“Yes, of course,” I say, cupping his head and carding my fingers through the soft waves. “On the bed?” I grab his elbow after he gets up and immediately sways. “Whoa. Easy.”
He leans into me, his eyes bleary, the ocean blue drowsy with need. “Take your jeans off,” he says bossily.
I slide them off my hips, and they fall to the ground. Then I strip off my briefs and stand naked in front of him.
“So hot,” he groans.
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”
Humour lights his pretty eyes briefly. “Only the ones who are going to let me spunk on them.”
I lie on the bed and pat my chest. “Get up here.” Then I grunt as he scrambles on and promptly elbows me in the throat. “Fucking hell,” I wheeze.
“Sorry, hope you’re okay. I currently need to come too badly to show much concern.”
The garbled words make me laugh. I grab his hips as he moves over me, positioning him so he’s straddling my torso. “Show me,” I order. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
“Alright, but don’t use a timer and judge me because I’m going to come in seconds.”
“Duly noted.”
He rests one hand on my chest and his fingers card through the hair there as his fist shuttles up and down his dick. It’s long, slender, and the same honey gold as his skin, the head pink and sticky with precome. I run my finger through the slippery mess and raise it to my mouth, sucking on the digit.
The salty taste explodes on my tongue. “Fuck,” I breathe reverently. “You’re delicious.”
His hand speeds up as he begins to rock, sliding his balls along my stomach and obviously relishing the hair there. The movements are graceful and possess an inherent sensuality that’s incredibly sexy.
“I’m close,” he gasps.
I grab his hips. “In my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Oh my god,” he breaths and then he’s obeying me, sliding up my chest. He arches over me and his cock slides into my mouth. I angle my head, taking him down deep and swallowing around him.
He tastes salty and clean and I suck harder, hearing his garbled whines and moans. I raise my finger to his mouth, giving him an unspoken command that he immediately obeys, and my cock twitches as he fellates my finger until saliva runs down his chin. I pull my finger away and reach around, tapping at his tight little hole.
I wish fleetingly that I could see it as I slide my finger inside him, searching for the spongy nub. I find it and rub it in quick pulses.
His whole body goes rigid. “I’m going to—” He pulls away and hovers over me, jerking his cock frantically. His face contorts and he cries out. “Coming. Ohfuck.”
Liquid pulses over my stomach and I cup his balls, squeezing gently and prolonging his climax.
He rides it out, shuddering and groaning before falling still. Then he gently totters over and falls onto the sheets beside me.
For a few minutes, the room is silent apart from our pants and the occasional groan.
Then he stirs. He turns into me and slings his thigh over mine, burying his face in my chest. “Stay for a minute,” he says.
I hesitate, but the bed is warm and cosy, the sheets smelling of sex and laundry detergent, and ever-present tiredness tugs at my bones. It’s a tiredness that never seems to go away.
“Just for a minute,” I say, my voice slurring at the edges. “I’ve got to be somewhere.”
I come awake with a start to complete darkness and for an awful few seconds I have no idea where I am. For a wild moment I hear harsh voices speaking in a foreign language and the sound of a shot.
Then it fades like morning mist lifting from a field and I become aware of a warm weight against my side and a lax arm slung over me. I breathe out a measured breath. I’m safe. I’m in bed with a sunshiny boy and the darkness isn’t complete. Night has fallen outside the window, but moonlight is now drifting in, tracking the lines of the furniture.
I relax back into the pillows. I slept and my mind feels clear and fresh again. It’s such an unusual feeling after suffering through months of insomnia. Then I stiffen.Moonlight?
I raise my arm and squint at the numbers on my watch.
