by A L Williams
“I want you. I want to touch and taste you,” I murmured.
Dex groaned, pressing his body into mine as if he couldn’t stay away.
I knew I couldn’t.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I want to take you apart until you can’t remember your name.” With nothing further to say, I kissed him again harder this time, reaching for his keys. He let them go, melting into me. I ended it and walked around him, leaving him standing there with an obvious hard on. I glanced down, eyeing my growing cock.
When I managed opening the door, too focused on my need, I glanced back to see him following me inside. I threw his keys on to the table by the door. He stopped behind me and I turned around, grabbing him by the hand and seconds later his back hit the wall. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed inside him.
He clung to me, the most delicious sounds falling from him. He wasn’t holding back. His body shook against mine, his cock pressing into my thigh. I reached behind him, gripping his ass and hauled him up into my arms. He faltered, pulling away from the kiss and instantly wrapped his legs around my waist. I leaned him against the wall, our eyes locked in heat and need. My cock throbbed, nestled between his firm thighs. Sliding my hands along his legs I pressed all my weight into his. He reached up and stroked my cheek. My skin tingled where he touched, and I leaned into it. My stomach began to flutter. It was insane. How was it possible to bounce so seamlessly between lust and affection with him? Was it him or was I just touch-starved?
I swallowed and he pulled me closer, kissing me as he cupped my cheeks with both hands. At the moment I didn’t care why, I just wanted more. We kissed like that for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes until we parted, sucking in much needed air. My grip tightened on him and I looked around, spotting the bed against the wall. I carried him to it and lowered him, I stripped off my shirt and he did the same.
I unzipped my jeans, pulling them off. He wiggled his much tighter pants off and kicked them to the floor. He looked at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I trailed my eyes down his body. It was so different from a woman. I had never taken the time to look. Where women were soft and round, he was sharp and sculpted. Would his skin be rough?
I stopped at his groin, his briefs tented by an impressive erection. He was nowhere near as large as I was, but my ass clenched at the possibility of him inside me. I shook that thought off and moved, climbing on top of him. He rose onto his elbows as I kissed his leg and moved, dragging my lips along his skin. I was surprised to find his flesh soft and it only grew softer as I reached his thigh. I inhaled, his scent intoxicating, the intense aroma of his arousal growing as I approached his groin. I bit the inside of his thigh and he gasped, his cock jerking ever so slightly in his briefs.
I smiled and bit the other thigh. He groaned this time, dropping on to his back. I crawled up, pressing my nose into his groin. Doing this with Izzy was addictive. Her feminine pheromones did their job and pulled from me a primal urge that sometimes scared me. Who would have thought Dex, a man, would do the same? I took in his scent again, his musk growing stronger. I glanced up as a wet spot spread at the tip of his covered cock.
My mouth watered and the urge to taste grew exponentially. I got to my knees and reached for his briefs, pulling them down over his erection. His cock popped out, glistening with precum and rebounded from his stomach to straight up. I licked my lips. It was hard and red at the tip, dribbling a ridiculous amount onto the small patch of curls at the base of his shaft. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a man leak like this. Well, at least not in the porn, which was the only time I’d seen a hard cock other than my own.
I looked up at him, his breath coming fast still. He watched me without a word, the golden hazel now dull. He eyed me with so much need I almost came on the spot. I returned my gaze to his cock and reached out, circling the base with a single finger without touching his erection. I repeated the action until his body began to tremble and, if my instincts were correct, I needed to get on with this before I embarrassed myself. The sounds he was making were too much. I ached.
I settled myself on my stomach and studied his dick. It wasn’t much different from mine. I reached out and wrapped my fist around it and froze. “Do you have lube?” I asked.
He didn't respond right away, instead exhaling loudly. I pushed back onto my knees and inspected him. His eyes were closed. When he opened them, I saw the desperation and want glittering there. I gasped. I don't think I had ever been wanted the way his eyes told me he did. It felt intense and almost too much.
“The drawer,” he said, waving his hand in the direction of his end table. I climbed off him and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some into my hand. I threw the bottle, not caring where it landed and crawled over him again, no longer hesitant. I curled my fingers around his cock and stroked. His hips thrust into my fist and he groaned. I pumped him the way I liked, lingering at the head and dragging my fist over his sensitive skin. I loved the electricity it would send down my spine and from the sounds he was making and the wiggling of his hips, he did, too.
I jerked him, the sound of a slick hand on cock filling the room and mingling with his moans of pleasure. He thrust again into my fist, settling into a steady rhythm. His cock pulsed in my hand and mine mirrored it. It had been so far ignored and was now staining my briefs. I ignored it, not wanting to stop. Not wanting to miss his pleasure.
His need.
I wanted to devour it. To store it in my memory forever. Sweat gathered on his skin as he arched off the bed. I watched in awe as he chased his pleasure, his hips thrusting without restraint. He was close. He was beautiful.
I squeezed his cock, preventing him from thrusting, and he whimpered. Ducking my head, I licked his crown. He jerked and shuddered. I did it again, this time savoring the salty flavor. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I had tasted my cum on Izzy’s tongue before, but I’d been too far gone to care. He tasted good. Not necessarily because of the taste itself. It was the way his breath caught and the continued spurt of precum as I gave him pleasure.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked on the crown. He thrusted and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged and jerked away.
“I—I’m sorry. No one has ever done it that way,” he panted.
I wiped the spit from my mouth and grinned. “Well, that’s depressing. I love it when it’s done to me.”
I crawled back over to him and grabbed his hips, pressing them into the bed and I returned my mouth to his cock. “Oh my—” he said, trailing into a long moan as I slid his cock further into my mouth. I went halfway down and then back up again, hollowing my cheeks. I did my best at swiping my tongue over his heated flesh and I moaned as his cock continued to weep between my lips.
I sank down further this time and stopped just before his head hit my gag reflex and pulled up. My cock throbbed in my briefs and I pushed my hips into the bed to relieve some of the pressure. He reached down and put his hands on my head, not shoving me down, just holding me as if he needed something to anchor himself. I thrusted my hips as his cries of pleasure grew lower. His cock was pulsing in my mouth now and saliva was dripping from the corner of my mouth mixing with the lube and precum.
I quickened my pace, sucking him fast and hard, matching the thrust of my own hips into the bed. I was so close to coming. So close. I dipped down once more and without releasing it his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged for a moment before swallowing around it, determined to give him whatever pleasure I could; the best I could. He shouted and the taste of salt landed on my tongue. His hips jerked as he came, his body quaking beneath me. I gagged once again but took as much of it as I could.
Cum and saliva dripped from my mouth. We were a mess, but I reveled in it, humping the bed. My spine tingled and with a final thrust into the comforter I tensed and his cock hit the back of my throat once more, releasing another spurt of cum. Pleasure rolled through me and I felt like I would drift away if it wasn
’t for his hands, gripping my head tightly. He continued to thrust as I came until he hissed. I pulled away releasing his softening cock and collapsed onto his thigh as my orgasm waned and I plummeted back to reality.
Our harsh breaths filled the silence. A hand began to stroke my head and I closed my eyes, humming in pleasure at the comforting contact.
She would have been gone by now.
I blinked and my vision cleared, revealing his flaccid cock laying against his groin. I wiggled finally noticing the sticky mess in my briefs. “You should go get cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice distant. Tired.
“We both should.”
I glanced up at him, finding a smile on his face. “Most of my mess went down your throat.”
My face warmed. “True.”
“Go get cleaned up. I know you want to.”
I wiggled again, scrunching my nose at the feeling. I hated being covered in dried cum. I sighed and scooted off the bed. “I’ll be back.”
“I can’t guarantee I'll still be awake.”
“Sleep,” I replied, making my way to the bathroom, his taste still lingering.
Chapter Seventeen
Dex
Sitting at one of the long tables, that stretched from one end of the lab to the other, I eyed the Bunsen burner as the flame flickered and spread across the glass beaker. The contents bubbled as a yawn escaped me and I flopped back on the stool. The before night had been…it had been amazing.
Dinner had been an emotional rollercoaster, but when we left to my apartment everything had flipped on its head. I hadn't planned on him coming in. I thought that we would say our goodbyes at the door and maybe even share a kiss. No matter how much I’d wanted him. I didn’t think he would actually do anything, and I was far too freaked out to initiate. I couldn't have been more wrong.
One second his tongue was down my throat and the next we were inside with my body pressed into the wall and my cock straining against my zipper. My mind spun a hundred miles a minute. I couldn’t think clearly. His body overwhelmed mine, metaphorically and literally. I knew he was big, but the weight of him did things to me I couldn’t explain. It made me want to submit. To get to my knees and let him shove his cock into me. Use me like a toy.
I groaned at the thought, glancing around the empty room and readjusting my hardening cock. The content of the beaker began to bubble high and I turned the burner down. I hadn’t made it there, though. Before I could form a thought, he had me on my back, staring down at me like a curious child, wanting to try out a new toy, and I was more than willing to be played with.
By the time we got our clothes off, we were both rock hard and everything was a blur. I remember that I had almost choked him. My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to hurt him, but his mouth had felt so good. I’d gotten plenty of blow jobs. They were great, but many of the girls would complain about their jaw hurting or it would be subpar, but he...oh my God did he have a mouth on him. The way he sucked on my crown sent me on a tailspin.
He’d never sucked cock before that was obvious. I was shocked that he even wanted to, but it was the best I’d ever had even as unskilled and sloppy as it had been. Of course, I knew it had a lot to do with the fact that he had one of his own—that or maybe I was just that thirsty. Whichever it was, goddamn.
Before he climbed on to me, I saw the obscene tenting of his briefs. His cock was bigger than I thought. It had to be at least twelve inches. My asshole clenched around nothing. There was no way he would get that in. It was impossible. I wasn’t some twink in a porno who—.
“Dex!”
I jumped and noticed the chemical solution spilling out over the beaker onto the table. “Shit!”
Turning off the burner, I carefully ran, gathering as many towels as I could. I threw them on the table, watching the solution soak into the cotton.
I dropped onto the stool and peered up at Prof. Cruz. His arms were crossed over his chest and he stared at me with a deep frown. My stomach tightened. “Sorry.”
“What’s made you so distracted? You’re usually more attentive than this.”
I looked aside. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“I hope it’s not some woman. Your education is far more important.”
“It won't happen again sir.”
He studied me and then nodded and walked away.
I slumped, glancing over my shoulder as he moved to his desk in the back. I couldn’t count the times Prof. Cruz had lectured us about the dangers of personal romantic relationships getting in the way of our education. Most of us knew he was right. As future doctors many of us wouldn’t have time for dating or relationships. Starting a medical career usually meant long hours and sleepless nights. Even so, was that really the reason why he held such contempt for romance or sex? I shrugged it off. It wasn’t any of my business.
Standing, I dragged the towels across the table to sop up the rest of the solution. My mind drifted back to Ra and as I carried the soiled towels to the nearby bin I wondered if he was thinking of that night as much as I was.
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A few weeks later my phone buzzed on my end table. Once my hands were dry, I walked out of the bathroom, answering it. Ra flashed across the screen. My stomach fluttered and I smiled, pressing the green icon and putting the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I said, trying desperately to hold back the excitement. It had been a month since I had seen Ra due to finals.
April had dashed by and the school year was about to come to an end. We talked on the phone, of course, but the combination of my need to study and his increase in spring and summer work made it impossible to plan dates.
“Hey. I wanted to know if you’re free to have coffee or something?”
My heart sped up.”Yes!” I said.
He chuckled. “All right. Meet me at two p.m. at The Coffee Lounge.”
When the call ended my phone buzzed and Izzy’s number flashed across the screen. My stomach dropped. She had called me a couple of times over the last few weeks, but due to my classes we couldn’t talk for long. I sensed some distance between us that I didn’t think would ever be repaired. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if she found out Ra and I were seeing each other. “Hello?”
“Oh my God! Dex I need your help!” she said.
I tensed and my stomach rolled. Something was wrong. “I got into a bit of a jam and need you to come get me out.”
“Out of where?” I said, dropping on to the bed the feeling getting worse.
“I was arrested.”
“Arrested for what?”
“Some cop was harassing me and I kind of cursed him out. They put me in a twenty-four-hour hold.”
I clenched my jaw. “Does Ra know you’re there?” I scolded myself for using his nickname.
She didn’t comment on it, instead scoffing. “Of course not. I’d never hear the end of it. Come get me. Please. I don’t have my car here and I have no idea what happened to my purse.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Fine. You’re in County, I assume.”
“Yes.”
“Be there in thirty.”
The call ended and I threw myself onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I wondered if any of it was worth dealing with her. All I wanted was a peaceful relationship with a woman and to finish my last four years so I could start my life. Now I was dating a man and the woman I thought I wanted was a drunk who was becoming increasingly annoying.
The worst part was I had a feeling that one of two things were going to happen. Either I would have to walk away because Ra would never abandon her—I knew that for a fact—or I would have to accept that I had ended up in some twisted love triangle that was a recipe for disaster.
What the fuck has happened to my life?
When did I walk into some teen romance?
I chuckled to myself. I already knew the answer. I couldn’t just walk away from him, so I had to find a third option.
I needed him away from her.
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Thankfully, she didn’t come closer, instead walking around the car to get in the passenger side. I climbed in and started it, rolling down the windows. She slumped in the seat and stared out as I pulled away, disappearing down the street towards her house.
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I lounged on the couch in the living room as Izzy showered, staring out the back-patio glass doors. The sun had risen higher in the sky, dancing off the glass that created a kaleidoscope of light along the floor.
Thankfully, it hadn’t taken long to get back to her house. Even with the windows down I almost passed out from the stench and I considered never drinking again. I dragged my hand down my face, wishing I could rewind back to a month ago when I had woken the next morning with Ra pressed into my back. It had been so long since I’d felt his body on mine it was beginning to feel like it never happened.
My cock wanted more of him and it had made that point clear every night when I couldn't go to bed without jerking off. I wanted him badly even though I had already had him.
You haven’t really had him.
My ass clenched. I shot up when I heard footsteps and I looked back, finding Izzy entering the living room dressed in an oversized T-shirt and shorts that did nothing to cover her ass. She walked over and plopped on the couch next to me, wrapping her arms around mine and leaning into me. I sighed and tried to relax, not wanting her to feel the discomfort.
We stayed like that for some time. Neither of us spoke. We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know how to breach the subject. We’d already had the conversation and she didn’t seem interested in acknowledging the problem.