Page 49 of Oz
I push my head into the plaster and moan. “So good,” I whisper and he nods, the blue in his eyes already nearly eclipsedby his excited pupils. He pulls back and slowly raises my shirt until it’s scrunched around my neck. He nestles his nose into my armpit hair and inhales deeply, his eyes closed in concentration, then tracks kisses across my chest, nuzzling into the hair there with a dreamy look on his face. I groan quietly and he nips my right nipple, looking up from underneath his lashes and biting down gently, making me squirm and moan.
He lowers gracefully to his knees and I watch with avid eyes as he unbuttons his jeans quickly and fists his cock. It’s long and slender and as pale as he is with a ruddy, slick head. He groans long and low and I feel my cock harden even more at the sound. Starting to tunnel into his closed fist, he nuzzles into the neat thatch of hair around my cock and inhales deeply.
He looks up. “You smell so good,” he says hoarsely, and then rises up and takes me down his throat, swallowing and licking the sensitive underside.
Kneeling there, he looks like a debauched angel with that high-cheekboned face flushed and dreamy, his lips swollen and stretched around my cock and his chin damp with spit. Abruptly I feel my balls tighten.
“I’m close,” I grunt, and he blinks before pulling off my cock with a wet pop.
“Fuck my face,” he says hoarsely and I nod, taking the sides of his head and pulling him back onto my cock. At first, I go slowly but he makes frantic noises of encouragement and soon I’m fucking his mouth frantically, feeling his suckling pulls drawing my come out of me. “OhGod,” I whisper fervently.
He moans and as one hand frantically wanks himself, he reaches the other up, splaying it over my chest and pinching my nipple. The tiny bite of pain makes me jerk and before I know what I’m doing, I grab that hand and hold on tight. He looks up, almost startled, but then he groans and squeezes my fingerswhile sucking frantically and messily. Saliva drips over his chin, and the noises are obscene in the room.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter. “So fuckingclose.” I look down at him. “Don’t swallow and don’t come,” I command. He looks up blearily at me, and the sight of those eyes clouded with lust and the red mouth around my cock sets me off. I clench my buttocks and unload spurt after spurt into his mouth. He chokes slightly and some escapes, flowing over the sides of those full lips.
Instantly I drag him up against me and kiss him, taking my come from his mouth and swallowing the salty liquid. I grab his cock in a firm grip and he shuttles through my fist, making choked, desperate noises as I suckle on his tongue. It isn’t long before he goes rigid and groans deep in his throat, and I feel wet heat flowing over my fingers.
He rests against me for a long few minutes and then he moves back slightly, watching almost dreamily as I raise my hand and lick my palm clean. He shudders slightly and moans under his breath and for a second I consider round two, but quickly discount it as I’m amazed we haven’t been caught this time.
Reading my expression, something passes over his face too quickly for me to analyse, and then it’s gone and his face clears. He pulls back, breathing heavily, and leans against the wall next to me companionably. When my head finally stops spinning, I reach out and caress his cheekbones. He’s looking at me with an inscrutable face and he seems to glow in the shafts of sunlight from the large window opposite us.
“Come back here and kiss me,” I say hoarsely.
His expression lightens a little and he moves into me and takes my mouth, giving me his weight for a second. I groan under my breath at the feel of his tongue.
He pulls back and that expression has returned. I’d almost call it worried until he smiles gamely. “Come on,” he says in a hearty voice. “Let’s go and compare notes.”
“On theblow job?” I say in a stunned voice, feeling myself reel at the way he’s so swiftly shifted gear.
He laughs. “Of course,” he says through his chuckles as we right our clothing. “We should always judge our performance. No. I meant our critique of this place.”
He’s still laughing when he opens the door and we find ourselves face to face with the second-to-last person I want to see.It isn’t my day today.
“Alexander,” I say resignedly.
“Silas?” he asks incredulously. “Is it really you?” He’s dressed in navy chinos, a white shirt, and a navy sports jacket. He looks pompous and slightly ridiculous in this heat and he even has a cravat on, for fuck’s sake.
“It’s me,” I say dryly. “In the flesh.”
“What are you doing here?”
I flush a little because this is terrible manners. I’ve inveigled my way onto a tour, had a stand-up argument with his estate manager, and got a blow job in his drawing room. Then, I remember the time he held me upside down out of a window at school for not doing his homework properly, and I straighten.
“Just looking around,” I say, waving a hand casually.
“In my house?”
“Isn’t it open to the general public?”
“You’re not the general public.” Then his expression clears and he smirks. “Were you looking for David? Sad to say he’s working for me now.”
“It is sad, but not in the way you’re thinking. But never mind. I’m not looking for him. This is Oz, and we’re here–” I hesitate and Oz shifts.
“To look around the house. I’m very interested in old properties,” he says smoothly.
Alexander looks Oz up and down so dismissively that my blood boils, then he laughs. “How about ruins? You’ll love Silas’s house, then. Make it quick, though, before lack of money sees it crumble into the ground. Still, at least you’ve seen how it should be done.” He grins unpleasantly. “Silas never could keep his balance, let alone balance his chequebook.”
“Not when someone was holding me out of a window,” I say flippantly. “It tends to upset one’s equilibrium.” I’m aware of Oz stiffening and then he smiles at Alexander. It’s not a nice smile.
