I ask Marina about her visit to the States and what she thought the differences were from her first trip.
“This time I had wonderful hosts.” She smiles, and talk turns to her journey back. I ask her about England.
“The town I live in is small, much smaller than Gomillion. It’s a village really, with just a few shops and a pub.”
“Does it have a yarn store?” I can’t help asking.
“No,” she laughs. “It’s not big enough for that. The nearest one is in Oxford and owned by my friend Ami. The whole village is old, most of the houses are made from what we call Cotswold Stone, which is local and a warm yellow color. My own cottage is over three hundred years old. But it's all very pretty and it’s a beautiful part of the country.”
I think it sounds interesting. Dinner’s relaxed and takes a long time as we talk a lot more. The food is incredible and we nearly finish it all. Eventually we wind up with coffee on the deck in the yard listening to the cicadas. I need to pee, and make my way inside to use the bathroom.
When I come out, Reece is leaning against the wall opposite. He puts a finger to his lips and takes my hand. I follow him silently up the stairs and into what I assume is his childhood bedroom.
He shuts the door behind us and I stand and look at his swim trophies. He stands behind me and encircles me with his arms.
“Did you bring me up here to show me your trophies? I mean, I’m impressed, but you know you won those nearly twenty years ago. What have you done since?”
He gives a derisory snort. “No, I didn’t.” He spins me around to face him. “I can’t sit there and make small talk with my mom and Marina with you sitting next to me and not being able to touch you.”
He leans in and kisses me, then he cups my ass and pulls me close so we’re touching, chest to groin. My banked-down desire floods back into life and I’m hard within thirty seconds. I can see from his eyes that he can feel it, and I moan against his mouth. He pulls back with a wicked grin on his face.
“Reece! Surely you’re not planning to have sex in the house, with your mom and Marina downstairs,” I hiss.
“That was the general plan, yes, but I have an idea.”
He guides me backward, and when my knees hit the bed I sit. He pushes me gently, so I lie down, with my feet still on the floor. He kneels between my legs. He unbuttons my pants and starts pulling them down, freeing my cock from my boxers.
“Reece!” I exclaim in a loud whisper.
“Shh,” he says, and I wriggle, letting him pull my pants down further. He stops, and I lift my head to see his mouth barely aninch from my cockhead, which is now aching and desperate for some attention. He gives me a toothy grin.
“You can tell me to stop at any point.” Then he takes half of me into his mouth in one go. I let my head drop back on the bed and let out a moan. He bobs his head up and down, applying exquisite pressure, and my hips lift with every stroke, needing more. I don’t think I could ask him to stop even if my life depended on it, as he expertly applies his tongue around the head of my cock. It nearly takes me over the edge. Around the periphery of my pleasure, I become aware of him shifting slightly. I turn my head to the side and catch sight of him in a mirror. He’s pulled down his pants and his hand is shuttling up and down on his dick, while his mouth is stretched around my cock.
“My God, Reece. I can see you. That has to be the hottest sight ever.”
He makes a low moan and picks up speed. Does dirty talk do it for him?
“Fuck, yeah. Reece, I love watching you. Give me more.”
He groans deep in this throat and my dick responds. I don’t think I’ll last much longer.
“I’m gonna come, Reece. Make me come with your magic tongue.” He speeds up and I explode in his mouth. I feel him jerk and then he slowly withdraws his lips. He reaches for a towel and cleans me up where I’m wet from his spit and drool, then he cleans his hand and himself. I lie back, barely able to move except to draw my pants back up. He flops down beside me on his back. I turn my head to the side, he looks at me, and my cheeks spread into a wide grin.
“Stop,” I say, and he laughs. He props himself up on one elbow and looks down at me, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Do you think they know what we’ve been up to?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Shit.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t care.”
I give a little giggle, hoping he’s right.
“I have to take Marina to the airport tomorrow,” he says. “But can I come around and see you afterward?”
“Yes, of course,” I whisper. His talk of Marina going back brings to mind that he’d planned to go back tomorrow as well, and I think of his reason for visiting.
