Page 38 of Unexpected Company
He taps my ass with the flat of his palm. Not hard enough to sting, but enough for a pleasant warmth to bloom at the place we’re connected.
“Roll over for me,” Garrett commands, his voice thick like molasses.
I waste no time flipping myself onto my back, pressing up on my elbows to peer down at where he’s kneeling – fully clothed – at the foot of the bed.
With his eyes on me, Garrett moves to stand, then slowly unbuttons his flannel shirt, his hairy chest making its appearance. Saliva pools in my mouth when I take in his pert pink nipples, surrounded by thick hair. What I would give to suck on those. To sink my teeth into them and listen to him growl.
“See something you like?” he asks, calling my attention back to his smiling face.
“Everything,” I reply. “Literally fucking everything.”
He hums under his breath, undoing his belt and painstakingly slowly pulling down his trousers and underwear.
My cock dribbles precum onto my stomach and while watching Garrett undress, I use the pearlescent drops to coat myself, giving a few languid strokes.
Garrett pauses his movements, his socks still on. Then looks to the side of the bed and utters ‘shit’ under his breath.
“I’ll be two seconds,” he says. His eyes pierce me when he delivers his next words.
“Touch yourself while I’m gone. But you don’t come. I’m the only one who’ll be making you lose it tonight.”
I gulp, nodding as I twist my hand up and down, then play with the head of my cock before resuming my gentle strokes. By the time Garrett’s footsteps sound from outside the room, I’m panting, floating so close to the edge, I’m tempted to say ‘fuck it’ and come. Damn whatever the consequences will be.
“Good boy,” he says when he walks back in, and I have to drop my hands from my cock and grip the sheets, breathing out through my nose.
“Fuck. Dammit, Garrett,” I choke out. “You cannot say shit like that when you’ve told menotto come.”
He moves to the end of the bed, throws a condom and a bottle of lube next to him and gestures to me with his palm upwards and two fingers folding towards him in a ‘come here’ motion.
“You came prepared,” I say, crawling towards him.
He smirks. “I did. It was a very helpful trip into the village.”
When I reach him, he slides a hand through my blue hair, using his grip on the strands to tip my head upwards. His lips smack into mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. He groans and I match his expression with a rumbling sound of my own.
Straightening up, with one hand in my hair, and the other stroking his hard, fat cock, Garrett guides me down onto all fours. He bends his knees against the edge of the bed, bringing his cock to my lips.
I don’t wait for instructions. Opening my mouth, I lick his tip and then wrap my lips around his shaft. He keeps his hold on me as I bob on his dick, sucking until my cheeks ache and spit dribbles from the side of my mouth.
“That’s it. So fucking good.”
I’m spurred on by his praise and the subtle thrust of his hips as he tries to hold back from fucking my throat. I suck him harder and take him deeper, my throat convulsing at the intrusion.
“Roman,” he calls out, pulling my head back and letting his cock spring free of my mouth. “Holy fuck. I need inside you. Right now.”
Flopping onto my back, I spread my legs and lift them, holding them up with a hand on the back of each knee. It’s a wordless invitation that Garrett accepts. He rustles open the condom, slides it on and coats himself generously with lube. Then he’s positioning himself so his cock is against my ass. I worry for a moment he’s going to enter me without prep but then he’scircling my entrance with a finger before sliding it in. I whimper at the intrusion, bearing down when he pushes in deeper.
“That’s it. Let me in. Good boy.”
Garrett leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that is all teeth, and want and need. He steals the air from my lungs while he stretches me, working two and then three fingers inside. My chest aches and my balls are pulling tight, the tingling sensation of an impending orgasm spreading from the tips of my toes to the base of my spine.
“Now, Gare Bear. Please,” I beg. Realistically, not much time could have passed, but I feel like it’s been an eternity since his lips first met mine. Like I’ve known him and wanted him this way, my entire adult life.
“I’ve got you.” Garrett sits back on his knees, drags me forward and then guides his cock to my hole, applying pressure as he presses through the tight ring of muscle. He moves slowly, allowing me to adjust to each inch he feeds me, until he’s seated all the way, my body squeezing around him. “God, you’re tight,” he groans, rotating his hips. The pain pleasure mix is exquisite, the burn and stretch subsiding until I’m lighting up with tiny electric currents of bliss.
Dropping my hands from my knees, I wrap my palm around my erection and stroke just as Garrett thrusts harder, the head of his cock brushing my prostate.
Gasping, I choke on air as he adjusts his angle, nudging that sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly until white lights sprinkle my vision and my cock explodes, ropes of cum shooting up and over my stomach.
