Page 73 of True Sight
We manage to keep ourselves together as we walk through the garage and ride the elevator up to his floor. We even manage to smile politely at one of his neighbors who steps into the elevator as we get off. Somehow, we manage to keep our hands to ourselves all the way down the hallway until we reach his front door. But all of that self control vanishes as soon as he turns the deadbolt and we hear it click.
Tongues clash.
Hands grab.
The sounds of our want and need quickly fill his apartment as we stumble into his bedroom, littering each other’s clothes across the floor as we go.
When we reach his bed, my jeans are halfway to my knees and he helps hold me straight as I work to step out of them completely. As our bodies press together, it’s impossible not to notice the way our hard lengths knock together. Feeling how hard he is—because of me—turns me on even more. As we stand in his bedroom, both stripped down to only our underwear and pressing our bodies as close together as we can physically manage without breaking some sort of law of physics, everything seems to slow down. It’s like I can feel every hair on my body standing on end as his chest rises and falls against me. He’d flipped on the light as we tumbled into his room and the glow of its soft light illuminates every tiny detail of his face.
The natural highlights of his warm brown hair.
The cluster of three freckles that live just below his left eye.
The sharp angle of his perfectly crafted jaw.
And the flecks of gold that dust his evergreen eyes that always make me feel so steady when he looks at me.
Sensing the shift in the air, his hands find my waist and squeeze me gently. “Hello there, love.”
The sound of his voice mixed with the lazy smile he gives me settles my racing heart.
“Hey,” I sigh and attempt to smile. My cheeks inflate more when he leans in and kisses one of them, the seemingly innocent gesture packed full of meaning. Of reassurance. Of understanding.
“You still wanna do this?” His eyes dance in the light as he looks at me. They say, ‘I’m in if you’re in, but it’s okay if you’re not in anymore.’
But I’m in.
I’mall in.
“Yeah, I still wanna do this.” I nod which he mimics.
He pulls me into another kiss, one more passionate than all the others, and takes control. Directing me with his arms, we carefully maneuver ourselves onto his bed where he helps me lie down on my back. Then, he swings a leg over my hips to straddle me and pushes his hips down into mine. The fabric of our briefs stretch as our hard erections threaten to push the seams beyond their limits. He leans over me and brings his lips to my ear.
“You’re mine tonight, love. I hope you’re ready for it.” There is a wickedness to his voice that causes my breath to catch in my throat.
“Do your worst,” I play back. My insides ignite when his hands slide my briefs down and throw them onto the floor. Taking me in one hand, he pumps me off a few times as he pushes his hips back and lowers himself down my body. The warmth of his tongue running up the length of my shaft causes my eyes to crash shut and my balls to throb.
“Watch me.” It isn’t a question. Opening my eyes again, I lift my head and watch in awe as he slides my cock into his mouth and takes me all the way to the back of his throat. He wraps his lips around me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps his eyes on mine.
“God, I knew you liked to be the center of attention with what you do for a living but I had no idea how fucking self-centered you’d be here.” He moans, unwilling to take me out of his mouth, and nods in agreement.
“Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you self-centered? What happens if I call you greedy?” More head nods and eager glances.
“My boy likes to be talked down to? Is that what you like?” He nods more feverishly than before and brings a hand to my cock to use alongside his mouth. I’m completely soaked at this point and with the addition of his hand, even harder than before which I didn’t think was possible.
I reach out and grab a handful of his hair. “You’re just a selfish little slut, aren’t you? Always needing to be the center of attention. It always has to be about you and what you need. It’s a good thing I find egotistical, self-centered whores like you hot as hell or you’d never have my cock in your mouth again.”
My words have the impact I want them to have on him, so much so that he pitches his hips up and starts to jerk himself off as he blows me.
“That’s right, you filthy little whore, take my cock with your mouth like it’s the last time you will because it just might be.” When he slides me all the way to the back of his throat again, I think I’m going to lose it completely. But I want him more than just this, I need him more than just this.
“Sweets—jesus, fuck—if you aren’t careful you’re going tofinish me off and I’m going to blow a load straight down your throat.” He pulls away from me finally, my balls aching from the sudden lack of arousal.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so good with the dirty talk then,” he sings with a smirk. He kisses my chest as he brings himself back up to be at eye-level with me. “Next time you can finish down my throat, tonight I want you to finish somewhere else.”
He shifts himself to lean over the bed, reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. His cock is hard and begging for attention so with one hand resting on his muscular thigh, I use the other one to rub him off. He sucks in a breath and I feel his skin erupt with goosebumps when I touch him. When he sits up straight again, he’s holding something in each hand.
A condom in one.
