Page 15 of Christmas in Paris
Watching Simon’s face the whole time, Ray lowered his head, and part of him that was still holding on to some outdated ideas about who he was screamed at him that he could still stop, that he could step back across the line, that it wasn’t too late. It was sort of funny, he had never thought himself particularly attached to being straight, but there was something in him that didn’t want its identity challenged.
It wasn’t the majority, though, and he shoved that cowardly part aside easily enough. He let his fingers sneak out, slipping over the length of Simon’s cock, pleased when he saw it twitch slightly just at his touch.
As he leaned in, he inhaled deeply and let out a soft groan at the smell that filled his nostrils. He had never smelled anything like this. It was that same uniquely Simon scent, but deeper, more primal, more completely masculine. All of a sudden, any last traces of fear were just gone, and he couldn’t wait to get Simon in his mouth.
“Are you just going to sit there staring at it?” Simon asked, and Ray gasped and glanced up a bit guiltily at him. But Simon didn’t seem annoyed at all. It seemed that Ray’s intuition had been correct.
Simon raised a hand, and Ray shuddered as he felt those fingers tangle sweetly in his hair, tugging just the slightest bit. It was like Simon thought he had every right to touch Ray this way, and for whatever reason, he found that intensely arousing. Not to mention probably true, since Ray had been groping Simon in his sleep. It was only fair.
Slowly, gently, but firmly, Simon guided Ray’s head down, and Ray didn’t resist. Breathless, he let his lips brush against the blunt mushroom head, that delicious scent around him making him dizzy.
Once he was there, Simon didn’t press him, and Ray appreciated that. It gave him plenty of room to explore, to nuzzle and lick and finally to suck lightly at the head of that cock, tasting the clear liquid which leaked out.
Slowly, inch by inch, Ray let Simon slip between his parted lips. His jaw had to stretch to do it, but any discomfort he might have felt was blown right out of his head by the soft, urgent little noises that started to spill from Simon’s lips. Simon was normally so restrained in expressing emotion, but as he slid inside Ray’s throat, the deeper he got, the more those sexy little moans and sighs slipped free.
He was doing this. He, Ray, was making someone so focused on him that they would be unable to control themselves. And it wasn’t just anyone, either. It was someone that Ray liked, admired, respected.
Loved?
Whoa. Where the hell hadthatcome from? Impatiently, Ray brushed the annoying thought away and got down to the very serious business of sucking his first ever cock. He wasn’t going to stop until he knew what it was like to have Simon’s release in his mouth.
“You look so good like that,” Simon whispered, and his voice was hoarse with more than sleep now. “I want you to touch yourself while you suck me. I want to watch.”
Ray shivered a little at the tone of Simon’s voice, surprisingly intense. There was no chance in hell of him saying no, of course, and he shifted his position, rising onto his knees so that Simon could see every movement as Ray wrapped his fingers around his cock.
He was hard. He honestly hadn’t noticed, not until Simon had called his attention to it. He’d been too busy focusing on giving Simon a good time. Maybe he didn’t know what he was doing on this end of a blowjob, but he’d had enough that he had some definite ideas about what was good, and he was so focused on that that his own body had gone unnoticed.
But not anymore. He groaned helplessly as he stroked himself, base to tip, looking up at Simon so that he could enjoy the look on the other man’s face. It was so incredibly sexy, seeing how much Simon wanted him, and at the same time, tasting his leaking erection and knowing that he was the one doing this to him.
Never in a million years could Ray have even remotely imagined that he would love doing this as much as he did. He had never been disgusted by the idea, but here he was, eager for every thrust inside of his mouth, loving the tastes and smells and even the slight ache of his jaw. It felt more than worth it to give this much pleasure to someone that he was, let’s face it, coming to care about way too much.
The pleasure rose quickly, just as it had the night before. Ray found himself having to slow down the movement of his hand, or it was all going to be over too soon. He could lose himself in it, let the waves sweep him out to sea, far too easily, but for once, that wasn’t what he wanted most.
He wanted to see as Simon lost it for him. In this incredibly intimate, mutually vulnerable position, he would let himself go only when he tasted Simon’s release on his tongue. That would be what pushed him over the edge; he was determined about that.
In the end, he was gripping the base of his erection, his body tense with the strain of holding himself back. He wasn’t even stroking anymore, just holding, because if he so much as twitched his fingers, he was going to explode. He was right on the edge, and it would take nearly nothing to pitch him over it and into sheer bliss.
“You’re so close,” Simon murmured, something dark and a little dangerous in his eyes. Something which Ray found deeply thrilling, in a way that quite surprised him. He had never had that sense of danger in a lover before and had never suspected that he would like it so much. “Squeeze your fingers tighter for me.”
Ray shuddered, and he was obeying before he even knew what he was doing. There was no conscious thought about it. Simon demanded it in that smooth, silken voice, and Ray’s fingers closed tighter in response. He had the sense that Simon could have told him to do anything in that tone of voice, and Ray would have done it without question.
The best part about it was that, when he obeyed so easily, it clearly drove Simon crazy. That was all it took for Simon to groan, grab the back of Ray’s head, and start to come forcefully between his lips, spilling all over his tongue. And that made it worth it, more than worth it, for Ray to want to do it again. Anything that drove Simon that crazy, he was a fan of.
Just as he had known, that was all it took for him, too. He heard hoarse little cries from his lips and was glad for the fact that he had the other man’s cock in his mouth because it kept him from being louder than he really should be.
After the pleasure faded, Ray slowly pulled away from the other man’s dick and swallowed, then grinned at Simon.
“That’s a hell of a way to wake up,” Simon murmured, and Ray’s grin only widened, triumph filling him, as intoxicating as wine and probably twice as addictive. But that was the effect Simon had on him.
“I’ll have to remember that,” Ray murmured, then leaned up and kissed the other man before rolling out of bed to start his day.
Chapter Twelve
Simon
This was the sort of thing that happened to other people. Not Simon. He couldn’t possibly be this man who was exploring one of the most romantic cities on earth with this beautiful man who was so happy to do whatever Simon wanted. It was some sort of very sexy romantic dream, and that sort of thing didn’t just fall into Simon’s lap.
Of course, the kids around all the time did bring a note of realism to the situation. Every so often, Simon would turn to look at Ray and find him already gazing back. They would grin at each other, and it would be easy to get lost in that if not for the thirty excited teenagers who would invariably pull them apart again. It kept them out of trouble, at least until it was the end of the day, and they were standing at the threshold to their new room, exhausted but happy after a long day.
