“Get on your knees, you little tease.” He grips my hair to direct me where he wants me. When I kneel, his free hand strokes my cheek. “So pretty.” Blood pumps faster through my veins at his praise. His thumb moves to my mouth and I open, buzzing with anticipation. He pushes inside and I suck the pad of his thumb like I would with his dick. “That’s right, Jellybean. Show me how much you want the real thing inside that sweet mouth of yours.” And I do. I circle it with my tongue and suck like my life depends on it. “I’m obsessed with your lips. The image of your lips wrapped around my cock is imprinted in my brain.” I release his thumb with a pop.
“Let me refresh that image for you.” My fingers work on opening his jeans, because let’s be honest, after that speech there is no way I won’t suck him off. I moan when his shaft pops out in front of my face. “I missed you so much.” I lick him from the base to the leaking tip and moan when his precum hits my taste buds. Gavin chuckles.
“I’m pretty sure I was with you all day. How can you miss me?” he jokes and I squeeze his balls hard, which makes his grip on my hair tighten.
“I miss your dick in my mouth, it should be there permanently.”
“Open up for me, baby.” I do as I’m told and he teases me with the tip of his cock, tapping it on my tongue a few times. I lick the slit and moan when I taste precum oozing from his tip. “Are you gonna be a good boy and let me fuck that pretty face?” I nod slightly because he’s still gripping my hair. I can feel my cock leaking like crazy. How can it not when his words drive me insane. It’s everything I ever wanted. This is a dream come true. A guy that I can trust not to hurt me while hurting me in the best possible way. “Tap my leg if it’s too much and I’ll pull out.” I feel my heart start to flutter at all the things that go through my head in this moment, but now is not the time for a declaration of love. It’s time to show my man that I’m ready to take whatever he wants to give me. And I’ll love every minute of it.
Sucking him into the heat of my mouth I take him deep to let him know that I’m ready. Gavin spreads his legs wider for better balance and I relax my jaw just before his first thrust. I can feel he’s holding back, afraid of taking it too far. I’m happy to show him my deepthroating skills. Putting my hands on his ass I urge him to go deeper.
“Baby, fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” I don’t bother answering, instead I engulf him to the base and close my throat around his tip. “Oh God, how are you doing this? Fuck, that feels amazing.” I ease off a bit to take a breath and like some kind of switch has been flipped, he takes control. I don’t have to think about anything, just feel. He pumps his hips, pushing deep to block my airways and waiting until my throat closes around him. He lets me rest with shallow thrusts, while I suck and lick around his hard head savoring it like my favorite lollipop.
“Just like that, baby. You suck me so good, can you handle more? I want to feel you choke on my cock.” I moan in response. Even if my mouth was empty I wouldn’t be able to respond with actual words. “Come on, show me how good you can take it.”
He grabs my head with both hands and puts one leg on a chair. With the new angle he goes to town on my face. It’s hard for me to take a breath and despite having no gag reflex, I choke. Spit runs down my neck. My vision becomes blurry as I start feeling the lack of oxygen. Like Gavin can feel it too he pulls out of my mouth and pulls me up to my feet. “You were such a good boy,” he praises as he tugs at my shirt, removing it from my body. He kisses me, working on my pants at the same time. I step quickly out of them and he spins me around. “Bend over, baby, and spread your legs.” Just as my forearms touch the table I feel his arms on my inner thighs but he doesn’t stop there. He grabs my hips and lifts me into the air. Standing sixty-nine? Fuck yes. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” I do as he asks, already feeling the blood rushing to both my head and my dick.
“Oh my God.” It’s all I can say when I feel his tongue on my hole. His dick is bobbing in front of my face waiting for me to capture it between my lips so I put my hands on his thighs for leverage before swallowing him down. My movements cause friction on my cock, it’s rubbing on Gavin’s hairy chest and I’m in heaven. My balls tense up. My groans vibrate in my throat and he gets even harder.
“Fuck that feels amazing, baby, I’m so close.” He bites my ass hard and I can’t stop my orgasm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I repeat it like a mantra while hot spurts of my release spill between us. When the bliss wears off I continue to suck and jerk Gavin.
“Yes, baby. I’m gonna… oh fuuuuuck.” I drink every drop of his cum. When his softening cock slips out of my mouth I drop my head onto his leg panting for breath.
“You need to put me down, before I get dizzy.” I laugh when he maneuvers me like a rag doll setting my bare ass on the dining room table. “Damn. That was hot as fuck.” Smirking at him I let my fingers wander over his chest where my cum stains his fur. “I think we need a shower because as much as I love seeing you like that, it will be a bitch to remove when it dries.”
He looks down at his chest admiring my cum work. “Look at that, we started and finished our evening with art.” I start to laugh because damn if he’s not right.
CHAPTER 16
GAVIN
With the art show right around the corner it’s crazy in the shop. I’m finalizing my sketches that will be displayed for sale. The Geisha is finished but the Samurai needs a little bit more work. Thankfully I have the time to sit down and perfect it. I don’t know how we would have handled everything without Pete. Thanks to him we haven’t fallen behind with clients or paperwork. He arranged for furniture to be removed to storage and returned the next day, food to be delivered and someone to clean up after the event so we didn’t have to do it by ourselves. He even managed to get these incredible custom frames donated for us to display the sketches in.
All the while still working on his pet project. Pete’s Pet Project or 3Ps as he’s calling it. He managed to create the costumes for Thor, Loki and Hulk. I was amazed at how detailed they were, right down to the detachable hammer chew toy. At the moment he’s in the middle of some kind of secret project which he’s very excited about but won’t tell me what it’s for.
I love watching him in his element. I didn’t expect the amount of affection I feel for him. Just as I predicted when he first crashed into my life at Game Night, I’m addicted. I crave his presence all the time, and it’s not only about sex. He breathes life into me. Surrounds me with this infectious energy and never-ending anticipation for his touch. I want him with me all the time. When he’s not spending the night at my place I struggle to fall asleep, my bed feeling cold and suddenly too big. I recognise the obsession for what it is, another form of addiction but fuck if I plan to quit this one.
I watch him now out of the corner of my eye as he sweeps the floors preparing for the display stands to be delivered. There is a pile of artwork that had previously been on the walls around the shop, pictures from work the guys and I have done over the years, in a pile ready to be taken to my office and stashed away to make room for the artwork that is going on sale. Each of the artists in the shop have an assigned wall to display their sketches and a few other local artists have donated pieces that will stand on the displays throughout the room. Again this all wouldn’t have been possible without Pete’s quick thinking and problem-solving. The more artists that stopped by to donate, the more gray hairs I was getting, but my little Jellybean just stepped right up and took charge… thank fuck.
Lifting my head from the black-and-white Samurai I'm working on, I sit back in my chair and allow myself a few moments to look over Pete’s body. His ass in those jeans should be illegal. The ass I was buried deep inside this morning. “Hey Pete, come over here for a sec,” I call out and watch as his bright eyes sparkle at my tone. Clearly my lust-filled mind is making it very clear what I was just thinking. Without a second's hesitation he crosses the room, abandoning the broom and dropping onto my waiting lap.
“Yes, Grumpy Bear?” He smirks and all I can do is drop my face to cover his lips with mine.
I try to keep the PDA to a minimum at work. The guys get far too much entertainment out of seeing me turn into a teddy bear for this man but sometimes I just can’t help myself from taking a handful of his ass or a kiss here and there. With my hand firmly pressing him against me I swallow his moan of contentment or pleasure. Either way I don’t want these assholes to hear his sexy sounds.
“Alright, alright we get it. You two are fucking like rabbits, but can you kindly take it elsewhere? I do not need to see my little brother getting mauled by a bear… AGAIN!” Ryan groans from somewhere behind us. I feel my lips lifting in a smile as I slowly pull away. Pete however pouts and lifts his chin up to send a death glare Ryan’s way. “One, I am not your brother, and two, fuck off, do you know how many times I’ve heard you and Drew fucking?” My shoulders shake with laughter but before Ryan can respond Pete’s phone goes off in his pocket and he bounces up like his ass is on fire. He’s still keeping his little secret from me and as much as I want to snatch his phone and read his text I know better, and besides I trust him. Whatever he is planning is obviously important and on a need-to-know basis and clearly I don’t need to know.
Giving him his privacy I turn back to my sketch and debate whether to leave it black and white or to add small pops of color. Perhaps some red on the blade or maybe green on the dragon adorning the ornate handle. Lost in my own thoughts I don’t notice Carter until he’s sitting right next to me holding out a red pencil like he knew what I was deliberating. “Red dragon,” he says, pointing to the sketch. I take the pencil without a word and begin to shade the dragon, lightly at first so I can really make the shadows pop with a heavier hand on the lead.
“So, you and Pete are all loved up then?” he asks and I should have known he wouldn’t have just come over here to help with the drawing. I offer him a grunt in response because I will not confirm or deny anything to anybody except Pete. We have been inseparable for weeks now and he spends almost every night in my bed but it’s too soon to start detonating the L-bomb.
Yeah right, you are so far gone for that kid, just admit it, old man.
I growl at Adam’s voice in my head and Carter lifts an eyebrow in question or perhaps confusion. Fuck me, it feels like I’m having a three-way conversation. Shaking my head to force Adam’s commentary to the back of my mind I turn to my friend.
“It’s new, but I like him and that’s all I’m gonna say about it so fuck off back to your own station.”
