“We could have a little coffee shop on the beach. You make the coffees, and I’ll serve them. Maybe I’ll sell handmade furniture on the side.” I loosen my grip and move my hand in lazy strokes, enough to tease but not enough to take him over the edge.
“That sounds nice.” His body is warm and the perfect fit against mine. He protests when I remove my hand, but quickly continues speaking when he realises I’m stripping off his shorts to give myself better access. “We could have a little house that we renovate ourselves.” Darius lifts his hips and, though the position is awkward, I get his shorts off and then my own before hauling him back against my chest. Miles of naked, sleep-warm skin in my hold.
“And sunflowers in the garden,” I add, rubbing my erection in the crease of his ass. He wraps his arm around my neck, leaning back to chase my lips, and I give him what he’s seeking, pressing our mouths together, my tongue invading.
Tasting.
Devouring.
I swallow the moans vibrating from his chest as I rut my cock against him, pleasure building in my core. I wrap a hand around his shaft again, this time using a firmer grip, starting at the base, stroking and twisting up and down.
When Darius speaks again, he’s panting, writhing on the bed, pressing himself harder against me, as if he’s trying to erase any space that might exist between us. “What about a hammock in the garden? You could –” he groans deeply when I swipe my thumb over his tip “– fuck me in it.”
“Hmm.” I bite his bottom lip, eliciting the sweetest whimper, before pushing him forward so that he’s flat on his stomach, face pressed to the rumpled sheets. Crawling over him, I rest my body on my forearms and bring my face to his temple, nuzzlingmy nose over the light hair there. Then, I lick his earlobe and blow on it, feeling him tremble beneath me. “I’d fuck you in all the rooms of our home. On every counter, too.”
Darius groans, then repositions his hands, one stretching towards the headboard, the other bent beneath his cheek. There’s a stirring of anger in my belly when I see his splint, but I push it away, refusing to letthat maninto this moment.
Leaning back, I spit into my palm and slick the saliva over my shaft before settling my weight on top of him. Using one hand, I guide my dick into the space between his thighs.
“Cross your legs at the ankles, babygirl,” I command. Darius shuffles on the bed, crossing his legs, tightening his body’s grip on my throbbing erection.
“I want all of that with you, Ollie, but –” he groans when my cock rubs against his taint. I push into the tight space, kissing the back of his neck and over his cheek, then rest my forehead on his temple.
“I know.” For now, it’s a fantasy – one I don’t know if we’ll ever have the chance to make come true, but one I hold on to. And it makes my pulse race and my blood sing with a heady mix of want and need andhope.
Darius squeezes his legs, and I moan, the friction calling all my attention to the here and now. To the moment where the man I love is with me. Where he’s mine and I’m his and that is all that could possibly matter.
Moving my hips, I fuck into the tight channel created by his thighs.
“So tight,” I rasp. “Feels so good.” Needing to kiss him, I lean over and press my lips to his. The position isn’t the best, but Darius kisses me back, his tongue duelling for control, and I melt, feeling him everywhere. His breath in my lungs. His scent in my nose. His sweat on my skin.
Bodies entangled.
Hearts connected.
Heat rises beneath my skin, nerve endings coming alive and sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through me. Darius whimpers into the kiss and I move faster, the glide eased by the pre-cum dripping from my cock. My hard thrusts push him into the mattress and he moves his hips in time with mine, chasing his orgasm as he fucks the mattress.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I bury my nose in his hair, inhaling more of his scent. “I can’t get enough of you. You are perfect. Every inch of you, made to be adored.” I kiss any spot I can reach, sweat beading on the back of my neck as I work myself harder and faster between his legs. My orgasm is right there, the inevitable plummet into unrivalled bliss waiting for me.
“Ollie. Ollie, please, I need…more…fuck, please.”
Fuck, I need to come, but I need him to come first. “I’ve got you. Hold on for me, baby.” Bringing a finger to Darius’s mouth, I slide it between his lips. He sucks on the digit, getting it nice and wet before I pull it out. Sitting on my knees, I spread his cheeks and tap the finger at his puckered entrance. His body is sweat-slicked and his thighs are red, glistening with my pre-cum. When I push my finger into his body, Darius gasps, tensing at the intrusion.
“Let me in. I want to make you feel good.”
He breathes out, bearing down on me, and then I’m slipping fully inside. When I crook my finger, tapping against his prostate, his hips lift off the bed and a loud moan fills the air.
“Yes,” he says, humping the bed and my finger simultaneously. He’s lost to the pleasure as I continue to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. His movements grow frantic and he’s babbling incoherently, my name falling from his lips like a song.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. So good and perfect for me.”
His entire body tightens, squeezing around my finger as he cries out, painting the sheets with his cum. My cock throbs, need coursing through me at an alarming rate.
“Fuck,” Darius chuckles, his body melting into the mattress, a satiated smile gracing his face. My finger slips out and I blanket him with my body, my hard cock trapped between us.
“Can you take more? I really want to fuck you.” My voice is a needy rasp in his ear.
“Yes. Fuck me, please.”
