lips. “I’m sorry, though… I aimed to take good care of you and go slow for yourfirst time … But I’m… you… I want you too much…” His voice comes out ragged. “I will let you do whatever you want to do to me later.” With that, he coasts down my body, engulfs my length, and gives it a good suck.
Holy shit!
With an audible grunt, I arch my back so he’ll take more of me. The tip of his tongue circles the tip of my cock. He releases me with a pop before switching places with me. “Just speak up if you need direction at any time.” I kneel between his spread legs and watch him position himself. Soles on the mattress, he adds a pillow behind the small of his back to grant me better access. “I’m all yours. Get that gorgeous cock of yours inside me.”
Kissing, licking, nibbling, I comply after squirting a generous amount of lube on my fingers. Using one at a time, I work him over, rather impatiently since I can barely manage to control my urges.
“So good… Yeah, right there…” He writhes under me, proving that I’ve hit that special spot. The one every gay guy raves about. The one I haven’t been acquainted with, so far. The one he will hopefully explore with me.
Way back, I did admit my extremely limited experience without disclosing that I was reserving most of my firsts for my dream guy.
Enthralled, I watch my three fingers go in and out of him, loving how he shamelessly fucks them. “Mmm…” he grumbles.
“You’re so fucking tight... I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t. Fuck me before I come all over my stomach, babe.” The term of endearment twists my stupid heart. I revel in hischoked voice that sounds more urgent than cajoling. “I want the burn… Feel you for hours once we’re done. I want you sobloodybad.” Oh, hisBritishnessis showing, interesting. His unfocused eyes and ruddy cheeks show that he’s already too far gone to put up much resistance anyway.
Who am I to deny him? This is empowering.
Taking a big breath, I suit up, lube up and kneel in front of him, gripping my aching cock. Anal was always the real test. I’ve heard some guys don’t enjoy it at all and stick to other activities that I can’t wait to discover with him. I tease his entrance. I’m about to fuck Rupert Smith. My fantasy guy. My spank bank favorite. My boyfriend.
“Don’t hold back!”
I inhale deeply. Unable to comply with his demand, the head of my dickcarefullyenters him. I halt, allowing the insane sensation to sink in. Holy shit, this is beyond my wildest dreams, and we’re just getting started. I wasn’t nervous per se, more like expectant. Just like when I enter the field.
Digging my fingernails into his silky skin, I blink at him and gasp before I go any further. Rupert slightly rocks his hips towards me, and my whole body convulses. My thighs are quivering. My heart is hammering. My ego is bruised.
The most earth-shattering orgasm overtakes me, and I can’t help but cry out a strained, “Oh,meeerde!” A mixture of elicitation, surprise, and shame.
