Page 30 of Gift of You
MATTHEW
The moment the door closed,I had Louis pressed against it.
He swallowed a gasp as I took his face in my hands, holding him in place as I plundered his mouth. He’d walked into the store wearing his fancy coat with his hands full of goodies, and I’d gone instantly hard. Two orgasms with him yesterday hadn’t been enough. The dam on my bisexuality had burst, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I began working at the buttons of his coat but they weren’t cooperating. Irritated, I pulled away from the kiss. “What the hell is going on with these buttons? Is it a fucking chastity coat?”
He chuckled, removing his hands from my ass where he’d been kneading my flesh through the denim of my jeans, and started methodically working the buttons until he was finally free and able to slide the coat off his shoulders.
Leaving the garment where it landed on the floor, I tugged him into the living room, sat down on the couch, and pulled him down to straddle my lap. “You know we left Ernie down there,” he said as I ran my hands up under the fabric of his sweater, my fingers dancing along his skin. He yelped, then squirmed, the cleft of his ass rubbing against my dick deliciously with themovement. I’d forgotten how ticklish he was. I ran my hands back up his chest, more firmly this time, enjoying the way he was watching my every move.
“Cookies and coffee too. But Ernie’s used to hanging out in the store, and Stevie doesn’t mind. Sometimes I think Ernie prefers her to me anyway.”
I flicked my thumb across his nipple, watching in delight as he whimpered and let his head fall back. God, I loved how sensitive those little buds were. “Fuck, that feels good,” he whined.
I repeated the motion on the other side, and we both groaned as he rolled his hips against mine, sending a bolt of electricity shooting through my body. Wanting more, I rocked my hips up into him twice before he stopped me.
“Hang on,” he said, climbing off my lap. I missed the weight of him immediately, but when he sank to his knees on the floor, I decided maybe the change in position wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Scoot forward.” I did as he asked, sliding my ass to the edge of the couch so I was in a semi-reclined position. He made quick work of my belt, then unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. Like a homing beacon, my cock peeked out of the fly of my boxers, the pink tip shiny with precum. Louis removed his glasses and set them on the side table, then leaned forward, and settling his hand at the base of my cock, he swirled his tongue around my glans.
I wanted to watch him. Wanted to see the moment he took me all the way to the back of his throat and sucked. Wanted to know this was a man sucking me off, that it was Louis. But it felt too damn good and my eyes closed of their own volition.
“Jesus, you’re good at that,” I said as he took me deep, applying the perfect amount of suction.
“Mmmm” was his hummed response, the vibrations around my cock ratcheting up the pleasure. He pulled back, almost to the tip, then took me back inside that wet heat of his mouth. It was heaven.
Twice more he repeated the motion, then pulled off completely. I opened my eyes, struggling to refocus, my dick wanting nothing more than to find its way back into his mouth.
Louis tugged at my jeans and boxers, indicating that he wanted to pull them down. I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull those layers of fabric out from under my ass and down to the floor.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Now I can get to your balls.”
My dick jumped, signaling how much it really fucking liked the sound of that. I thought he might massage my balls while he worked me over with his mouth, but as he lowered his head, he bypassed my dick entirely, instead ducking down to lap at them.
I slid one hand over his head and down his neck, kneading the flesh at his nape, trying desperately to convince my orgasm to wait just a little longer. No one had ever sucked my balls before. Ally had given me blow jobs, of course, but she’d never ventured down below, and the feel of my sack enveloped in the wet heat of his mouth had my eyes rolling back and my dick twitching in warning.
“Jesus, Lou. That feels so fucking good.” My legs shook with the effort to stave off my orgasm, and when he popped off my balls and took my cock back into his mouth, it was game over. I came with a gruff shout, spurting down his throat over and over again until it felt like he’d sucked me dry.
Exhausted, I melted into the couch, limp and sated, but opened my eyes when I felt him tugging at my shirt. He was standing over me, one hand wrapped around his cock, while the other hand held my shirt out of the way. “Can I come on you, Matty? Paint your belly with my cum?”
I ripped my flannel open, popping buttons in the process, and spread it wide, exposing my torso. “Do it. Make a fucking mess all over me.”
He stepped forward, eyes dark and intense as he jerked himself with quick, efficient strokes. He was magnificent standing above me like that, working himself over like it was his job. And as beautiful as it was, I wanted to participate. To make him feel as good as he’d made me. So as he continued to stroke himself, his breaths coming out in short pants, I reached out and cupped his balls.
“Yessss,” he hissed, his hand stuttering before returning to its previous rhythm. I rolled his balls around in my palm, experimenting with the motion, trying to gauge what he liked.
“Slide your hand back.”
“What?”
“Slide your hand back. Press your fingertip against my hole.”
“Really?” I didn’t know why I was having a hard time grasping this concept. There’d been several scenes in my book that included anal penetration. I knew gay guys did that sort of thing... in theory. But this was reality. Did I want my finger in a guy’s ass? Was that weird?
His hand stopped stroking, his eyes refocusing on me. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Matty, but I was just going to have you press your finger against my hole. You’re not even going to enter me, just apply pressure.”
“You like that?”
