Lex smiled evilly. 'I couldn't possibly tell you that.'
'Holy shit, it is!' I used to be at school with the CEO. Well, he was older than me. A total wanker. What a strange coincidence.'
'Isn't it?' Lex said coolly.
Rob sensed that the subject was over. 'Would you ever go back to California if you had the choice?'
Lex shrugged. 'I never look back. What's the point? Do you have any regrets about your own life?'
Rob thought about it. 'Not really.'
'Not even your marriage break-up?'
'As you say, what's the point? Like you, I'd rather move forward. I'm just not sure which direction I should go, that's all.'
As the evening wore on, gradually they were the only diners left. The pianist and wine had long gone and they had moved on to coffee. Conversation flowed easily between them. Eventually, the waiter discreetly asked if they would like to take an aperitif in the lounge.
'Or we could go to my suite,' Lex said, the invitation plain in his eyes. 'If you're unsure which direction to take, maybe I can help you with that.'
Rob jumped as he felt sly fingers stroking his thigh under the tablecloth. For the first time ever, he understood how some women felt at the end of a first date. That sense of obligation after the man had spent money on good food and superlative wine, the reluctance to go further, and the guilt that followed a refusal. Having relaxed him with good wine and playful banter, Lex was moving in for the kill. Half of him was highly aroused by the thought, but the other half resented the hell out of it.
He excused himself and went to the men's cloakroom. He splashed cold water on his face and held up a hand so he could see the tremor in his fingers.
He wasn't ready for it, was he? Whatever it was. His dick was saying otherwise, though, trapped uncomfortably in the confines of his underwear. It was only reacting to the aura of the man though. He oozed sex and power. Hell, anyone would be turned on by that.
Wouldn't they?
Maybe you're still in the closet. That silky phrase was destined to stalk him all the way home. And he had to go home before he did something he would regret. He was in danger of acting in a totally irrational and hazardous manner.
Lex smiled as he approached. 'What do you say to a cognac?'
'Thank you but I really need to go,' Rob said, trying not to sound too abrupt.
Lex was on his feet in an instant. 'That's a shame. Do you mind if I walk with you to your car?'
Rob mentally thanked his foresight in borrowing the Audi. 'Sure.'
The night was dark and smelled of incoming rain. The car was parked under a tree, away from the comforting pool of light radiating from the hotel.
'Ah, one last ditch attempt to get me to buy this car?' Lex laughed when he saw it.
'I usually drive a Volvo,' Rob admitted. 'It isn't quite as sexy. That's the only reason.'
'Good, because I was never actually interested in buying the car.' Without warning, Lex moved in and pressed his lips to Rob's.
Rob barely had time to think. He was aware of his hitched breath, his body frozen as if in fright. He began to protest but he was mesmerised by the unexpected softness of the lips on his, the faint abrasion of stubble against his chin, the rearing excitement in his trousers. He inhaled the aroma of coffee and spiced aftershave, too shocked to do anything but let Lex pin him to the car and tease his tongue into responding to him. If he hadn't done so, Rob would have collapsed to the ground in a boneless mess. The kiss was long and languid, their tongues exploring every aspect of their mouths. As it went on, Rob could his whole being unfurling. Not just his cock, which was like an iron bar in his trousers but everything. So many unformed questions about his life had been answered. The reason why he had never been able to commit to anyone, the reason his marriage disintegrated, the mistrust of the motives of other people, the constant feeling that some part of him was hidden, or buried because he had not wanted to face the truth.
'You've never done that before, have you?' Lex whispered huskily when he drew away.
Rob shook his head. His voice had completely deserted him.
'You weren't bad for a novice.' Lex gently stroked Rob's chin with his thumb. His smile was tender but his eyes were not. They were dark with lust.
What was he supposed to say? Thanks very much? All he wanted was for Lex to kiss him again. And again.
'I have to go,' he said woodenly. He had to. He had to think and not do anything rash and stupid.
Lex reached out and stroked Rob's face with the back of his hand. 'If you change your mind, I'm in the King's Suite.'
'Thank you. I'm sorry,' Rob said again, and scrambled to open the car door.
Halfway home, he was kicking himself. Not easy when one was driving. He hit the steering wheel in frustration, the words "I'm in the King's suit," on a loop spinning round in his brain, like a lariat preparing to capture him and pull him back.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' he muttered. His cock was harder than ever, reminding him it had been a damned long time since he had last been laid. It seemed to be holding a one-sided conversation in his head. "Come on, Rob. You're single, he's single. What's the harm? He's flying back to the States tomorrow. You never have to see him again. Chalk this up to a new experience. If you don't like it, you'll know it isn't for you. Give me a fucking break, I'm ready to blow here!"
He did a U-turn in the middle of the wide road and headed back towards Deansfield House.
CHAPTER 5 - A Really Big Adventure
The old floorboards creaked under the thick pile carpet as he walked up to Lex's suite. He knocked gently on the door and waited.
When Lex opened the door, the flash of surprise in his eyes was quickly suppressed, replaced with warm invitation. Rob opened his mouth to speak, but Lex silenced him with his lips, shutting the door on the outside world.
Rob closed his eyes and let the feeling of Lex's kiss wash over him. His lips were soft, his tongue probing and insistent. Rob opened up like a flower in search of sunshine as he pushed him back against the door. He felt a hand stroke his hip, gather his shirt and loosen it from his trousers, caress his bare skin. Lex's tongue brushed against his own, curled around it, drew it into a slow-rolling dance. He tasted of Courvoisier and smelt warm and masculine, spiced with expensive aftershave. Their bodies pressed together, angular and hard. No soft curves, no pillowed flesh, just muscle and bone, and two massive forces thrusting between them.
Lex drew away and slipped the knot loose on his tie. Twisting the two ends around his knuckles, he led Rob over to the bed.
This is really happening, Rob thought, his heart pounding. He was mesmerised by the intensity in Lex's eyes.
'You can still change your mind,' Lex said softly.
Yes, he could, but he didn't want to. This was his decision, not something that had been forced upon him by obligation. His almost imperceptible shake of the head was all Lex needed. This time the kiss was hungry, devouring. Rob responded in kind, plucking at Lex's clothes. Lost in a maelstrom of thrashing tongues and limbs, he did not realise Lex had unbuttoned his shirt until he pushed it off his shoulders. It fell to his waist and Lex was moving down his body, covering it with biting kisses. A flick to his nipples sent a zing of sensation right to his groin. As they kissed feverishly again, he pulled Lex hard against him so he could feel the effect he was having on him. He fumbled with the buttons on Lex's shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. He was shorter than Lex by a few inches, and it felt strange to be the one looking up, standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips again. Lex's skin was Italian dusk, with fine hairs on his chest. He was distantly shocked at how right it felt to be kissing another man, to press against him and feel the mighty heft of his cock. The rightness of it charged him with renewed hunger and the overwhelming desire to get naked. They stumbled as they removed the remainder of their clothes and fell on the bed. The heat of him warmed Rob's hip and made him fully aware of what Lex was packing.
At the same time, Lex reached down to fondle his ba
lls. Instantly, Rob froze. He didn't match up to Lex. He doubted whether many men would.
'I'm not quite as ...' He began.
Lex halted the apology with a hard kiss on his lips. 'Don't you fucking dare,' he hissed. 'You're a beautiful man, Rob.' He wrapped his hand around Rob's cock and began to stroke him. 'Beautiful,' he repeated. He pressed another delicate kiss to his throat, moving down to flick at his nipples with a pointed tongue, all the while keeping that seductive motion going with his left hand.
Rob felt as if he had been hit by a tsunami. He'd never felt such uncontrollable lust in his life. He pulled Lex on top of him and roughly squeezed his muscular backside, desperate to feel that huge cock bruising his own. As they writhed together, their tongues fought for dominance in their mouths.
'I'm loving this,' he gasped as Lex worked down his body, pressing kisses to his flesh. Then, 'oh, Jesus,' as he felt the hot wetness enclose his cock.
It was mind-blowingly good. His hands were in Lex's hair as his lips travelled up and down the length of Rob's cock. His hips began to move in time as his urgency grew. He gripped Lex's hair and a red mist descended as he thrust his cock deep into his throat, holding him so that he had no choice but to take it. Lex grunted in protest but Rob was too far gone. He spread his thighs and bent his knees so that he could thrust harder.
Lex tore away and came up to face him again, kissing him hard enough to bruise his lips.
'You really need this, don't you?'
'Yes,' Rob gasped, teetering on the verge of exploding. 'Hell, yes.'
Lex held him down on the bed by the wrists. 'One thing you need to understand. You don't skull-fuck your top, EVER. Definitely not on your first time. Not even a sexy fucker like you is allowed to get away with that. Understand?'
Rob squirmed, his arousal tinged with fear. He nodded and Lex's fierce look softened. He let his hand drift down Rob's body and settle between his legs. Rob jumped as he felt the feather-light touch against his rectal opening.
'Turn over,' Lex ordered.
'I don't ...'
'What? You think we're just going to jerk each other off? This is how the big boys play, Rob.' He idled his fingertips around the puckered entrance. Rob had closed up like a clam. He wanted to relax, but didn't know how to. All he could think of was the broadsword Lex was wielding. No way would it fit inside him. No way in hell.
Lex retracted his hand and turned him over so he was on his front, then drew up one leg so that his backside was exposed. Rob gripped the bedclothes and braced himself. How the hell was this ever going to be pleasurable? He wanted to stop. He wanted to ....
A delicate fluttering around his tightly puckered hole caused blood to rush to his cock.
'Oh! Oh, that's good,' he moaned as Lex did it again. He squirmed with pleasure as Lex explored him thoroughly with his tongue. His cheeks were spread wide and cool breath feathered over his tender flesh, then more tiny licks, setting every nerve ending aflame. His cock was so hard it ached, pressed cruelly against the mattress. His body began to move in time as Lex tongue-lashed the rim of his hole, then pressed the tip of his tongue against the muscular barrier. Too aroused to protest, Rob instinctively, naturally, let him in. He felt his sphincter tighten again around the warm, wet muscle, which moved inside him, further and further, until he opened up wide. He practically sobbed when Lex moved away.
'Christ, your ass is so fucking hot,' Lex said before diving in again. Rob pleasured himself against the bedclothes, practically climbing the walls in rapture.
'Don't stop,' he moaned, churning his hips. 'Lex, please...' Something was happening to him. He fell sideways and rolled onto his back, trembling, his eyes wide. A flush spread over his body. It was terrifying yet he felt euphoric. As his ecstasy peaked, semen shot across his chest, each spurt eliciting breathless gasps of pleasure. He wiped at it with his fingers and sucked them, his eyes closed. His legs were spread, his hips churning lewdly. His pleasure was so intense he had almost forgotten that Lex was kneeling above him, drinking in the sight.
He opened his eyes again and saw him, his face flushed as though with fever.
'I've never seen anything so fucking sexy,' Lex said hoarsely. He bent and let his tongue travel up the length of Rob's torso, licking up the vestiges of semen before kissing Rob deeply, sharing its salty taste.
'Time to plunder that sweet ass,' he muttered, biting Rob's lower lip again.
Rob could feel a finger toying with his primed entrance, then slipping inside. Lex tenderly bit Rob's lip and sucked on it as he pushed his finger deeper. Rob widened his stance so that Lex could get in there more easily. There was an intensely lewd pleasure in displaying himself so boldly, his cock slapping mightily against his stomach.
A sudden zing of sensation hit him so violently he almost shrieked.
'Your prostate,' Lex said, doing it again. Rob was aware that he was salivating, that ringing pleasure coursing through his whole body.
More,' he panted. 'God, Lex, give me more.'
'Are you sure you want more?' Lex's voice was playful against his lips.
'Yes.' He had never been more sure of anything. He wanted to be claimed by this man immediately. 'Do it, Lex. I'm ready.'
'Turn over again, then. It'll make your first time easier.' He moved back so that Rob could rest his backside against his calves. His breath caught as he felt cool lube being applied to his hole.
'Try to relax,' Lex whispered, as he positioned the head of his cock against Rob's tender opening. It felt huge and rubbery.
'I can't,' Rob moaned. 'I'm too tight.'
He jolted as Lex's fingers slipped inside him, gently scissoring and stretching him. The thick head pressed against him again. Rob listened to Lex's murmured commands to relax. He didn't think it could happen but he tried to ...
think happy thoughts
Oh God...
Lex...
He felt his opening relax and let the head of Lex's cock slip in and at the same time, heard the soft grunt as he squeezed the intrusion.
'Beautiful virgin hole,' Lex muttered, pushing deeper. He was gentle but Rob could tell it cost him.
'It burns,' Rob whimpered. 'Oh god, it hurts...' He didn't want Lex to stop but he didn't see how he could go on. He arched his back, trying to escape the intrusion. It was agony yet as he began to pull away, a strange thing happened. The pain dulled to an almost narcotic pleasure. His whimpers began to deepen as Lex reached deeper into him, endorphins replacing the pain with pleasure as the head of Lex's cock smashed against his prostate, flooding his body with electric sensation. Lex lengthened his stroke as Rob clawed at the bed sheets, panting and sobbing. He could smell fresh sweat and pheromones as Lex relentlessly slammed into him, punctuating each thrust with a guttural grunt. Rob's orgasm was as sudden as a punch to the guts. He sprayed come all over the sheets below him, his body racked with convulsions as Lex continued to pound him. Lex's own climax deep within his body prolonged the pleasure, both men giving everything as they wrought every ounce of sensation out of each other.
Rob collapsed on the bed in a sobbing, sticky mess with Lex spooned around him, still firmly embedded. Lex held onto him, stroking his hair.
'What is it, baby?'
Rob dashed the tears away. 'It felt ... so damned good.'
Lex pressed a kiss to his sweaty neck and hushed him, his fingers soothing in Rob's hair. Rob felt completely drained.
'You okay?' Lex asked, turning him in his arms.
Rob felt slightly embarrassed at his outpouring of emotion. He nodded. 'That was intense.'
'The first time always should be.' Lex gently brushed his nose against Rob's and kissed his lips again. Their tongues twined together, their limbs roping around each other, every movement of their bodies in tune. No words were spoken. None were needed. Rob eased out of his old identity as a snake shed an unwanted skin. His arousal reached newer and giddier heights as he reached for Lex again. This time there was no fear, just breathless, hard anticipation.
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He had not meant to stay the night but somehow, it never seemed the right time to leave. Sometime during the early hours he had woken, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to peel the sheet away from the sleeping man beside him and take his cock in his mouth. Lex whimpered in his sleep as Rob rested his head on his stomach and let the organ stiffen, grow and fill his mouth so much that when Lex was fully hard, he could not take him all in without gagging. Instead, he did what Lex had done to him the night before and teased him with his tongue, tracing every vein and fold, tickling the underside of his balls and sucking them gently into his mouth. As he did it, Lex began to undulate slowly, wanting more. He was waking, running his fingers through Rob's hair, moaning softly.
'Hell of a way to wake up,' he whispered, running his hand down Rob's back and feeling between his legs to fondle his erection. Rob could taste sweet pre-seminal fluid as he continued to work him.
Lex pushed him away and rolled him on his front. He hardly had time to protest before his hole was lubed up and fully stuffed with Lex's meat.
'Two can play "help yourself,"' Lex said, gripping his hips and pulling him hard back. The tip of his cock rang Rob's prostate like a bell and he cried out. His own dick was rigid, trapped in Lex's hand. As Lex's thumb stroked the swollen glans, pre-come leaked copiously from the top, lubricating every movement. The friction was intensely erotic, adding to Rob's need. He jammed his backside into Lex's lap, impaling himself further.
'Harder,' he said through gritted teeth. 'Do me harder.'
'I see I've unleashed the power bottom in you,' Lex chuckled.
'Absolutely.' Rob turned his head so they could share an open, pornographic kiss. He reveled in how sexed-up he felt.
Lex squeezed more lube on his hand before reaching round for Rob's sturdy erection again. Rob purred as Lex jacked him off, timing each movement with a voluptuous pump of his hips. Their fucking was quieter, if anything more intense, as Lex screwed him hard and slow. Rob chewed his lip and tried not to shoot too soon but it was impossible. The climax raced through his body, prolonged by Lex's own orgasm as he let it fly deep into Rob's core.
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