I kneel with my legs on either side of his waist and lower myself down onto his waiting cock, gasping as I take him in inch by inch. He grasps my arse cheeks, parting them.
“Kiss me,” he commands.
I lean forward, resting my hands on either side of his head, and press my lips to his. Unsurprisingly, he instantly takes charge of the kiss as he begins to thrust up into me. Then he nudges me so my chest is over his face, and he closes his mouth around my left nipple. He sucks, licks, and occasionally nips, making me groan and gasp and yelp with increasing frequency. He feels amazing as he slides in and out of me, his pace leisurely at first but getting faster as our lovemaking continues.
“Oh, Sir,” I whimper. “You feel so good.”
He thrusts harder and faster, his cock stroking over my prostate. My breath rasps out of me, hot and heavy. His thick, fleshy thighs rub against mine with every thrust. His grip tightens on my arse cheeks, and his mouth breaks away from my nipple.
“Archie,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too, Sir.”
“Come with me,” he orders.
I come at his command, my cum shooting out of my cock between us as I tremble. His body shakes. He pushes into me hard, filling me up with his seed. I flop over his body, our hearts beating fiercely against each other. I breathe against his neck, and he kisses my hair.
“I’m going to miss bunking off work to fuck,” I say.
Hamish strokes my back. “How much notice do you have to give?”
“I don’t know. A week?”
“Find a new job first,” he says. “Consider permission granted to go to as many interviews as you need.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“And when you’re not at interviews, we can bunk off as often as you want.”
I laugh. “What about your writing?”
He shrugs. “I’ll get it done. Thanks to you, I’m ahead of where I need to be. I think I can slack off to make love to my favourite sub.”
“I’m your only sub,” I remind him.
“Aye. The only sub I’ll ever want or need.”
24
Hamish
It’s important to Archie for me to meet his parents before we move in together, which means it’s important to me too.
“I’ve told them who I’m dating,” Archie says as we head into central London on the tube late Thursday morning so we can meet them for lunch. “Dad will probably turn up with an armful of books for you to sign. Sorry!”
“No bother. I’m used to it.”
“They don’t know we’re moving in together yet. I thought I’d tell them over lunch.”
“News best delivered face to face. I understand.”
I felt the same way when I was in my mid-twenties. Now phone calls or video chats suffice, but it’s a lot harder to see my parents face to face, considering they're in a nursing home in Scotland. It’s a fair old trek from around London.
I check my watch. “Are you sure we’re going in early enough?” I jibe.
Archie laughs. “I like to be early. Besides, I’ll guarantee they’re even earlier.”
“Impossible.”
