Page 57 of Charlie Sunshine
I grab his hips, bringing them flush against mine. I gasp at the steely length of his cock, unmistakably hard. “Misha?” I whisper, my breath hitting his mouth.
His hands come down to bracket my hips, and for a second I think he’s going to push me away. Instead, he pulls me impossibly closer as if trying to fuse our bodies together.
“What is going on?” I ask, shuddering at the feel of his dick rubbing against mine. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. It’s like an itch deep inside me that I can’t shake.
“I don’t know.” His voice sounds thick but sweet, as if he’s been gargling treacle. “I don’t bloody know, Charlie,” he repeats, his fingers flexing on my hips before sliding around and down, and I groan as he cups my arse.
As we move to the music, he gathers my hair in one hand, pulling my head back gently. Then he kisses down my throat, the abrasion ofhis stubble sending sparks to my groin and into my balls. I moan as he licks and sucks at the tendon in my neck, knowing without being told that it’s my hot spot.
I raise my head, and for a second we stare into each other’s eyes. Before I can conjure a thought, we’re kissing. It’s shocking in its intensity, the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the scent of him in my nostrils. And it’s stunning in both its newness and how right it feels. Right, down to the depths of me.
Clasping his head, I send my fingers through the black waves, and he groans into my mouth, pulling me closer, rubbing against me and no longer making any pretence of dancing. He sucks lazily on my tongue, and I feel a warning tingle in my balls. I abruptly step back and away from him.
“What?” he says blearily. “Charlie?”
I press my hand hard against my cock. His eyes follow the movement, his pupils flaring sexily. “Shit,” he mutters.
So close, I mouth.
He shudders in response, and I know he’s close too.
“What are we doing?” I ask helplessly.
He steps toward me and whispers in my ear, “I don’t know.” The warmth of his breath makes me shiver. “I know what you’re going to say, Charlie, and my answer is I don’t know, and furthermore, I actually don’t care. Do you knowwhatI care about?”
I shake my head. One of his hands slides into my hair and the other cups my hip. He kisses me deeply, his mouth a warm and lush pressure. “I care about getting my cock inside you,” he says hoarsely. When he pulls away to look me up and down, it’s as if his gaze is stroking me. I give another whole-body shiver and his eyes flare. “It’s all I’ve thought of for weeks—what you’ll feel like when my dick’s in you. I think you’ll be tight, Charlie. Tight and so hot. Am I right?” I gape at him, and he shrugs, his eyes intent. “So, the question should really be, what doyouthink?”
I’m not sure who this Misha is in front of me. He looks like my friend, but he’s also an impossibly sexy stranger. My head is cloudy, my cock is throbbing painfully, and all I can think of is how right hefeels. Like nobody I’ve been with before. I lick my lips. It’s unbelievably hot that I now know what Misha Lebedinsky tastes like.
Before I’m aware I’ve made up my mind, I’m moving, taking hold of him. I kiss him thoroughly, before pulling back. His eyes are surprised. “I think that sounds epic,” I say.
We plough through the crowd at a fast pace. Misha holds my hand, tugging me along, and I follow like he’s an enchanted piper. My thoughts are murky and unformed, and my cock is completely in charge. There’s no time to worry if it’s made the right decision, because we’re suddenly out of the club and Misha’s pushing me into a taxi.
I don’t remember much about the drive home, just snapshots—his profile against the bright lights that sweep through the cab, the feel of his hand on my knee, and the distant sound of music from the radio. His breathing is heavy in the quiet stillness of the car. His hand is warm when he helps me out of the taxi, and I’m gratified to feel the faint tremor there. I need this to be as high stakes for him as it is for me.
We walk silently into the lift, and he presses the button for our floor. As the door starts to close, a couple in evening dress calls out to hold the lift. Misha hesitates, but his good manners make him press the button to keep the door open. They crowd in next to us on a tide of expensive perfume and alcohol, and we dutifully move to the back of the car.
Misha pulls me to stand against him, and I inhale sharply at the feel of his cock against my arse. It’s hot through the thin material of my shorts.
The woman looks at us curiously, her eyes sweeping us up and down. I rejoice at the fact that my sweater is long enough to cover my crotch. Her eyes light in amusement. “Fancy dress, boys?”
“Oh, yes.” I stop and clear my throat. “Eighties night.”
“Well, you’re obviously George Michael.” She looks at what she can see of Misha behind me. “Is he Andrew Ridgeley?” she says doubtfully.
“Marty McFly,” I offer.
“Where’s his gilet, then?”
Misha’s hand tightens on my hip and for a second I feel the hot wetpress of his mouth on the back of my neck. I shudder and his hand tightens almost too hard. “Marty McFly in the summer,” he says hoarsely. “It was a heatwave that year.” The lift stops to let more people in, and before I can say anything he pulls me out. The doors close, and I stare at him.
“We got off two flights early.”
“We’ll take the stairs.”
“Why?” I ask, following him into the stairwell. It consists of the original brick and lots of iron and minimal lighting. I follow him up the first set of stairs. “We could have been in the flat now,” I mutter. “And then… oof!” I gasp as he turns around and pushes me against the wall, his hand behind my head to stop it knocking into the brick. “Misha, what are you?—?”
He leans in and kisses me hard, and I flail for a second before the lust from the club roars back. I fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me while I suck his tongue. One or both of us moan, and the kiss seems to catch light. He settles against me with a groan as his cock finds mine. The material of my shorts is thin, and the heavy denim of his jeans feels fantastic against my cock. I lower my hands to fill them with Misha’s tight arse cheeks, and he pulls away from my mouth, giving a loud groan.
