“Another deep breath, Ryan.” I took a deeper breath and closed my eyes for a moment. “It is perfect because we’re together. The dinner could be served on paper plates and it wouldn’t have any bearing on how perfect tonight is. You are here with me and your thoughtful heart is glowing in this kitchen,” Russell emphasized.
I could feel my body begin to scorch with his body pressed against me and wrapped around me. He rubbed on my stomach and then gave it a pat before he kissed my ear and let go of me.
Russell went back to the bottle of wine with the wine opener while I retrieved the wine glasses. When I pulled them down, I realized that they weren’t wine glasses, but instead were champagne flutes. I set them on the counter and visually searched the shelves of the cupboard. I put the plastic Dodgers cup away and took the two champagne flutes to Russell. He popped the cork and then turned to take the flutes from me. His hands hadn’t stilled or faltered when he saw they were champagne flutes and not wine glasses. He poured some in each glass and handed me one.
“To a fantastic evening,” he toasted.
Our glasses touched and we each took a sip. I was surprised at how good it was. I’ve had wine before and it’s been okay, but this was really good. Of course, he would have good wine.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s really good,” I confirmed and leaned against the counter.
“Yes, it is,” he agreed and watched me as I took another sip. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I do,” I assured him.
“Me too, Ryan.”
Russell set his champagne flute down on the counter and took hold of my jaw just as I pulled the flute away from my mouth. He crushed his lips against mine as I swallowed the wine. When I opened my mouth, his tongue pushed in. He pressed his body against mine, knocking the champagne flute against my chest. The wine sloshed out of the flute and spilled onto my shirt. Without pulling his mouth off mine, he grabbed the flute and set it on the counter.
During the kiss as Russell held my jaw, he ran his hand down my chest and past my abdomen to my crotch. He cupped the inseam of the crotch of my jeans and pressed upward.
“Mmm,” I moaned at his grasp.
I clutched the sleeves of his shirt in my hands and pressed my groin against his hand.
“Take your shirt off, Ryan,” Russell murmured into my mouth in between his tongue taking control.
I hadn’t moved because I was enjoying everything too much.
“Ryan…take…the…shirt…off…before…I…rip…it…off.”
I smiled against his mouth and let go of his arms. My hands slid between our bodies so I could untuck the shirt. Most of the shirt was dry except for the right side and center of my chest. The moment I pulled my shirt open, Russell lowered his head and moved his mouth along the areas that were wet from the wine.
I gripped the edge of the counter and looked down as Russell sucked, kissed, pinched, and bit my chest. I hissed at the bites and nipple pinches. He stood upright and smashed his lips against mine as he pushed my zipper down. I could feel his hard dick against my thigh as he reached into my pants. Russell growled into my mouth as he discovered that I wasn’t wearing underwear. He flattened his hand just above the hairline and moved his fingers through my hair until he reached my hard dick.
“Jesus, Ryan,” he rasped against my mouth.
Moans and whimpers escaped my throat as he gripped and stroked my dick. Russell made shallow strokes mostly, but occasionally he made long strokes that brought his hand over the crown of my dick head. He’d palm the fluid that had seeped from the head, and then slowly stroke down my shaft, spreading the pre-cum.
“God, I love you, Ryan,” Russell murmured and tugged the button on my jeans open.
He pushed my pants down and continued to kiss me while he stroked me. Russell moved his hand from my jaw and took hold of my hip. His fingers felt warm against my butt cheek as they curled around.
“Turn around, Ryan,” Russell instructed.
His teeth tugged on my bottom lip as he let go of my dick and guided me with both hands to turn around. My heart pounded in my chest when I heard him unbuckle his belt and then lower his zipper. I looked over my shoulder and could see that he crouched down. His hand pulled my ass cheeks apart and then he spat on my hole. As I felt my face get warm, I looked away and focused on the counter. Russell rubbed his saliva around while he reached around my hip to take hold of and stroke my shaft. When Russell stood, he gripped my right cheek and pulled it to the side just before he pressed the head of his dick inside.
I whined at the initial pressure and breach, and lowered my head. Russell slowly let go of my butt cheek and then snaked his arm between my body and my right arm. He pressed his chest against my back and cupped my throat as he began to move.
“Mmm, God, Ryan,” he moaned as he thrust deeply.
I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being his. I was wanted. I adjusted my hands and gripped the counter tighter to help keep my body from banging into it. I glanced to my left at the clock on the oven as the timer beeped. Russell hadn’t stopped or broke from his rhythm. Russell’s hand gripped my dick as it pressed against the counter while I watched the timer continue to flash at zero.
Russell let go of my dick and placed his hand on my left shoulder and gripped it tight. He moved his hand from my throat and grasped my hip as he moved his hips.
