This time when I pull out, I snap my hips, driving into him with my full length. He starts to wail, and I clamp my hand over his mouth. He grabs my arm, not to drag the hand away from his mouth, merely to hold on. I begin a steady, insistent thrust, his eyes widening each time I bottom out, then lazily narrowing as I pull back.
“Baby, you’re taking me so good. Why don’t you wrap your legs around my waist so I can go even deeper?”
Squirming beneath me, he surrounds me with his thick legs and strong arms, like fucking into the world’s best hug. I kiss him deeply, rolling my hips, shifting them from side to side as I thrust into him. He moves his hips in time with mine, taking every fucking inch of me.
“I’m so close,” he whines. “Can I come now?”
God, I love that he’s asking.
“Yes, baby. Come for me.”
As close as I am, I can’t drag it out a second longer. I can’t tell if it’s the wine or him, but I feel inebriated, dizzy in the best way possible. He clamps down on my cock, and I reach between us, barely touching him before thick white cum spurts onto his beautifully adorned belly. I use my lips to gently tug on a nipple ring and am rewarded with one more quivering spurt of cum.
His disheveled hair and lax body, the need in his eyes… I can’t hold back another second and start snapping my hips, delving deeper and deeper into his body, wishing I could mark him the way I want to. The orgasm seems to go on forever, shaking out every nerve in my body as I unload into the condom. Shivering, I finally finish, staying inside him as long as I can, loving the feeling of being held while taking him apart.
I grab the condom with a shaky hand and slowly pull out, dragging along his oversensitive nerve endings, loving how he shifts and silently keens as he palms his nipples.
“Fuck,” he stage-whispers. “Guys with big cocks usually aren’t that good, butdamn. You fucked me stupid.”
I’m lucky enough to be regularly complimented on my lovemaking, but I usually take it at face value. Something about those exact same words from Levy hits differently. Maybe it’s the emotion of this past day, but I need those words like air. I need this to have been as good for him as it was for me.
When he tries to get up, I push him down against the bed and lick his belly clean before tying off my condom and walking across the hallway to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and wipe the excess cum from his belly and the lube from his puffy, perfect asshole.
Silently, because I don’t know how to ask a man to stay the night with me, I drag him to me, holding him from behind, wrapping my arms around him, feeling as greedy as he had moments ago.
“Sorry, needing some skin on skin, apparently,” I say, my excuse completely uncharacteristic.
“Me too,” he whispers, laying kisses on my forearms.
He settles back against me, and I can’t account for the relief that comes from the knowledge he’ll stay in bed with me. Suddenly, it’s as if the last few days have caught up with me. Exhausted, overwhelmed, I find myself falling into a deep black hole, pulling Levy against my chest before going completely under.
* * *
I wakeup the next morning to an empty bed, and the disappointment I feel is as baffling as the need I had to hold him. The smell of coffee permeates the room, so I pull on my cleanest clothes and walk barefoot into the living room.
Ant is in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Hearing me, he spins. “You ready for your caffeine fix?”
I nod, and he pulls a mug out of the cabinet before reaching for the half-and-half. Like yesterday, he puts an unreasonable amount of cream in his mug and just enough in mine. He follows that with more sugar craziness in his mug while adding only two spoonfuls to mine.
After stirring them, he hands me mine and takes a sip of his, shimmying his shoulders. “Ahhh. So good.”
“You might as well go to Starbucks if you want to put that much sugar in there.”
He shakes his head. “I need even more sugar for Starbucks.”
I laugh, and we clink coffee mugs, both barefoot, propping ourselves up against the countertop, standing in the place he’s called home for the last several months.
After a few life-giving sips, I ask, “Do you have work today?”
“Justin said I could take the rest of the week. I don’t know how long you’ll be here, but I’m hoping you can stay through the weekend.”
“I would love to. I’ve already promised Levy I’ll help him with his deck building, but I don’t want to impose.”
Ant shakes his head, waving away my concern. “You see the size of the place. We’ve got plenty of room. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“I definitely want to get to know you better. But…I would feel awful if I couldn’t contribute in some way. I’m good with my hands. Is there anything that needs to be fixed around here?”
I shake my head even as I’m saying it. This place looks like it is brand new.
