“You’re so fucking hot, Stefanos?—”
“Stef,” he manages, a breathless reminder.
“Stef,” I whisper, savoring his nickname, thrilling at how responsive he is to me. We rest our foreheads, already damp with perspiration, against each other for a moment as we try to catch our breath, both overwhelmed. My body’s on fire for him. I shift and run my hand down his chest as he shivers, all the way down till I reach the strain of his cock trapped in his jeans.
Stef buries his fingers in my hair, pulling me in close for another kiss.
“Is this alright?” I manage between kisses.
“Yes.”
We’re gasping now, hungry for each other, our kisses deepening. And I can’t believe he’s here, that he came to London for me, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if this is how he felt when I turned up in Athens. Like his world’s been upended in the best possible way. That he traveled all this way—for me. Everything feels surreal, like I’m in another daydream, except he’s warm and firm against me, bringing me back.
My fingers tease him firmly through his jeans. Stef shudders. He pushes his cock, caught up in his jeans, into my hand without hesitation. We share increasingly desperate, clumsy kisses, and I pause long enough to focus on unfastening his belt and button-fly jeans. Slipping my hand inside his boxers, I glide along the length of his unyielding erection, freeing him. His cock’s glorious like the rest of him, dark pink, straining for his belly.
Stefanos moans. He pushes roughly into my hand, unable to restrain his want. “Please…”
“Yeah, gorgeous. Like that,” I encourage him, blood pounding in my ears. My fingers work him in rhythmic strokes, my mouth finding the hollow of his throat, the taste of his collarbone.
His fingers grip my shoulders, a slight push down. There’s nothing now beyond him and me and our urgency. I sink to my knees. When I pull Stefanos’ jeans and boxers down, his cock is more than hard.
More than ready for me.
I flick my tongue against the head of his cock, tasting the sweetness and salt of him. Without further hesitation, I take him deep into my mouth, and his hips spasm in response.
“Oh fuck,” Stef gasps, shuddering. His hands slide from my shoulders to grip my hair. He pulls. I shudder.
But it’s hard to know now who makes the animalistic noises, the crush of our urgency, the teasing that feels like it’s gone on forever. Since the night we first met. And it probably won’t happen again when he comes back to his senses. When he goes back to his ordinary life—and I begin my new one.
Forget that.
Instead, I suck him off with great urgency, desperate for his release like it is my own. More than my own. He’s writhing against the wall, both hands now in my hair, rough, and fuck, I’m so down for it.
My mouth’s relentless, the liquid movement of my hand as I stroke and tease, bringing him to the edge, and then still for a moment, only to start again till he’s begging my name, thumping his head back against the plaster wall. I pause for a moment, tilting my head back to admire Stef. He gasps at the absence of my mouth.
“Come for me, gorgeous. I want you to come,” I demand, and I’m back to sucking him off with renewed intent.
He’s sobbing out, and I work him harder, faster, pushing his hips back against the wall to keep him pinned in place. Right now, he’s more than everything, more than perfect, more than?—
And with a spasm, Stef comes in a hot flood, and I take all of him, shutting my eyes tight as we soon still.
Stef’s thighs tremble by the time I finish. His fingers are still tangled in my hair. I stare at him. Fuck, he’s gorgeous, hot and disheveled and, in this moment, very much mine.
And very slowly, as he comes back to earth, at last he releases me.
He gasps with the sudden absence of my mouth. I kiss his stomach as he shudders and helps me get to my feet. Then, Stef slides his arms around me, kissing me deeply, taking my breath in the best possible way.
Then, it’s my turn to be pressed against the wall. Stef kisses me thoroughly till shivers ripple down my body. He lifts his head, gasping, searching my eyes. His fingers run down my body, hesitating only a moment before reaching my cock. I shudder.
“Yeah, gorgeous…”
“Do you want me to—” Stef asks uncertainly.
“Oh yes. Please. If you want.”
Stef hasn’t been intimate with a man before, and I don’t want to completely overwhelm him. But he’s eager, pressing into me, evidently wanting this as much as I do.
Stef kisses me again, his fingers teasing as I press into his hand. His mouth works its way from my lips to my jaw, down my throat, and across my skin as he unbuttons my shirt. He soon frees me from my jeans. He hesitates only a moment, and then my cock’s met with the electric tease of his mouth.
