“First rule is I don’t fuck guys who are with someone else,” he bit out as soon as he tore his lips from mine. I was still reeling from the sizzling kiss so I nodded my head, though I was too frazzled to understand what I was agreeing to.
“I don’t do ex-boyfriend drama shit; I don’t do guys who are pretending I’m someone else-”
This time I was the one to kiss him. I was pleased when he kissed me back and while it ended too soon, I’d finally gotten a response from him that was anything but disinterested. “There’s no one,” I said firmly. “Tristan’s a friend. A straight friend,” I added for good measure. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year and there is no way in hell I could ever pretend you were someone else, even if I wanted to,” I said in a rush.
Memphis didn’t respond and my belly tightened with fear that my words hadn’t been enough to convince him. “I don’t do this,” I said as I motioned to the room with my hand. “I don’t do what we did in the bathroom.” I shook my head. “But with you…”
I felt like a fool because the man holding me prisoner with both his body and mind didn’t respond and the humiliation made me feel hot all over. I needed to get out of there – I needed to save what little dignity I had left. But instead of moving, I brought my hands up to clutch at Memphis’s waist and he didn’t resist when I pulled him closer to me so that our bodies were finally touching.
“Whatever you want,” I finally whispered, ignoring how needy my voice sounded. I nipped at Memphis’s lips as my desire took over and any rational thought I had left fled. “Whatever you want,” I repeated.
I didn’t breathe again until Memphis finally leaned in and claimed my mouth the way I’d wanted – no, needed – him to fromthe moment I’d walked into the room. He pressed me back against the door as he consumed my mouth and I couldn’t stifle my moan of excitement when his hands roamed over my ass and then gripped me hard, dragging my hips forward until our cocks came into contact. I shamelessly rubbed my dick against his, but the moment was fleeting because Memphis released me and stepped back.
“There’s a condom and lube in my wallet. Get both out and go sit on the bed.”
The rough order should have been a reminder of what this encounter was really about, but I was too turned-on to care. I pushed past Memphis and reached for his wallet. My eyes fell on his driver’s license as I flipped open his wallet and I was surprised to see how young and relaxed he looked in his picture compared to the cool, unforgiving man at my back. My fingers felt thick and useless as I fumbled to find the condom and packet of lube. When I did, I felt a moment of trepidation go through me, because there was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be the one wearing the condom. It was something I should have told him from the get go, but I was terrified that maybe not fucking a guy who’d never bottomed was another one of his rules so I kept my mouth shut.
I did my best to hide my nervousness as I went to the bed and sat down, the condom and lube clutched in my fist. I lifted my eyes to watch Memphis and felt my stomach flip flop when I saw the way he was watching me. His words might have been cold and distant, but his eyes were anything but. They burned with hunger as they roamed over me and I swore I could feel him touching me even though he was still standing by the door. When he finally moved towards me, I felt a rush of heat flash through me. As he walked, he began unbuttoning his shirt and by the time he reached me, I had a view of half of his impressive chest. But it wasn’t enough and since he’d stopped undoing the buttons, I took over, dropping the lube and condom on the bed. He hadn’t given me permission to touch him, but I didn’t care and I looked up to see if my boldness had angered him.
It hadn’t.
It definitely hadn’t.
Because even before I reached the last button on the shirt, his hand came up to rest on my head. He began petting me gently and when I finally separated and pushed his shirt off so I could see all of him, his fingers threaded in my hair.
Memphis wasn’t heavily built, but everything about him was obscenely perfect. From the broadness of his chest leading down to a lean waist, to the fine black chest hair that led in a trail past his navel and disappeared into his pants. He didn’t have the sculpted abs of a gym rat, but every muscle was still perfectly defined and there wasn’t an ounce of extra flesh on him. I couldn’t resist my need to touch him and my cock thickened as I ran my fingers over his warm flesh, testing each ridge and curve. I felt a little tug on my head and allowed Memphis to force my eyes up to his.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a raw, dirty kiss that was meant to claim ownership and nothing more.
I fucking loved it.
By the time he released me, I was squirming on the bed in the hopes of finding some extra space in my pants for my throbbing dick. But instead of reaching for my belt, I went for his. My desire to explore disintegrated as I fumbled to get his pants open. While I managed the belt, I struggled with the button and when I finally managed to get it open and the zipper down, I was so impatient that I didn’t even bother to shove his pants down. I just reached into his underwear to grab his cock. Memphis groaned the second my palm encircled him, but I was too needy to slow down long enough to watch him enjoying what I was doing to him. The second I managed to free his thick, pulsing cock from his clothes, I closed my mouth around the tip and lapped up the pre-cum that was already bubbling up from the slit.
I had enough experience giving head to know I needed to take my time swallowing his length, so I used my hand to stroke his shaft as I sucked on the head and traced my tongue all around the ridge. I forced my jaw to relax as I took more of him in with every pass down his shaft. He was bigger than any of the men I’d done this to in the past, so my jaw was aching and tears were stinging my eyeswhen I finally deep-throated him and swallowed. His groan of pleasure made everything worth it and when he tried to pull back a little, presumably to let me catch my breath, I grabbed his ass with my hands and held him in place. I relaxed my jaw and throat as I pulled off of him long enough to grab some air and then I sucked him down again till my nose was buried in the wiry, neatly trimmed hair at his base. At some point Memphis fisted his hands in my hair, but he didn’t fuck my mouth the way he could have. It was heady to know he could take over at any time, but chose not to.
Because he liked what I was doing to him.
Somehow knowing that made me feel like maybe this encounter wouldn’t be the meaningless sex Memphis had hinted it would be. With that in mind, my need shifted from trying to show him I wasn’t some naïve kid fumbling his way through a sexual experience, to wanting to show him why whatever this thing between us was worth exploring further. I let Memphis’s dick slide from my mouth until just the tip was trapped between my lips, but instead of swallowing him down again, I used the flat of my tongue to lap at his slit and then I ran it along his length until I reached his balls. I was still sitting on the bed which made it hard to maneuver so I dropped to my knees in front of him. I licked his balls gently as I used my hands to work his pants down until they were pooled around his ankles. I removed my mouth long enough to help him work his shoes and socks off and then step out of his pants. The second he was free of the fabric, I buried my nose in his groin and inhaled deeply as I let my hands trail over his thighs, up to his waist and then over his ass.
Everything about him was hard and hot and the more I tasted and felt, the more my own cock leaked excitedly in my pants. I went back to playing with Memphis’s balls and sucked each one into my mouth in turn. I returned my mouth to his cock and tortured him with long licks, gentle nips and the occasional suckle until he was pushing forward with his hips, presumably to get his dick back in my mouth. I let my fingers tease his balls and then I slipped my hand farther back to search out his crease. With one arm between his legs and the other wrapped around him to open him for my touch, I looked up at him to make sure I wasn’t crossing any boundaries. Allthe guys I’d been with had liked it when I’d done this to them, but they’d all been eager bottoms. My gut was telling me that Memphis didn’t give it up to anyone and I might be pressing my luck. But when I lifted my eyes, I had to stifle a moan of excitement because his eyes had gone black with lust and the desperation in his gaze was intoxicating. Since I’d paused in what I was doing, his eyes found mine and I held them, hoping he knew what I wanted.
He seemed to hesitate for several long seconds as he just stared at me and I could almost see the internal battle he was waging. I suspected that my guess that he didn’t usually allow such an intimacy was correct and I was about to withdraw my fingers from where they were resting in his crease when he suddenly nodded. And then he did something unexpected. He leaned down and kissed me. Not hard, not passionately. Sweetly. Chastely. It was in complete contrast to everything else that was happening.
My chest exploded with an unreasonable hope and the second he released my mouth, I sucked his dick down and gently pressed my finger against his hole. Memphis let out a rough curse and grabbed my head, curling his fingers in my hair. He finally began to rock his hips forward so I focused on relaxing my jaw and gag reflex and just let him fuck my mouth. Every time he pulled out, I rubbed his entrance and was rewarded with a variety of grunts, groans and curses. I would have been happy for him to come in my mouth, but something in Memphis seemed to snap because with no warning, he yanked his dick out of my mouth and then reached down to pull me up by the arms. I was flat on my back on the bed within a split second and then Memphis’s entire body covered me as his lips crashed down on mine. I was still fully dressed while Memphis was completely naked and the contrast was both exciting and frustrating. Because I needed to feel him everywhere. Unfortunately, I was helpless to do anything since he’d pinned my hands to the bed with his and he seemed to be content just to keep kissing the shit out of me.
“Please,” I whispered against his mouth between kisses.
Memphis pulled back just enough so he could look me in the eye. He studied me for a moment and then released my handsbefore he settled all his weight on me. He sipped at my lips as he softly said, “Tell me what you want.”
I wanted desperately to tell him I wanted everything, but I knew that would ruin whatever was happening between us. I wasn’t sure exactly what that was, but I chose to believe it was more than just fucking.
“I need you,” I breathed against his mouth.
Memphis ran his tongue over my bottom lip before gently placing a kiss on it. I was shaking violently from all the sensations tearing through my body and I wondered if he could feel it. I could only lie there as Memphis sat up and straddled my body as he began working my tie loose. Every time his fingers grazed my body, my dick jerked.
“Please,” I bit out again, my voice sounding like a strangled cry more than anything else. I had no idea what was happening to me, but my level of need was scaring the hell out of me. It was like something inside of me wanted to bust out of my skin.
Memphis studied me for a moment and then he leaned down to kiss me. “It’s okay,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’m going to take the edge off, okay?”
