Page 19 of His Dirty Obsession
I helped him change the sheets and watched as he slid beneath them, snuggling down into the duvet.
“Ooh, cosy,” he said, throwing back the covers on my side. “I won’t bite, you know.”
More’s the pity. I didn’t mind a bit of that now and again. Dick had never been into it, but I’d experimented with some guys that liked it. Maybe it was something I could bring up with him?
I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. This might just be a one-night stand for all I knew, and as soon as we got up the next morning, we’d be back to landlord and lodger. We should have never crossed that line, but there was no point dwelling on it now. Water under the bridge, as they said.
I climbed in next to him, turning off the side lamp he’d put on when he came into the room. I’d barely got myself settled when Xavier scooted over next to me, throwing his arm around my waist and nestling into the crook of my arm.
“Cuddle me, Ben. I’m a hugger and a cuddler. Just thought I should warn you.” He sighed contentedly, and before long, his deep, even breathing told me he was asleep. I wished I could do that. On any normal night, I’d be asleep fairly quickly, but the images of earlier played in my mind like a movie. Each groan and murmur, every lusty look he threw my way and the way he’d come, spraying me like he’d never done it before.
That image would stay with me for a while. At least I hoped it would.
I felt myself drifting, though, and before long, I slept. A deep, refreshing sleep, no doubt brought on by the orgasm that had left me boneless and wanting more.
The next morning, I woke with the soft feel of Xavier’s mouth on my cock. I had to give it to him, he could suck cock, and within minutes, I was nearing my release. He worked my shaft with his hand as he sucked me, bringing me to the edge.
He pulled off with a pop.
“Fuck, Ben. You sleep like the dead! I’ve been at this for a few minutes. Thought you’d never wake up.” He engulfed me again, taking me to the back of his throat in one.
Fuucckk!
He pressed me back down to the bed as my hips bucked, his other hand rolling my balls. I was seriously going to blow any minute, and when he let go of my cock and sucked my balls into his mouth in turn, I was almost gone.
He hummed around them, the vibrations shooting straight to my dick.
“Jesus, Xavier, make me come already.”
“Jeez, someone has no patience in the morning.” But he did as I asked and went back to his sucking, working my dick at the same time.
I lifted my head from the pillow to see he was now on his knees, his other hand frantically wanking that monster cock of his. God, it was a sight to behold and just watching him had me blowing my load into his mouth. He drank every drop before moaning at his own release, rope after rope spilling from him, coating his hand and the clean bed sheets.
He lifted off me, my spunk leaking from his mouth, before making a huge show of swallowing it down.
“Mmm, delicious,” he said, licking his lips. “Wanna taste?” Before I could answer yes, he descended on me, taking my mouth with his in a rough kiss. The taste of me still lingered on his lips.
I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. I couldn’t get enough of him, and we battled for control, breathless with need and want. If I could, I’d have gone again, but we needed to recover before either of us could be ready. And I wanted it, over and over. That itch became an incessant gnawing at my skin. I wanted to scratch it until I was raw.
I finally released him, and we broke apart, our breaths laboured.
“Anyone ever told you what a great kisser you are?”
“They haven’t, but I’ll take the compliment. Looks like we need another shower and to change the sheets again. You come like a geyser, but then I’m not surprised, looking at the size of it.”
For the first time, his confidence slipped, and he backed off the bed, walking to the en-suite. What did I say? I followed him, grabbing his arm before he could turn on the shower.
“What did I say wrong? Talk to me.”
He shook his head, shrugging from my grasp.
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”
“It does if I said something wrong. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t. Well, you kind of did.” He looked at the floor, seemingly embarrassed. “I’m just conscious of how big it is. Most men would think it’s great to have one like this.” He knocked it with his hand. Even soft, it was impressive. I almost snorted. I’d love one that big.
“Is that not a good thing?” I was a little perplexed by his comment.
