Up in the Air 2

by George Loveland

  He stroked at the bristles on my belly where I hadn’t shaved. His hand gripped my cock, pumped it a couple of times before he kissed the head and then took me into his mouth. As soon as the warmth hit my skin my knees jolted. He alternated his mouth and hand on my cock, whipping me into a frenzy which had me grip his hair until I had to gently push him off me. I wanted to come, but not yet, I didn’t know how long he would stay, so needed to draw out our time together. I stepped back to give him space to stand, and kissed him again before I dropped to my knees to return the favour. He leaked on my tongue and I savoured the salty taste as I took him in. He muttered my name, but something in me wanted to hear him cry it out.

  “Max.” Antonio groaned. I loved the way he said my name. He squeezed my shoulders, which I took as a hint to stop what I was doing. Antonio switched off the water, put his hand under my arm to help me stand, and then got out. Had I pissed him off? I stood there for a moment, not sure what was happening, until he held out his hand for me. My foot slipped as I left the shower but righted myself in his arms. Antonio grabbed a towel and wrapped it around us. With no space to move, he kissed me.

  Our kisses slowed. The need to explore each other was there, to have each other, to give ourselves over. But now, it was slow and tender. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like this. A tear trickled from my eye as his arms snaked around me and the towel dropped.

  I shivered; but it wasn’t on purpose.

  “Let’s go to bed.” He nodded to the bathroom door and let me lead him to the bedroom. I switched the main lights off and at the same time turned the bedside light on.

  Antonio stood behind me; the warmth from his body filled mine, even though cold droplets of water which held in the hair on his body touched my back. I yanked at the covers, cursing housekeeping for how they had anchored the quilt to the bed. I got in first and clambered to the other side of the bed, then turned around to face him.

  He was slow in his movements, as though he still doubted being here, but something changed within him as he climbed into the bed and snuggled up to me. When he kissed me, I whimpered into his mouth. His hardness prodded my leg. I wanted to hold him, to wank him, to feel him inside me, but his hands were around me, stopping me from moving.

  My cock hardened more at the thought. There was something about giving myself over to him that thrilled me. I kissed him, the only thing I was able to do, before he twisted me around so my back was flush to him, his arms around my body.

  “Goodnight,” he breathed into my ear.

  I tried to move, but his grip was strong, and I pushed my arse into his cock, which was still hard. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep like this.

  “Antonio, please.” I wiggled my arse on his cock.

  “No sex,” he said. His body didn’t seem to have the same thought though as his cock prodded at my arse cheeks and slipped into the crack.

  I moved my arse up and down to create some friction, some movement, and was rewarded with a groan. His grip on me relaxed, and I was able to move my arm and get my hand on his dick. He retaliated by grabbing my cock and pumping me. It didn’t take much for me to turn around and face him. Our mouths collided in a hot explosion of breath as we found each other again and pumped away. The tension built within me and when I didn’t think I could hold on any longer he beat me to it. His cock jerked in my hand and covered me with hot liquid. It set me off and I cried into his mouth and let go, causing a hot sticky mess between us.

  Only our mouths moved as we kissed slow and deep. We held onto each other until things dried and started to pull at our pubic hair. Antonio jumped up and went to the bathroom and returned with a wet flannel. I braced myself for coldness, but it was warm as he wiped away the remnants of what we had done.

  He took his time to explore my body as he wiped me down, and even though my dick was deflated, it twitched as his hand caressed me. It was strange to have someone look after me after what we had done. Once we were cleaned up, he took the flannel back to the bathroom and then climbed into bed. I drew the covers over us both, laid my head on his outstretched arm, kissed his lips and closed my eyes. The warmth of his body and the gentle rhythm of his breath were all I needed to fall asleep.

  Chapter Eight

  I stretched out in the bed with a smile. Last night had been intense and I wanted to savour the memory of it. I scooted my body around in the bed and pushed a leg out until I touched my target. Except my foot found the edge of the bed. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around; I was alone.

  I dropped my head back onto the pillow and sighed. It would’ve been too good to be true for a guy I liked to stick around in the morning. The pillow was already wet from where I’d drooled in the night; it didn’t need my tears to be added to it. Twisting myself around, I sat up and looked around the room. I knew I was kidding myself, but I hoped there was a note, something that told me he was going to be back. There was nothing.

  My phone was the same. Nothing. No message from him or anyone else. Resigned to the fact there was not going to be any more with Antonio, I climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. I could wash last night off my body and him out of my head.

  The knock on the door startled me. I knew housekeeping wouldn’t be around yet, it was too early. I looked through the peephole and sighed in relief. My heartbeat doubled as I opened the door to find Antonio there with cups of coffee.

  “Max, you’re naked, close the door.”

  I giggled, stood back and let him in. “I didn’t think. I didn’t expect it to be you.”

  “Well, I tried to wake you, to tell you I was getting coffee, but you were dead. You’re adorable when you snore though.”

  “I don’t snore!”

  “Yeah you do, it’s cute. I could get used to it.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. He could get used to it?

  Antonio walked over to the desk and put the coffees down. I followed him, excited he had come back. As I stood behind him, he turned around and kissed me.

  “Morning,” he said as he tugged at my dick.

  I whimpered into his mouth, and then bit his lip. His chuckle vibrated through my body.

  “I didn’t think you’d be back.” I looked him up and down. “Did you go home?”

  “No, I had some spare clothes in the car. My other clothes were still too wet from last night. Except…” He pulled his shorts down to show me he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He grabbed his cock and waggled it around.

  I had to laugh, but when he put it all back I whined and pouted.

  Antonio waggled his eyebrows and dropped his shorts. “Better?”

  “Much,” I said. “Now your top.”

  “You do it.”

  My cock twitched at the thought. I took a step forward, gripped the hem of his T-shirt up from the base and rolled it up his body. He lifted his arms to help, but instead of taking the T-shirt off, I made sure it held his arms in place, but his eyes covered and enough space to breathe through his nose and mouth. I stopped and stroked my fingers up and down his body, taking my time to explore the dark hair on his chest, to pinch his nipples and trace his jaw with my fingers. His cock sprung to life, but I ignored it – for now. I pressed my lips to his and savoured the taste of his tongue on mine.

  Satisfied, I removed his T-shirt and returned to kissing him. We snogged for a few minutes before he stopped. He scrunched up his face.

  “Erm, you have morning breath.”

  My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh God, don’t sugarcoat it or anything, will you.”

  He laughed. “I like to be honest. You’re a good kisser, but I can taste my cock in your mouth.”

  “What?”

  “My cock is good, but it’s better to kiss with a fresh mouth.”

  “You’re unbelievable,” I cried as I went to the bathroom.

  “Aww, thank you.”

  “It wasn’t a compliment,” I yelled back.

  I freshened up in the bathroom and headed
back to the bed where Antonio was sat up with his coffee. He motioned for me to grab the other cup. I added creamer and got into bed with him. He had already propped up the pillows for me, and held back the covers for me to get in. Once I was seated, he tucked me in and snuggled over to me. Our elbows knocked together.

  “Thanks for the coffee.”

  “Welcome. I need coffee before I do anything else in the morning.”

  “Noted.”

  I loved the way his lips quirked when I said that.

  “What do you have planned for today?” I asked.

  “Doggie style.”

  I spat my coffee back into the cup. “You’re a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”

  His hand reached under the covers and squeezed my thickening cock. “No, I think you have the same thing in mind.”

  “What happened to your ‘no sex’ policy from last night?”

  “That was last night. Now I’ve seen your ass, I can’t resist.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Plus, you’re hot.”

  My cheeks flushed, and I wanted to blame the hot coffee, but I knew it wasn’t the case.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  Antonio nodded, knocked back his drink and placed the empty container down on the bedside cabinet. “I’m ready.”

  “Why’d you reject me so many times?” I looked into my cup. I didn’t want to hear the answer, but I wanted to know why he’d put me through all of that.

  Antonio moved down into the bed and onto his side to look at me. He reached out and stroked my chest.

  “You shouldn’t shave your chest anymore. It’s better when you grow it out. You will look sexier when you have some hair there.”

  “I’m not sexy now?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

  He chuckled but continued to stroke my chest. “I said sexier, you’re already sexy.” He leant over and kissed my chest.

  Every kiss he placed on me sent tingles through my body. When he pinched my nipple, I let out a tiny yelp of pleasure and when his tongue brushed over my nipple I had to put the coffee down or I was sure I would have spilt it. I scooted down and looked him in the eyes. I got lost in the chocolate brown of his eyes, the length of his eyelashes and the contours of his face. However, I still wanted my answer.

  “You going to tell me why?”

  He sighed, as though he was trying to avoid the question. “The first time was because I’d heard you in the toilet. I didn’t want a vomit kiss.”

  I flushed with embarrassment. I had to hand it to him now I thought about it, I wouldn’t have let me kiss me either.

  “Okay. Second time? Why pull your friend off me?”

  “Because he’s straight. He likes how guys fall over themselves when he’s in a gay bar, but it pisses me off. When they tell him no, he doesn’t like it.”

  “Are you sure he’s not gay?”

  “Well, there are rumours, but I’ll let him come out in his own time,” Antonio said.

  “Okay, so why didn’t you let me kiss you the second time? I didn’t have vomit breath then.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  “Well? Come on, tell me. Please?”

  “I saw you the night before,” he whispered.

  “I saw you too. You were getting close with some other guy. I didn’t see you after that.”

  “He was a friend. He’d broken up with his boyfriend and wanted me to help him out.”

  “You have that kind of friendship do you?”

  “We hooked up before, and then became friends.”

  “Ok.”

  “Yeah, but he was drunk so I took him home. When I came back to the bar, you were…”

  My heart sank, and I wanted the ground to open up. He didn’t need to finish.

  “You saw me with that old guy and I was out of it.”

  “Yeah.” He hung his head, and then looked back at me. “When you tried to kiss me the second time I thought you were drunk and I didn’t want a drunken kiss.”

  “I wasn’t drinking last night though.”

  “I realised after I’d left. I remembered seeing the green band on your wrist. My teammates and I earnt them once. We never misbehaved again.” A smirk briefly played across his face. “When I realised what an idiot I’d been, I rushed back to the bar. I had my number written down for you and was going to give it to Brandon if you weren’t there, but when I walked in you were dancing with Crystal. It was good watching you dance, the way she spun you around. I wanted to cut in, but she palmed you off onto those two guys. It hurt. I wanted to be the one dancing with you. When you turned around to face that guy, I saw red—”

  “And you pulled me away.”

  “Yeah. Sorry.”

  “I’m glad you did.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I would have probably been arrested for incident exposure or something.”

  “I would have bailed you out.”

  My heart doubled its beat, and I knew he was telling the truth. I moved over to be closer to him. His eyes twinkled, and they closed as our lips met. Antonio took me into his arms; his free hand stroked my back as our cocks began their own dance. Even though we were close, there was too much space between us. A thought bubbled up within me; I needed him, and it scared me. I’d been on my own for so long, being with someone else for more than just sex scared the hell out of me. Yet, with him, I felt safe. His hand trailed down to cup my arse as a finger circled my hole. I pushed into his hand; I had to be connected to him, to feel him in me.

  “Condoms,” he breathed into my mouth.

  “In the drawer, behind you.”

  He twisted around so he could open the drawer and got the lube out and put a condom on. I held my hand out for some lube, but he shook his head. He placed a kiss on my lips then twirled his fingers around, an instruction for me to turn over. I did so, willingly, and pushed my arse up and out a little. He didn’t go straight for the jackpot though. Antonio placed his hands on my shoulders and started to massage me. I melted into his touch, and enjoyed the way he moved his hands down, kneading at my back and alternating strokes of his hands with a kiss from his lips.

  Antonio took his time as he went down my body, and when he reached my arse I thought he would stop, but he kept going. His hands continued to massage my legs, all the way down to my ankles before they started to come back up. When he finally reached my bottom, I sighed in relief as he rubbed my cheeks and spread them apart. Hot breath tickled at my hole until I heard the lube packet being opened, and a cold drizzle of liquid hit me. His thumb circled the entrance before he pushed it in. Instincts took over as I pushed back on him, needing all of him in me.

  “Please,” I called to him.

  Answering my plea, the thumb was taken away and replaced with the hard pressure of his cock that pressed into me. I savoured the feeling of him and breathed as he pushed into me. He let out a groan as he slid into me and never had I felt so complete. Antonio pulled back and with slow gentle movements, he thrusted back into me. He picked up the pace and I groaned with pleasure every time. His hands on my hips became a vice as he held on and thrusted in and out. I didn’t know how long I would last as he hit the spot with each thrust, but when he landed on top of me, I was glad there was no space between us. He pushed into my arse with rapid movement then whispered in my ear, “Come for me.”

  I hadn’t known I was holding back, but without even touching myself I exploded over the sheets beneath me, and as my arse gripped onto his cock, he let out his own cry of relief and ecstasy. Antonio pumped into me a couple more times before he stopped and lay on top. The weight of him didn’t bother me, I was glad he was there. It meant this wasn’t a dream.

  His lips pressed to my cheek with a kiss. I tried to turn my head more to get a kiss on the lips, but he was heavier and had me pinned. Antonio seemed to sense what I was trying to do and moved so we could kiss.

  “I think I need a shower,” Antonio said.

  “You smell good to me.”

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p; “True. I smell of you. That’s a good smell.”

  My heart swelled. “You really are full of the one-line compliments, aren’t you?”

  “It’s the truth. Come, help me up.”

  I got off the bed, took the condom from him and disposed of it in the bin, then went back and took his outstretched hand. He dragged me down and rolled me over so he was on top.

  My breath was caught in my throat as he leant down to kiss me. I could stay in this moment forever, yet a tiny voice in the back of my head told me it wouldn’t last. We wouldn’t see each other again after today.

  “What’s wrong?” He kissed the top of my head.

  “Nothing, just thinking how great this has been.”

  “It’s not over yet.”

  “It will be. I go home tonight.”

  “When will you be back?”

  “Not sure.”

  “We work something out. Now, we shower.”

  He kissed my lips, then my forehead, and then jumped off the bed.

  I lay there to watch him from behind. It was a mighty fine arse. He stopped and indicated I should follow him. I scrambled off the bed as quickly as possible and into the shower with him. We took our time to wash every part of each other and only got out when I shivered.

  Chapter Nine

  We dried each other, stealing kisses as we did so. There was something between us, I could feel it. I didn’t want to say anything though. Antonio might turn out to be a regular hook up when I was in LA; there might not be anything more to it than that. It’s what I kept reminding myself when I caught him looking at me with a smile in his eyes. It wasn’t making my heart beat faster, I lied to myself.

  Then his stomach rumbled and I laughed.

  “Come on, get dressed. I need something to eat.”

  “We could order room service.” I waggled my eyebrows and dropped the towel. “We wouldn’t need to get dressed then.” His face lingered on my body, and then he shook his head.

  “No, I need proper food. There’s a good place close by.”