Page 28 of Oz
“Well,” Milo starts to say, “there’s–”
“Nooo,” Oz interrupts somewhat unconvincingly. “Not that I can think of.”
“Well, you’d know,” I say slowly. “You know everything.”
“Do you mind?” he asks, his expression serious for the first time.
I shake my head. “No. That’s your job, after all.” I look at him. “I trust you.”
“You do?” He seems almost startled.
“Yes, you’re still here after a month and we’re not sleeping together and you haven’t thrown crockery at me yet,” I laugh.
He laughs too but the flash of heat in his eyes kindles the one in my balls.
Oz
Later on that night I close my bedroom door and collapse on the bed. The scent of lavender fills the air in the room from the open windows, but I feel stiflingly hot. Sitting up, I tug off my shirt and throw it across the room. It’s followed quickly by my jeans and briefs. Naked, I spread out on the bed, feeling the heat run under my skin like a river. I open my legs and feel the cool air wash over my balls. They’re tight and high and I feel one stroke away from coming already.
I sat across the table from him tonight and every time I looked up I’d feel his eyes on me, the look in them dark and hot. I’d fought a hard-on all night and now I need to let loose.
I reach over to the bedside drawer, and, rooting around, I draw out a bottle of lube and my trusty companion, Ted. I look at the flesh-coloured dildo glistening in the moonlight on the mattress and swallow hard.
I grab the lube and pour a stream into my hand. Coating my fingers liberally, I reach down and send them flirting round the edge of my hole. I screw my eyes up tight and moan harshly. The touch feels incredibly good on the nerve-rich exterior. I rub against the opening, teasing myself and hearing my breath heavyin the air. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I tap the hole with my index finger and wriggle it gently. I work it into the hole, screwing it gently against the tight opening.
A moan sounds in the dark room and I realise it’s me. Panting, I add another finger, enjoying the burn and hearing the slick sound of fingers in my arse. Before I know it, I have three fingers up there and I’m writhing on the bed. I feel heat and electricity in the base of my balls and I know I’m close.
Taking my fingers out slowly, I gasp and reach for the dildo. After coating it with lube, I stand up and head towards the low table by the window that I’d earmarked for this a while ago. I attach the suction base of the dildo to it, and after checking to make sure it’s secure, I crouch over it, feeling the head against my opening. I wiggle it into position, and then slowly lower myself down, gasping loudly as I feel it slide into me, the slight curve of the dildo hitting me just right.
Fumbling for the remote control, I turn it on and the buzzing is loud in the room. It almost sounds like the lavender bushes out there at midday. I gasp and give a thin cry, throwing my head back at the feelings coursing through my passage. I click the button a couple of times to get the speed I want, then widen my legs and lean back so it sits full in me.
I close my eyes as the dildo goes to work exerting wonderful vibrating pressure on my prostate. The breeze is cool on my body, but my attention is between my legs. I search for the trusty go-tos in my spank bank, but instead, Silas is there front and centre. I jerk my eyes open immediately.Shit no, that’s a step too far.
I arch my pelvis and the toy kicks against the space inside me, rubbing and rubbing deliciously and lighting me up.
“Yes,” I gasp, kicking my head back and reaching up to twist my nipple sharply. The pain makes me cry out, a thin high sound in the dark, but all modesty and caution has gone. Instead I ridethe dildo, one hand on the table by my side for balance while the other pinches my nipple and occasionally lowers to cup and tug at my sac and fist my cock.
I rut down hard, feeling the flare and burn, and finally let my thoughts go. Silas lies under me naked, all that olive skin shining. Sweat glistens on his lip and amongst the chest hair. In my mind I lean back and rest my arms on his thighs, and the dildo becomes his cock forcing his way inside me, thrusting deep and battering against my prostate.
In my head he writhes underneath me and I see myself slamming onto him faster and faster as his big hands grab my cheeks and pull them downwards to make the penetration deeper. I feel his whispers of heated praise in my head as his fingers travel between my cheeks and taps my hole full of his cock. He ruts deep and heavy, his beard harsh on my face as I kiss him and he pounds up and into me, panting and groaning.
I jerk my cock hard, the slick sounds loud in the silence of the room, then give a choked scream of “Silas” as all the pressure races down my cock and I clench my buttocks around the shaft inside me and shoot streams of come over the worn floorboards in front of me.
For a long few minutes I hover over the dildo, panting and feeling the sweat and come cool on me, until I rise up gingerly and my body pushes the toy out almost pettily. I breathe in, and for the first time I notice a sweet scent of pipe tobacco and leather in the room, but when I stand up it vanishes. I shake my head and, picking up the dildo, I move towards the bathroom, intending to have a shower and wash the toy.
Something makes me deviate to the window and I stand in front of the tall mullioned window looking down onto the dark garden and enjoying the breeze blowing through. Then I stiffen as a shadow detaches itself and I gasp as I look down into Silas’s face.
He’s standing below my window and I have no doubt that he heard everything. It’s so quiet here that any sound travels. I stare at him. Moonlight conceals most of his features but I can see his chest rise and fall quickly and the breath falling heavily from his open lips. He raises his fingers to his lips and the red end of a cigarette glows like a firefly.
We stare at each other for a long moment and for some reason I make no attempt to hide myself from him. The moon shines full on me and I wonder if it’s affected me the way peasants in the Middle Ages used to claim that they’d been moon addled. It must be that, because I display myself openly in the moonlight to him while he looks his fill until finally he catches my eye and raises his fingers to his temple in a sort of salute.
Then he’s gone, and I stand there for long moments watching the garden fall back into stillness and wondering if I just imagined that encounter.
Chapter
Six
You are in control of the car
