“Well, that was a lucky guess,” he says as casual as can be, but then he pinches my nipple again and more sparks light up my veins.
I groan and let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
“Touch yourself, Giles,” he says, his voice lower. “I’m waiting.”
I shudder. And I know he notices when he speaks again, the words coming out slow.
“Oh, you really do like to be told what to do, don’t you, Giles?”
I nod. I don’t think I could speak in complete sentences even if I wanted to.
“Interesting,” he says and I replay his voice in my mind, trying to determine what he really means. Interesting, like he thinks that’s a strange thing for me to want? Interesting, like he plans to use that information to his advantage? Interesting, like he has no other adjectives to respond with and he felt compelled to say something?
Fuck. It happened again. I’m in my head.
“Hurry up, Giles,” he says and there’s a definite edge to his tone now, there’s no denying it. “I want to watch you fuck your hand.”
My heart rate speeds up and I fear he can hear the quick thumps it makes inside my ribcage.
I move my hand to my cock and grip its length. I watch it swell, the tip darkening and I bring my other hand to play with the head while it’s all red and rigid.
“Hmm,” Marcello hums close to my ear and he has both hands on my nipples now. Pinching, rolling, flicking, teasing, playing.
I fucking love it. I lean a little more weight against him, wishing he had his T-shirt off so I could feel his skin on mine. I then start to stroke my dick with a firm grip, keeping it squeezed at the base with my left hand and slowing my strokes when I reach the crown with my right.
It’s good. It puts me firmly back on the path I was on, steadily heading for an orgasm I know will be difficult to forget, not least because it will happen with Marcello’s legs bracketing mine and his soft and warm body under mine.
“This… this is,” Marcello stutters asone of his hands glides down my abs and the other pinches my nipple again and again and again. “You look so good. Your body, Giles. It’s so…”
He doesn’t finish that sentence but I suspect I could do so for him. My body is good. Stacked. Ripped. Hench. I worked hard at it and I take pride in it. But right now I don’t give a flying fuck what I look like. I could be purple with three heads and toilet brushes for feet, as long as I get to stay where I am, in Marcello’s embrace and fool myself that he is getting just as much out of this moment as I am.
I move my fist faster, more furiously now. There’s no stopping me despite still desperately wanting it to last, fuck, for forever. But that’s totally unrealistic. As is expecting Marcello to wait for me to savour this moment as I practically crush him and make him play with my nipples. Besides, I want to come. I need to come. My balls are tight and heavy, aching a bit. My spine is alive with sensation and my toes are curling at the other end of the sofa, my heels digging into the cushion as I push up into my hand.
“I’m going to… shit, fuck, I’m…” I stutter and I’m so swept away on this unstoppable journey to my orgasm that I don’t even have the wherewithal to be embarrassed that I’m unable to complete a sentence.
“Ssh,” a soft voice whispers in my ear. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, baby.”
Baby.
It’s the last thing I expect to hear and yet it’s exactly what I need. Closing my eyes, I play those last four words over and over in my mind as I feel my dick swell in my palm. A second later, hot cum spurts out of it, shooting up my stomach.
“Woah!” Marcello says and despite barely feeling conscious at this exact moment, I pray he’s not horrified. I pray this isn’t the thing that pushes him over the edge and makes him regret what happened today.
“Fuck,” I curse as more cum fires out of me, this time coating my hand.
“Yes, Giles,” he says, soothingly and I swear I am closer to dying than I ever have been when he presses a light kiss on my neck, just under my ear. “Yes, baby, yes. Give me all your cum.”
His words.
I love them.
How will I ever survive them?
How will I ever survive another sex lesson?
Because of course I’m going to do another one. I will do as many as he wants because if this is the only way I get to feel like I do right now – elated, blissed out, so very alive and yet so very at peace – I will take it.
I will take it and I will suffer the consequences.
