by Tyler May
“I think I have the best boyfriend in the world.” I turn and reward him with a kiss.
He pulls out my chair and I sit. He takes the seat across from me. The chef has prepared a smothered steak dinner with potatoes and vegetables. Everything I love. It’s beautifully presented, but I can’t take my eyes off my sexy boyfriend. I wonder what I’ve done right in this life to deserve him, to deserve everything he’s done for me. Everything down to the colors is precisely planned and thought out. After dinner the chef brings out a small cake and then he bids us farewell for the night.
Silver takes the matches from the corner table and lights the eight candles on the cake. “I’m a terrible soloist, but here goes.” He sings happy birthday to me, and I can’t help but chuckle. My face is flush. No one has ever made me feel so special. No one has ever made me feel like I am the only man on this earth. He does. “Make a wish,” he says as he finishes his song. I glance at him with wonderment in my eyes. I’ll make a wish, but I don’t know what else I could possibly want. I blow out the candles with one breath. He sits down next to me.
“What’d you wish for?”
“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true. You know the rules, Silver.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “Then let’s eat this cake.”
“I can cut it. Do you have a knife?”
“We don’t need a knife,” he says handing me a fork and holding his up. He digs his fork into the side of the cake and forks a small bit. He holds it over his hand and leads it to my mouth. I slide it off between my lips.
“Oh, wow. That is the most delectable cake I’ve ever had,” I say with my mouth still full. I feed him a forkful. After devouring half of the small cake, we’re both stuffed beyond measure. I start to clean up, but then he stops me. “No one’s here. We have to clean up.”
“You’re absolutely right.” He joins me clearing the table completely of the dinner and dessert. We take them to the kitchen. “Ok, you rinse off the plates and I’ll load them in the dishwasher.”
“Why do we have to rinse them before you put them in a machine that will clean them?”
“You have to clear most of the food on it.”
“That makes no sense.” He rinses the plates. He’s not used to doing anything like this. It’s comical watching him. “There has to be a more efficient way to this. It’s like I’m cleaning the dishes before putting them in there.” He shakes his head.
“You and your efficientness.”
“That’s not even a word.”
“Well it is now.” I close the dishwasher and start it. “There done. That wasn’t so bad was it?” He groans. “No groaning on my birthday.” I press my chest to his. “So what’s next?”
“Next is the bedroom.”
“I like that idea.” He grabs the bottle of champagne in the bucket of ice and two glasses from the kitchen. After turning off all the lights and blowing out all the candles around the room, we head up the stairs. He opens the bedroom door. It glows with candlelight as well. I should have known.
“You should teach romance at the college. There are a ton of men that need your expertise.” I stand in front of him.
“It’s all about the perfect pupil. Want a drink?” I nod, and he pops the cork on the bottle. The fine liquid shoots across the floor onto the rug before he pours us each a glass. “My father taught me to uncork it properly so that we don’t waste it, but it’s fun this way.” He holds it out. “To your birthday and many more,” he toasts. We clink the glasses together and then sip. He doesn’t give me a chance to finish the delicious drink before taking it from my hand and placing it on the table. His eyes are locked on me, they’re almost hypnotic. He’s so seriously seductive right now, and I’m completely seduced. He takes my hand and leads me over to the bed. We stand next to it, quietly. “I want to make love to you,” he whispers, his voice soft and husky.
“I want that too,” I answer. He runs his hands down my sides and back up. He pulls me close to him. He hovers over my lips with his, his soft breath warming my skin. I lean to kiss and he pulls back. A sexy fucking grin takes over his face. He wants complete control. He guides me to sit on the bed as he stands in front of me. He uses his knees to open my legs, and he stands between them. Leaning down he finally rewards me with a simple soft kiss. It wasn’t nearly enough. Then he leaves me on the bed and walks over to our cellphones on the dresser and turns them off. He hits the music on his stereo and the seductive sounds season the mood.
He comes back over to me and takes his place back between my legs. He leans, putting both hands flat on the mattress on either side of me. He kisses me hard, forcing me to lie flat on the bed with my legs bent at the edge. He pulls on me, lifting my entire body onto the bed. I scoot up onto the pillows. He climbs over me, sitting on his knees over my legs. He bends to kiss me, but only teases my lips and goes straight for my ear and neck. He licks and sucks my skin until every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I reach for him and he shakes his head. “I can’t touch you?” I want to badly.
“Not yet. I want you to experience what it is like to have someone make love to your entire body.” He leans back on his knees and hovers over me. He undoes the buttons on my shirt one by one. “I want you to feel everything from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.”
“I’m ticklish,” I tease.
“Good,” he answers. He removes my shirt and then he unzips my pants. Getting off the bed, he removes them completely. My semi-hard cock slaps against my stomach. The anticipation is turning me on. He walks to the foot of the bed and pulls up one of my legs. He pulls off my sock and throws it to the floor. He does the same with the other. “Hmmm,” he hums, walking around bed. I’m completely naked and vulnerable. He reaches into the dresser next to the bed and pulls out a feather wand. He brushes it against his face.
“You brought sex toys?” I’m amused. He’s never shown interest in anything other than the two of us before.
“I wanted something special. I ordered something, but the rest is being saved for home. Close your eyes,” he orders and I listen, intrigued with what else is coming from that drawer. My eyes are pressed tightly closed. I feel the soft tickle of the feather on my cheek. The feather moves down my neck to my chest. The soft touch causes shivers through my body. He circles the feather around both of my nipples. I feel them harden as goose bumps cover my skin. He trails it down the center of my stomach. I squirm on the bed. “Don’t move.”
“Ok,” I whimper. He continues moving the feather over my groin and brushes against my growing cock. The simple and light touch is complete torture. He teases the feather over my tip. My cock twitches. I need more of his touch. I whimper and moan, my eyes still closed as he asked. After dusting the feather over my cock, he moves it down my leg to my foot and then goes back repeating it on the other leg. He trails the feather up the bottom of my foot. I chuckle. I didn’t know being tickled could feel this good. He does it again and I squirm. The sensation leaves me. I open my eyes and he’s staring at me from the foot of the bed. He climbs over and sits on the bed at my feet. He picks my feet up and massages them one at a time. I close my eyes again, it feels so erotic. I’ve never had a man be this attentive to me. I feel his weight on my legs and a kiss on my inner thigh. Down my leg, he kisses until he reaches my feet once more. I open my eyes. They’re sensitive from keeping them tightly shut. He kisses the side of my foot and then he kisses my toes, sucking gently on them. The warmth of his mouth surrounds my toes. I should be grossed out, but it is such an amazing feeling. I never knew having someone suck my toes could feel so good. “Silver,” I cry a moan. “That feels so good.”
“Good.” He slides up my body, licking as he moves up. He kisses me deep and hard, his tongue rolling over mine. He sucks my earlobe and licks the outline. He presses his tongue in my ear. The weight of his body on me and the sensation of his mouth on my ear are driving me mad. I kiss his shoulder as he sucks and licks my ears. He’s still completely clothed. I try to reach
for the buttons on his shirt, but he’s not giving an inch between us. “You want that off?” he mumbles, as he bites the lobe of my ear. I nod my head. He leans up and sits on my thighs. “Take it off,” he orders, and I gladly comply. I get his shirt off and toss eagerly to the floor. I run my hands up his chest. I love to feel him, there’s nothing like it. He clears his throat and looks to his pants.
“Oh, I guess that is a necessity.” He nods, raising his eyebrows. He assists me in removing his pants and boxers. Taking his place back on my legs, he grins down at me then lowers to my lips. As we kiss, he reaches into the bucket of ice that held the bottle of champagne. He takes one large piece of ice and sucks it into his mouth. Kissing me once again, the cool water moistens my lips. He sits up and puts the ice between his teeth and lips then starts at the base of my chin and runs the cool cube down my neck. He stops at my nipple and sucks the ice and nipple between his teeth. He does that with both until I’m groaning in arousal. Teasing the ice down my chest to my navel, he lets the ice sit in my belly button. I exhale sharply, the chilled ecstasy almost too much to bear. He laps up the dripping water off my stomach, and then removes the ice cube. He runs it back up my chest all the way back to my lips. He traces my lips with the melting ice. Sucking it back in his mouth, he kisses me and passes the melted ice into my mouth. Our hot kiss melts it completely.
As our lips taste each other’s, we grind our hips feverishly together. Our hardened cocks slide over one another’s. I pant into his mouth. Running his hands up my arms, he pins my hands to the pillow. He bites on my lips, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. Slow and softly he peppers my body with his kiss. He stops and looks me straight in the eyes. I bite my lip. He’s always so intimidating. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom. He puts the corner of the wrapper in his mouth, and I was thinking he is going to rip it open with his teeth, but instead he passes it along to my mouth. I take it out of my mouth and hold it. I must look like an idiot staring at him and then back to the condom. I’ve bottomed for him our entire relationship so far. I enjoy it, so it never bothered me. I grin. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he whispers.
“I need a solid yes or no, Mr. Silver.” I use his words. He chuckles.
“Yes, Mr. Black, I’d very much like it if you fuck me.”
I lean up and kiss him, and then he rolls over to pull me on top of him. Placing the condom on the bed, I suck down his chest to his throbbing cock. Teasing his tip with my tongue, he groans a passionate growl. I reach for the condom and rip it open with my teeth. I hold the lubricated shield in my hand, looking down at my gorgeous lover, and there’s one thing that will make this night even better. I roll the condom on him. He looks at me confused. I tilt my head and shrug. “It’s my birthday. I want you, Silver.” I kiss his lips. “I want to feel you.” I bite his chin. “I want you to fill me.” I nibble on his ear. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t move.” He exhales the deepest moan, and then whips me to the bed.
I reach for the lube from the nightstand and hand it to him. After applying, he strokes my cock as he slides one of his fingers deep inside me. Oh. He adds another. I roll my head on the pillow. Just as I feel like my body couldn’t take any more pleasure, he removes his hand from my cock and his fingers from inside me. I ache for more. I need more. I pull him down on me and crash my lips to his. We roll so that I am on top of him. I sit on his legs, admiring his beauty. I straddle his hips. Holding his cock, I lower onto him gently. I breathe slowly. He angles his head all the way back onto the pillow. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs. He bends his knees slightly. Gripping my hands on his pecks to brace myself, I ride his cock deep into me. He claws his nails into my thighs. Every time I bury him into me, he moans my name. I slide up and down him until my legs get weak and my cock throbs. He’s pushing himself into me, fucking me from the bottom. He grips my dick, wrapping his big hands all the way around it. I roll my hips, taking him in and out, slamming his length as deep as I can take it. He rubs me at the same rhythm as I rock on him. “Oh… Greyson,” his voice is hoarse and raspy. “That’s it, baby.” I slam down on him. “Yes,” he screams, holding his hips to my ass as he releases himself. He strokes quickly on my cock until I explode all over his chest and hand. I fall on him, the sticky mess between us. I lie on him completely spent, my head resting next to his. We both try to catch our breath. His fingertips run over my warm skin. “That was amazing.”
“It was, Silver. This entire night and day has been amazing.” I roll to his side. He turns to face me. Side by side, we lie and study each other’s eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at you, you’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”
“You keep saying that. I’m not at all, Greyson. I’m afraid if you keep thinking that, I’ll let you down.”
“That can never happen.” I watch him get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. He returns with a warm washrag and a dry towel. He hands it to me to clean up as he gets back into the bed. Finishing cleaning up and drying off, I reach over and turn off the light next to the bed. He pulls the cover up over us and wraps his arm around me. I don’t care what he says. He’s completely perfect in my eyes.
Lying in bed with his arm around me for several minutes, I contemplate everything: him, me, us… this day. Emotions swirl through my mind. I dust my fingertips over the dark hair on his arm. I let out a slow breath building up the courage to say what I’m feeling. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper into the night air. He doesn’t respond. Glancing over my shoulder, I find him fast asleep. Probably better off, now isn’t the time for that. It’s way too soon. Or is it? I settle comfortably in his arms and fall peacefully asleep.
~Chapter Thirty-Three~
I wake and stretch inside the blankets. I turn to check on Silver, but he’s gone. My eyes are still adjusting as they skim the room to look for him. There’s no sign of him. I glance at the alarm clock in the room. It’s the middle of the night. “Silver,” I call, but get no answer. I sit up in the bed and notice a fresh cool breeze coming through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. Wrapping the blanket around my naked body, I walk to the door. He’s standing there in the moonlight resting his elbows on the balcony, wearing a pair of grey lounge pants and no shirt. “Silver?” He turns to face me.
“Did I wake you?” he says, placing his phone on the ledge of the balcony.
I shake my head. “No. I just woke up and noticed you were gone. What are you doing? Are you ok?” His face is full of stress. I jump up and sit on the top of the patio table.
“I couldn’t sleep. I have too much on my mind.” I glance toward the phone on the ledge. Being away from work must be really eating at him. He strolls to me. Settling between my legs, I wrap the blanket around his chilled chest.
“Silver, if you want to check in on work, please do. I know it’s probably bothering you.”
“That’s not it. I haven’t even thought about work.”
“You had your phone.”
“Yeah, I was checking messages, is all.”
“Then why couldn’t you sleep?”
He shrugs and nods his head lightly. Gripping both sides of my face he stares deep into my eyes. “I need to tell you something.”
“If this is about how you’ve been giving Levi extra money to support me, I already figured that out.”
He smiles and sighs a laugh. “That’s not it at all.” He lets out a long breath. “I heard what you said. You thought I was asleep, but I heard you.”
“And that scares you? Silver, look, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way. I’m not even sure what I feel. I got caught up in the moment and you. Please, don’t let this consume you.”
“You consume me,” he says honestly. He lightly pecks my lips. “It’s not that I don’t feel the same way.”
“I understand, Silver. It’s way too soon. There’s no such thing as insta-love,” I say, interrup
ting him. He tilts my chin up to look me straight in the eyes. His piercing stare makes me nervous and turns me on at the same time. How does he do that?
“I never want to lose you. Promise me, Greyson.”
“Promise you what?” He’s so serious right now. Something has really gotten him upset. Maybe he had a bad dream. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I try to assure him the best I can.
“That’s all I want to hear.” He wraps his arms around me and hugs me strongly. “I meant it when I said that I’m addicted to you. I’ll do anything to keep you here with me and safe.”
“Safe? I feel safe with you, Silver. Where’s this coming from? Did you have a bad dream or something?”
He closes his eyes and rubs his eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess. I just woke up feeling uneasy, and it scares me when I feel like I have no control.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I repeat. “I think you might be stuck with me for a while,” I flirt. He grins then seals his lips to mine. “Why don’t we go back to bed? It’s a little chilly out.” He helps me off of the tabletop. He shuts the sliding glass door as we go back into the warm bedroom. He watches me climb into the bed. Pulling the covers down, I pat the bed wanting him to join me. He curls next to me and I press my chest to his back, wrapping my arm tightly around him. I don’t know what happened. But whatever it was, it was enough to worry him. It takes a while, but soon he’s back to sleep. For some reason, I wanted to make sure he was asleep first.
******
The sun shining through the window wakes me. Silver slept peacefully the rest of night, and so did I. I roll out of the bed trying not to wake him. He needs the rest. Deciding to shower and get ready before he wakes, I go into the bathroom and run the hot water. I slept in my contacts last night, and my eyes are burning. Must be all this nature, it’s bad on the allergies. I take them out, toss them into the trash, and then climb into the shower.