“First one to take their pants off gets a prize.”
For the first time, he touched me, and I shuddered at the heat of his large palm rubbing my bulge.
“Feels nice?”
I threw my head back and hissed as I thrust my hips forward. “Good. Yeah.” My tongue was thick and clumsy, trying to form words. Since Luca, I never let someone else take control, but Torre, with those long fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants, knew where to press and tease to render me helpless, and I lost it, begging in needy little whimpers for him to keep going.
“Please. Right there. Oh God, yeah,” I panted, and when his fingers undid the button and zipper of my trousers, I toed off my loafers and let the pants fall to the floor. I made quick work of his as well, both of us kicking our pants away until we stood in our briefs. My chest heaved as if I’d run a sprint.
“This way.” He turned and walked away. I appreciated his silence. Chatty lovers turned me off, and I tuned them out.
I followed him to his bedroom, where we shed the rest of our clothing in a frantic whirl of unbuttoning shirts and peeling off socks, and fell into bed in a tangle of arms and legs. His thick, strong cock pushed against my stomach, leaving a wet smear of precome, and I reached for him, loving the movement of hot, satiny skin over the rock-hard shaft as I pumped him. A fine dusting of dark hair covered his broad chest and formed a dark line straight to that beautiful cock. I tightened my grip on him, passing my thumb over the slippery head, and he groaned.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I complied but also grasped him by the nape of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He thrust into my hand at the same time he invaded my mouth with his tongue, and I jerked him off faster and harder, my hand becoming slippery with his sticky fluid. The smell of sex rose thick and hot between us, and I watched the reddened crown of his swollen cock slip in and out of my fist. I wanted to taste him, and I almost let him go, shocked by that thought. I never sucked guys off. It was too personal. Fucking was one thing, but sucking off another man and swallowing his come…I didn’t do oral. Not since Luca.
Torre, though, had other plans, and with his hand over mine, grasped both our shafts, and we rubbed and humped against each other. The familiar tingling traveled from the soles of my feet up through my calves, thighs, and spine, its intensity spreading like a web of fire throughout my body.
Too soon, I wanted to cry out. This needed to last, but I couldn’t make the words. I lay beneath him, a moaning, writhing mass of pure want, and I gave up the struggle, allowing nothing but desire to control me.
“Fuck, what the hell is going on?” Torre groaned into my neck and erupted. Hot ribbons of come spurted through our entwined fingers.
“Ahh.Oh, God.” Incredible pleasure engulfed me, and like a match set to coals I exploded, my cock endlessly pumping out come until our hands, bellies, and chests were covered and sticky. I lay spread-eagle on the mattress, the after-sex lassitude already engulfing me, when the mattress shifted. My eyelids fluttered open to find Torre’s head resting on my shoulder and I let my lips rest on the waves of his hair. A soft kiss, so light I might’ve imagined it, touched my shoulder before he sat up.
“Mmm, feels nice.” What would it be like to sleep in this bed with him the whole night? I blinked and almost laughed. Was I crazy? I didn’t spend the night with people. I was acting like a damn schoolboy with his first crush. Torre was like all the others. Here today, gone tomorrow. I yawned and watched as he left the bed only to come back a minute later with a warm, wet washcloth and begin to clean me.
The unaccustomed sweetness of his actions touched me. Felt so good. My eyes fluttered closed. “Just going to rest for a moment before I go.”
