Page 64 of Out of the Shadows
I jolt, the spasm rocking through me as his fingers find my buckle, and my heart gallops out of control, knowing his hand will be on me. His fingers fumble at my belt and fly, and I can’t help the smile that chases its way across my lips when I pull myself from him and slip from his lap.
“What…?” His voice is incredulous as he stares up at me, his eyes fogged with lust, his mouth swollen and damp.
My only answer is my discarded trousers, chucked aside in a crumpled heap.
My cock strains against my boxer briefs, and I squeeze down on the hard ridge. For a second I close my eyes as I touch myself, as I feel my heat through the thin, juice soaked cotton. I suck in a deep and trembling breath as all the time I rub and squeeze and stroke. Dragging my eyes open I stare at Daniel. My heart leaps and heat floods my belly and I press down hard on the base of my cock because, Jesus, I could come here and now. Any misguided belief I had that I was leading, that I was in control, is smashed away into the long grass.
“Beautiful.”
His gaze meets mine. There’s lust and heat, need and hunger in their depths. But it’s not the want that sends my heart racing wild and out of control. There’s reverence and awe and a tenderness no man before has shown towards me.
“Cosmo Stern. Beautiful, incredible, compelling.”
His gaze drops away, back to my still stroking hand, and his eyes narrow as he bites down on his red and puffy lower lip. He starts to unbuckle his belt.
“No.” I knock his hands away. This is something I’ve long dreamt of doing.
His white, plain boxer briefs mirror my own, and like my own they’re damp with sticky arousal. I ease his cock free, all the time stroking and teasing my own cock and balls through the soft cotton.
I swallow hard. I’m twenty-two again, as all the fantasies I had about Daniel Russo come rushing back. Everything I dreamt about, everything I craved, everything I wanted even though I raged that I hated, loathed and despised him when all the time I wanted him like I’d wanted no other man.
Wanthim like no other man.
His flushed, heavy cock rises from a thick thatch of dark hair, and bobs against his stomach, trailing a thin thread of pre-cum. I squeeze myself hard and I wrap my free hand around him, thrilling at his heat, his hardness, at the weight of him filling my hand. Daniel groans and mutters, low and unintelligible, as he throws his head back, his breaths coming in ragged pants. I swipe my thumb over his juicy slit, smearing his wetness over his arousal-darkened, bulbous glans.
He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his spine arching from the back of the chair. His arms hang down to the side, his fists clenching and unclenching. Those hands I’d batted away, now I want them wrapped around me.
I wriggle out of my underwear, freeing my own aching shaft before I once more straddle his lap. I spit into my hand.
“What…? Oh fucking hell, Cosmo.Fu…”
He stares down as I wrap my palms around both our cocks, crushing them up against each other, heat on heat, velvet soft yet iron hard. Daniel’s breath is hard and tight, all his muscles quiver as I drag my hand upwards, sliding our foreskins up, sliding them down, our cocks slippery with saliva and our combined sticky juices.
“Look at me Daniel. Look at me.”
He lifts his head and his gaze locks with mine. My heart smashes against my ribcage.
This man is undone in a way I’ve never seen before. His eyes, always so blue, are a black abyss. A hard flush colours his cheekbones and a rime of sweat shines on his face. And those lips, those lips that taste so damn good, are swollen and wet and dark, bruised and stained from our brutal, heart stopping kiss that took every one of my breaths away.
I crush my lips to his, once more chasing the taste of him. Our bodies, moving as one in perfect rhythm, our hips riding each other in a relentless rock and roll. His hands find the back of my head, and his fingers scrub through my hair. I don’t care about the sting across my scalp because all I care about is this man’s hot, brutal, and devouring kiss. I could kiss him and kiss him and kiss him forever, but our cocks riding the tunnel of my fist have other ideas.
“Put your hand on mine,” I gasp out, desperate for him to feel this with me.
His hot palm covers mine and together we set a frantic pace as we rut into our tunnelled fists. Our hips roll faster and faster, the wet slap of flesh on flesh and our ragged breaths ripping through the silent kitchen.
“I never knew, never thought…”
Daniel’s eyes meet mine, huge and bright, alive and so full of joy. And it’s me who’s done this to him, for him. Me, me,me.
My orgasm, violent and unstoppable, thunders through me. The rhythmic thrust of my hips shudders and falters as my balls tighten. My whole body jerks, my cry desperate as I tumble over the edge, spasming hard, coating our hands and stomachs in hot cum. Daniel’s own climax follows right behind me, his cries and gasps, and his release, mixing with mine.
Together we ride the crest of our orgasms, finally letting our hands slip away when our cocks begin to soften. I’m breathing hard, and I’m covered in sweat and more. My muscles and bones refuse to hold me up and I slump forward onto Daniel. His arms circle me, catching me and holding me tight, and I close my eyes wanting only to rest against his chest and listen to the hard and steady beat of his heart.
“Hey,” he whispers, and I drag my eyes open
Somehow, I pull myself up and blink as I meet his eyes.
He’s smiling at me. Heat and lust have been replaced by something softer.
