‘We should have slept here last night,’ Will remarks, as his legs wrap around me and he reaches for my lips.
I stop him, and he leans back, confused. ‘I’m going to get a Johnny.’
‘Don’t keep me waiting.’
I break the record for the fastest, horniest man to run upstairs, get a condom, squirt lube on my dick, rip the condom pack open, and get Will’s legs propped on either side of my shoulders. He looks good underneath me, hands above him. I kiss his pits, inhaling the fur underneath, growling as I do so. I lube my finger, lube him, slipping my finger inside him and relishing his groans.
My dick finds his hole, and I slip the tip inside, feel him adjust to me as my eyes roll to the back of my head. He moans, and I wait as he takes a breath, his grip on me tightening.
‘Yes, Sam,’ he breathes.
Slowly, I slide deeper, until he’s groaning. Once my dick is inside, he presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed, brow furrowed.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I will be,’ he whispers, and he kisses me again.
With deliberate, gentle pushes I thrust into him, picking up the pace. His breath escapes him in hitched moans, until he’s groaning, his cries echoing off the stone walls. His hole stretches around me, his legs keeping me locked in, and sweat rolls down the tip of my nose, dropping onto his chest.
‘Fuck, Sam.’
‘You like that?’
‘Harder.’
I pound him, hearing the wooden bench creak underneath us. The pillows soften the blow as his head collides with the back bench, but he doesn’t ask me to stop. His eyes flutter, his mouth agape, and his fingers trace over my chest, my nipples, making me shake.
The slap of my balls on his bare skin gets faster, and I stretch his legs out wide, allowing myself to sink deeper into him. He rolls his head, moaning, stroking his dick as I collide with him.
‘Sam, you’re going to make me cum.’
A need to see him blow takes over. A haze rushes to my head and I prop myself above him, breathing onto his skin. He reaches for my neck, his eyes never leaving mine.
‘Fuck, fuck, Sam, fuck.’
His load blows across his chest, catching in his hair, and I dip to him, tasting his load. He kisses me, and it surprises me. Thiskinkier side to him on full display. A rush runs to my head, to my dick, and I squirm as I blow my own, throbbing inside him.
As I slow down, he pulls me closer, until we collapse in a heap.
‘I think our coffee’s gone cold.’
‘And I think I’m late opening.’
Chapter Forty-One
WILL
Day Eleven
Iam the sun, the breeze, the ocean and the monuments. A spring in my step catches the eye of a Greek man on a stall selling hats. He gives me a hesitant wave with a kind smile. I’m a main character, spinning on the street corner, enjoying the warmth of the sun’s rays.
Everything is going to be okay.
Coming to Athens is the best thing to ever happen to me, and it’s not just because I’ve been fucked into oblivion. Although that helps. Sam took me to another dimension with the way he nurtured me. Destroyed me. It accounts for the way I’m walking.
I’m glowing.
I float into the café where I’ve arranged to meet Ollie, order an iced lemonade, and sit outside in the shade, listening to the world go by. I could get used to a life like this. A man who meets my needs. The glorious weather. No responsibilities.
