Page 24 of His Dirty Obsession
“Nope, not a stitch. I want to watch you, every piece of you. You’re my obsession, Xavier. Didn’t you know?”
Chapter 10
Ben
Theweekendpassedina blur of dirty kisses and blowjobs. Fuck, but he was hot, and knowing he thought the same about me was the icing on the cake.
He’d come back from his rehearsal hot and sweaty, not having had time to wash. It suited me, and I had no problems joining him to clean off in his shower. Another hand job, and we were both exhausted, falling into his bed and sleeping until the early hours of Sunday morning.
We grabbed some food from the kitchen, Xavier doing as he’d been told and not wearing anything, allowing me to look at and touch his body any time I wanted to. He had no problem with it, shuddering and shivering with each touch. I turned the heating up a degree or two. I didn’t want him getting cool, wanting to see his enormous dick in all its glory, not shrivelling up with the cold. He had no problem with that, though. He was certainly well hung. Even soft, it hung to mid-thigh and my mouth watered every time I saw it.
“What happens if someone visits?” he asked as we sat on the sofa in the lounge eating cheese and crackers and some fruit thrown in for good measure.
“Up to you. Depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. I think I’d prefer it if you covered up, though. You could always leave some shorts by the door in case of visitors.”
“I don’t think I should be the only one walking around naked, though. It’s a little unfair, don’t you think? You get to wear your clothes.” He sucked a grape into his mouth, chewing on it slowly.
I still had some hang-ups about my body, knowing it wasn’t gym ready like his. He didn’t seem to mind my love handles and jiggly bits. I felt self-conscious, but it was unfair of me to ask him to do it and not do it myself.
“You want me naked too?” I asked, interested in his reply.
“Of course I do. You’re sexy. Why wouldn’t you show off your body? In fact, I think you should take these shorts off now.” He tugged at the waistband, slipping his hand inside.
“If we walk around the house naked, we’ll get nothing done. You realise that, don’t you? I’ll need to dress for work, though. No Zoom meetings in the buff.”
“You might get some new clients doing that.” He laughed as he fondled my balls. I closed my eyes and moaned. As much as I loved this idea, it was going to be very distracting.
“We should go to bed. Tomorrow, I have to visit my parents. I’d invite you along, but there’d be too many questions. I hope you don’t mind that.”
“No, I have to go back to the theatre anyway, and I’m not sure we’d be able to keep our hands off each other for long. I want to make a good impression when I eventually meet them at their party.”
“What makes you think we’ll be able to do it then?” I paused, not sure how to say how I was feeling. This was all new to me. My relationship with Dick was nothing like this one. I felt different with Xavier. I wasn’t waiting for him to go back to his room and leave me alone. With Dick, once the deed was done, I wanted him gone, and he was never eager to hang around either. Well, not until recently anyway.
“I don’t, and I’m not sure I want to. I enjoy touching you.” He squeezed the end of my dick, eliciting a gasp from me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this many orgasms in one day, and as much as I’d love to have another, I think we should go to bed. We both have a long day tomorrow.”
Xavier removed his hand, but not before caressing me one more time, his touch gentle this time. I could get used to this.
I stood reluctantly, not wanting to move away from his naked flesh. It was warm and soft and very inviting.
We took our plates into the kitchen, Xavier loading them into the dishwasher. I admired him from behind, salivating, as his dick hung down between his legs.
Temptation, that’s what he was.
Temptation personified.
As if feeling my eyes on him, he wiggled his arse seductively. I was hypnotised and officially fucked over. This would not end well. Lust raced through my body, but I had to be strong. We both needed sleep, and if we slept in the same bed, that was unlikely to happen.
What should I do? Should I politely suggest we sleep in our own beds? Did I tell him I preferred to sleep alone?
I didn’t want to do either. I wanted him next to me, his warm breath on my ear, his strong body against mine. That’s what I wanted.
“Enjoying the view?” He turned to face me, catching me ogling his arse. “You want a piece?”
Did I? Fuck yeah, I did, just not tonight.
He sidled up to me, grabbing my hand, placing it on his arse. I could feel the fine hairs that covered it ticking my palm.
