Page 18 of Glitter

“I said, I’m not straight.” He uncrossed his arms and slowly made his way across the open floor space. “And you’re nothing at all like my brothers.”

I watched him cautiously as he kept getting closer and closer, not stopping where I expected him to. Instead, he placed one knee on the sofa cushion next to my thigh and straddled me with his thick thighs. My hands automatically went to his hips, holding him in place, even though my eyes were bugging out of my head.

His right hand rose to gently cup my jaw as he leaned down towards me. “Although youareadorable.” He ever-so-softly brushed his nose along my jaw before his teeth tugged at the earring still in my ear, making me jolt. “I want to do so many very naughty things to you.”

There was no way on this earth that I could stop the wanton moan that rumbled out of my chest. My fingers flexed against his hips, holding him in place while my cock rapidly hardened underneath him. With the way he was sitting, there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t be able to feel my growing arousal.

In response, he rolled his hips so I could feel his own firm length poke against my stomach, unencumbered by pants like I was. “Would you like that?” he murmured in my ear, a soft exhalation caressing my skin. “Would you enjoy feeling your throbbing cock pulse against mine?” His lips grazed my cheek in a barely there kiss. “Or I could swallow your dick until there was no more room left for me to move until your cum exploded down my throat.” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his eyelashes flutter against me, his beard grazing me with every movement. “Would you like that?”

I groaned, my hips thrusting up to meet each one of his grinds down. My hands abandoned his hips to envelop him in a hug, pulling him to me so I could feel his body against mine, even through the clothes we were both still wearing.

“Tell me what you want, Blue,” he whispered, his lips moving against my skin with every word.

My eyes rolled back as I held him close, scared that if I let him go, I’d wake up to find this was nothing but a dream. “I want it all, Henry. Give me everything.”

A tortured sound fell from his lips before they crashed into mine. His hand flexed against my jaw, holding me steady while we devoured each other. His tongue darted out the moment I parted my lips, fucking into my mouth in a tantalizing prediction of what I hoped was still to come.

Without leaving my lips, he shuffled back slightly on my knees. I whined at the loss of feeling his pulsing cock against mine, until I realized his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper of my trousers, struggling to get them free because I was so hard it was causing the material to obscenely stretch and buckle.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally got my pants open and pushed the material away and down so that my throbbing cock was set free. I felt more fumbling until he let out a groan of relief, and I felt his dick slide against mine, pre-cum already smoothing the friction.

He pulled his lips from mine and we both looked down to see our cocks pressed hard against each other. As our foreheads rested on the other’s shoulder, I heard one of us groan but had no idea which one of us it was, and I honestly didn’t care. Henry did his best to wrap his fingers around both of our cocks, sliding his hand down slowly to our bases then back up.

After swiping my thumb against our cock-heads to collect more pre-cum, I eased my hand in to meet his, my fingers slotting effortlessly against his thumb. We moved togethercompletely in sync, each slippery glide getting quicker and quicker.

My other hand was still holding fast to his back, feeling his muscles flex and release with every move he made. Soon enough, our hands weren’t enough, and I felt Henry thrust against me. I followed his lead and alternated my own thrusts with his until we were both panting.

“I’m so close,” I murmured, feeling drunk on what we were doing. My head rolled on his shoulder until I was facing him, his lips only inches away from mine, my lids half closed from the lust I was feeling. “Henry—oh my God—”

He surged towards me, his mouth meeting mine in the sloppiest of kisses. With every thrust, I moaned into his mouth, only for him to eagerly swallow the sounds down. I felt myself whimper as my body tensed and froze, my orgasm barrelling through me with absolutely no chance for me to warn him.

I cried out when I came, but the sound was muffled from Henry’s lips glued to mine. His answering moan vibrated through me, prolonging my orgasm far longer than I’d experienced in the past.

He used my cum as lube, stroking us both up and down several more times until he came, grunting as his release spurted across our fists before finally relaxing his hold and his body on top of mine.

Panting heavily, he slumped against me. “Holy fuck.”

I let out a random giggle. “Yeah.”

He huffed out a chuckle of his own. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve done that.”

“Yeah?” I raised my cum-covered hand and gave it an experimental lick, humming at the taste. “Me too.”

When he didn’t say anything in response, I looked up to find him staring at me with lust filled eyes, his lids hooded as he watched me lap at the cum streaking my palm. He held hisfingers up, silently offering them to me. When I nodded, he slowly traced my lips before sliding one finger, then two, into my mouth to rest on my tongue. I sucked eagerly, making sure I held his eyes as I did.

With every pull, he groaned, each one getting louder and louder.

I held him close, not wanting us to separate just yet. If these were the only cuddles that I was going to get, then I wanted them to last as long as possible.

Once his hand had been sucked clean, he threaded his fingers through my hair, carefully tucking some of the longer strands behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful, Blue.”

I ducked my head, too shy to hear what he was saying. I wasn’t used to hearing things like this. Even though I had enough self-confidence to always think I looked good, I barely ever heard it from anyone else, especially not in a post-coital setting.

“No, angel.” He tucked a curled finger under my chin to lift my face. “Don’t shy away from me saying that. You are.” His eyes were so full of awe and honesty and affection that I felt something crack in my soul. The growing stress and anxiety from the past few months fractured enough to force a tear to roll down my cheek. “Oh, sweetheart.” He gently pressed his lips to mine, gifting me a soft, languid kiss, devoid of the frantic lust that had fuelled us before.

A scrabbling sound broke us apart and Henry sighed as Sir Cattus darted past us, his tail stretched out behind him as he raced around the room before disappearing down the hallway.

“Um…?” I stared at where he’d vanished for a moment before a thud echoed through the house. “What is happening right now?”

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