He leans down, and before I can say anything, he kisses me again. There is nothing hesitant about this kiss, though. He licks along my lips and then forces them open, pushing his tongue against mine and tangling them together. His breaths are coming fast against my cheek, and he makes a low moaning noise that makes my brain go completely dark. Then I kiss him back, fisting my hands in his silky hair. I feel insane, as if I need to meld with him so there’s no space at all between us. This is noprelude the way some kisses are. This is the first act of sex, and we both know it.
He twists in my lap, pressing the hard length of his dick against mine. His choked little whimpers hum against my lips, and I release his hair, filling my hands with his full arse and settling him more firmly on my lap.
Pleasure intensifies as we notch even closer together, and we both moan. A burst of laughter comes from the nearby open window, and I go still, staring up at Xavier. His blue eyes are turbulent in the shadowed light, like stormy seas, all traces of amusement gone. Under my hands, his hips continue to thrust and grind, as if he can’t stop himself.
I take a gulping breath like I’ve run ten miles, desperate for air and sweating from exertion. More laughter erupts from the window, and my hands tighten on Xavier, holding him still.
“Not here,” I say, guiding him off my lap.
His eyebrows lower and his lush mouth twists into a frown. He doesn’t want to stop, and God, I sympathise.
“Over there,” I command. I get to my feet and take his hands, helping him off the bench before shoving him gently towards an alcove safely away from the windows. The spot is shielded by a large lilac and protected from view on all sides.
Xavier tips his head against the brick wall and grins. It’s big and so charming that my heartbeat stutters, and I almost can’t bear it.
What are we doing? Xavier’s young and bold with it, and so it’s up to me to show some coolheaded common sense. I’ll give him a quick kiss goodbye and go up to my room, lock the door, and tomorrow I can give Jez an excuse and hare it back to London.
Sadly, cool heads are nowhere to be found.
I place my hands on Xavier’s shoulders, shove him more tightly against the wall, and kiss that gorgeous grin off his face.His arms immediately wind around my neck and he pulls me impossibly closer.
When I’m finally forced to pull away for air, my lips feel as tender and bruised as an overripe strawberry. He watches me, his face shadowed, but his eyes bright with lust. They widen as I lower myself to my knees.
“Reuben?” he breathes.
I smile up at him. There’s no humour in the grin, just a basic want that gnaws at my body and makes me set aside all of my concerns and worries. I have to have him. It’s as simple and profound as that—my whole existence narrowed down to just him.
“Give me your cock.”
He sucks in a harsh breath. “This is the hottest thing that’severhappened to me,” he whispers fervently.
“Thank you,” I say gravely. “Nice to know I’m ahead of the competition.”
With the speed of youth, he unfastens his jeans and pushes them down alongside his briefs. His cock springs up, the head already sticky. My mouth waters. I need to taste him.
I lean in and take him into my mouth, the movement slow and inexorable until he hits the back of my throat. I swallow deliberately, and he breathes out a choked moan. I glance up at his face and discover he’s smashed his hand over his mouth. My cock gives a little kick. My briefs are already wet with precome, but right now my whole attention is on making him come.
I pull back, licking along his cock before taking him back in. We don’t have time to play. I’d love nothing more than to spread him out over my bed and trace every line of his gorgeous body with my tongue, but that’s not happening tonight. It won’t ever happen I tell myself, but of course, nothing I say matters when I’m busy on my knees, my hands fastened tight on his hips as I suck and lick him until my chin is wet with spit.
Despite his attempts to be quiet, little moans and huffs of breath escape as he cants his hips helplessly, thrusting his cock into my mouth. His face is slack with lust, and as our gazes hold, he rucks up his shirt and squeezes his nipple, pulling at the bar. His head falls back against the wall, and he does it again, giving a soft groan.
His inhibited joy both touches me and turns me on, an honesty free of the posturing people often put on during sex.
I redouble the suction, lowering my hand and squeezing his balls gently. They’re soaked in spit and drawn up tight against his body.
The vein on his shaft’s underside hardens, and the taste of his seed is tart on my tongue. He’s close. I raise one hand and twist his nipple cruelly. He grabs my head, pushing me into his groin with no attempt at gentleness. I go willingly, bobbing up and down. My own cock is throbbing, but I ignore it the same way I ignore the sound of slurps and heavy breathing that obviously reveal what we’re doing to anyone nearby.
“Yes,” he gasps. He’s too loud, but, God, I want him even louder. I want everyone to see us, to know how mad he is for me. I pull off, blowing a stream of cool air over his cock, and he grunts. “No. Take it, Reuben.Please. I want to come so bad.”
The petulant whine calls to something inside me, and, as I swallow him down again, I send my finger behind his balls and across the thin skin of his perineum and then to the little hole between his taut cheeks. It’s hot and tight and I trace the wrinkled opening before pushing in my fingertip, all while sucking as if my life depends on it.
“Ungh. Ohyes.” His whole body tightens as he begins to pulse into my mouth. His come coats my throat, and I swallow eagerly, still pinching his nipple while he jerks and shudders, making little, breathy noises.
He slowly stills, and I pull off, licking my lips and leaning my head against his thigh for a welcome second. He runs his fingers through my hair, the movements gentle and far too tender.
For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this moment. The moment when I knelt at the feet of the most beautiful young man I’ve ever met. In years to come, I’ll remember the weight of his cock in my mouth, the taste of his come, and the heady scent of the lilac.
“Now you,” he whispers.
