Page 57 of Commitment Issues
Breathing in deep, I drown myself in the salt tang of our arousal before I close my eyes and sweep my tongue up the length of him, sucking and licking and flicking the swollen head. He whimpers and mutters something incomprehensible as I lave my tongue over his juicy slit, in between lavishing him with little sucks and kisses.
“You like that, Freddie?” I murmur as I nuzzle into his groin, rubbing my face against the rough hair at the base of his dick. “And what about this? Do you like this, too?”
Pushing his legs further apart, and up, bending them at the knee, I open him up; my breath trembles through me at the first sight of his entrance. Slowly, I tease the tip of one finger over his hole, feeling the nervy flutter of muscle, as I circle around the edge, thrilling as his body responds to my touch.
I push a little harder, a little deeper, until I breach the tight ring of muscle, up to the first knuckle.
“Elliot.” Freddie moans my name, sending a shiver across my skin and more heat to my cock.
I slip my finger free, and Freddie groans his protest.
“Not yet, baby, not yet,” I breathe. I suck on my finger, tasting his dark heat. I want and need more. Easing his legs further apart, grabbing one of the pillows, I push it under his hips, canting them upwards. Closing my eyes, I press my face into him, finding his hole and heat and his dark wetness as I breach his muscle with my tongue.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Freddie’s words are wrenched from him as I dive deeper into his body. Licking, sucking, kissing, opening him up, fucking him with my tongue. Behind my closed eyes the world flashes brighter than the storm above. I press a finger into him, then another, the two of them battling with my tongue. Under me, he squirms, and mutters, and curses.
“Elliot, please.” His voice is pleading and plaintive. I look up and he’s staring down at me, need and want and longing lighting up his face. “Please,” he says again, as he drifts the fingers of one hand across my hair. My heart hitches and all I can do is nod, not trusting myself to speak. I rip open the condom, ready to sheath my dick.
“Let me do it.” Freddie twists up onto his knees.
Taking the condom from my hand he looks up at me through his lashes, a hint of the shyness that always seems to hover around him, and even though we’re naked together and about to fuck ourselves senseless, that small look tugs at my heart. He rolls it down my length, before smoothing over lube, his touch sending shockwaves through every muscle in my body.
Outside, the storm still thunders overhead, the wind whipping up and grabbing at the thin voile curtain from the open verandah door. Taking his face between my palms I kiss him, long and slow, taking my time, tasting and savouring his plump and juicy lips. He sighs into my kiss, and I could carry on kissing him into eternity, but my dick has other ideas when Freddie runs his fingers all the way along my length. I switch him around and tug his hips up so he’s on all fours, his high, round arse sticking up in the air and his back arched downwards. My heart goes wild, its crazy beat reverberating throughout my body.
“So beautiful, so damn gorgeous,” I breathe as I knock his legs further apart, spreading him wide, his hole a dark shadow.
I squeeze my dick, tapping it, bringing back the little hardness that’s been lost as the condom had closed down on me.Rip it off, chuck it aside, go in bare, feel the rasp of skin on skin, feel his heat…Jumbled words from some place dark in my brain. Nothing between us but hot wetness… My fingers itch to obey the primitive urge, but I suck in a deep breath and shove the clamouring voices aside.
Shuffling forward, slipping my hands to his hips, I press my body to his. We fit together as seamlessly as though we’ve been cut from the same material. I rub my cock along the crease of his arse, shimmying across his hole, pressing the tip to his muscle.
I smile as Freddie makes some strangled, needy noise, and he slumps slightly, his weight shifting, as he clamps his hand around his dick.
“Ah-ah.” I bat his hand away. “That’s mine, baby, just like this is for you.” Lined up, I push into him.
Freddie cries out as I breathe his name, shaky on my lips.
One hand on his hip, the other I snake around his waist. His body quivers, his harsh panting filling the sultry air around us. I still my hips, killing the thrust. I want him, I want him so badly. I want to fuck and rut and hammer myself into him. I want to make him cry and scream my name as his body pulses out its climax, but most of all I want not to hurt him.
“Shush,” I whisper, peppering small kisses on the back of his sweat-damp neck. “If it’s too much, we can—”
His head jerks around, our faces in the dark so close we’re burned by the furnace of our breath.
“Too much? We can —stop?” His voice is rough and rasping, every ground-out word a challenge. “I said I wanted you to fuck me,” he snarls.
“And so you did.” I thrust hard into him as I grasp the challenge.
The room fills with his curses and moans, his guttural, primal cries, his gasps and whimpers. His skin against mine’s hot and slippery with sweat. I ram my hips forward, burying my face in his neck as I suck hard on his flesh, marking him as mine. I suck harder, stretching the skin tight between my teeth as he pushes back into me, his arse pummelling into my groin.
“Oh, Jesus, oh fuck,” I mutter. My brain’s all but short-circuited. My orgasm’s rising within me, a tide of heat that’ll overwhelm if I let it. I slow and, pulling out almost to the tip, I squeeze down on the base of my cock. The tide that threatens to break the barrier recedes, and the mist fogging my vision clears — but my heart all but bursts from my chest when I see my cock half-buried between Freddie’s pale arse cheeks.
“Elliot? Are you okay?”
Freddie looks at me from over his shoulder, concern lacing his words.
I answer with a kiss, and beneath my lips I feel his soft smile. On his warm, damp skin, my grip on him slips and we lurch forward, and collapse in a heap on our sides.
“Fuck,” I grunt, as beneath me Freddie giggles. “Think that’s funny, do you?”
