Page 9 of His Dirty Obsession
“Sometimes we get carried away. I know I have a time or two.”
Yes, I remembered the time he was referring to. That same morning in the same room.
“Richard has moved away, so it won’t be happening again. I can guarantee that.” I changed the subject again. “Tell me about this new role. Did you have to strip at the audition?”
“No, thank goodness, and I don’t have to in rehearsals at the moment, but soon, they said. I have to have lessons. Some guy that’s been doing it for years is coming in to show me and the other guys how to do it. He used to be in some group that did the rounds at hen parties. I can’t say I’m excited, but a man’s got to earn a living.”
“I know all about earning a living, but I do it with my clothes on.”
“Not all the time. I’ve seen you, don’t forget.”
And here we were, back to a conversation I was desperately trying to get away from.
“I told you, it was a one-off, not likely to happen again.” I picked up my cup and walked over to the dishwasher, placing it inside, rattling the racks. I needed to escape the kitchen and get back to work. I didn’t hear Xavier walk up behind me, so I was shocked when he reached around me, placing his mug on the top rack. A ghost of a breath by my ear and words I never thought I’d hear from him.
“Shame that. I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.”
I stood up straight, my mouth open wide, and watched as he walked from the kitchen as if he hadn’t just said that.
His words plagued me for the rest of my day. I couldn’t get them out of my head, couldn’t forget the touch of his hand, and my thoughts ran wild. What would I do if he let me?
He’d left the house shortly after dropping that bombshell, and I’d struggled to concentrate. I was horny as hell, and if it hadn’t been for the back-to-back meetings I had, I’d have been up in my room; lesson learnt, dick in hand, rubbing one out. The urge to do so had only got stronger as the day had gone on as images of him, again on my bed, ran riot in my head. I was in a permanent state of arousal by lunchtime and knew I had to do something about it.
Finishing my last call, I ran upstairs to my bedroom, remembering to lock the door behind me. I had half an hour before my next meeting. There was no way I’d last that long.
What would he be prepared to do for me? Would he open himself up for me, or would he want me to do it for him?
My trousers and briefs landed in a heap on the floor, and I lay on the bed, pulling my T-shirt up to my chest, reaching for my dick. Having Xavier in my bed would be a dream come true. I’d worship his body, lick every part from the tips of his toes to the very tip of his dick. I’d pay careful attention to his balls, sucking them whole into my mouth, one at a time, all the time gazing into those stormy eyes, watching them widen with pleasure.
I’d flick and bite each of his nipples, make him moan, but I wouldn’t stop there. I’d rake my nails down his naked flesh, marking him, before soothing the marks with my tongue. The images of what we could do raced through my mind like a film. Picture after picture, groan after groan, and all the time, I worked my own cock.
Faster and faster until my balls tightened, then slowing things down, wanting this to last longer than the minute I was heading for. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed the lube, squirting it just on the very tip. The cold liquid ran down into my pubes, and I threw the bottle to one side. As I jerked myself, I slowly coated my dick with the lube. I loved playing with just the tip of my cock, quick squeezing movements, my foreskin closing over the end, before running my fist down the shaft. I alternated, bringing myself closer to the edge before backing off.
I loved being edged and wondered how Xavier would react to it. Would he love it too? That moment when you thought you’d come, just to be denied repeatedly, until eventually, I’d allow myself the pleasure of my release. I was close now. I could feel my orgasm building, and my body tensed, waiting for that inevitable outcome.
I glanced down at my cock, its purple head straining, ready to explode, and then I was there. A loud shout left my mouth.
Oh, God, yes. Rope after rope of white, sticky come coated my stomach. The first spurt had reached my chin, and I flicked out my tongue, licking at the warm fluid, savouring the taste. Once again, my thoughts went to Xavier and how he would taste. Would it be salty? Would it coat my throat as it slid down?
I squeezed my dick, draining it of every drop. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was breathless from the effort. Loath to get up off the bed, I just wanted to sleep. My limbs felt lifeless and weak. I was a sticky mess, though, and needed to get cleaned up before my next meeting.
Five more minutes, then I’d get up. I’d just close my eyes for a moment.
A loud banging on my door woke me.
Where the fuck was I? More to the point, how long had I been asleep?
I looked down at the now dried cum on my shirt and stomach. What a mess!
“Ben! Are you in there? Your phone’s been ringing non-stop for the last half an hour. Everything OK in there?” Xavier’s dulcet tones reached me through the door, his deep voice resonating around the room.
“Erm, yeah. I’m just coming. I must have fallen asleep.”
Climbing from the bed, I tore the shirt from my body and threw it in the linen basket before going to wash up in the en-suite. I checked the clock on the way, realising I’d been asleep for over an hour.
Damn it! I’d missed my meeting.
I slipped on some fresh clothes and rushed to open the door, thankful now I’d remembered to lock it. Xavier would never enter my room without knocking, but the thought he could have done sent a thrill running through my veins.
