by Aurelia Fray
A length Nathan grabbed tight, stroking the length.
Ioan did the best he could to concentrate on his playing, despite the kissing and wandering hands. It grew more difficult as he felt Nathan’s hardness pushing against him. The music changed, becoming more organic. Something filled with passion and freedom. A fluid sound with no chords.
Suddenly, Ioan gave out a low grunt as his body finally gave in, and he came with force.
Nathan helped remove the marked guitar from Ioan, turning him so they were face to face, kissing.
Nathan was naked and pale. He seemed illuminated and hazed, as if not really there. But Ioan felt him, the hardness and the warmth. He saw the hard cock waiting for him.
Ioan’s buttocks were suddenly grabbed tight, forcing him closer so his aching cock rubbed against Nathan. With wandering hands, they pulled off Ioan’s clothing, kicking them aside so they both stood between the two beds, their hard cocks rubbing tight against each other. At one point, Nathan’s cock slid underneath Ioan’s, brushing past his hanging balls and along the fired plateau of his perineum. Just millimetres away from his
welcoming cleft.
Wanting it in his mouth, hungry for it, Ioan slowly fell to his knees, licking and sucking on Nathan’s hard nipples on the way. His tongue trailed down the ridged muscles of Nathan’s abdomen until he came across the nest of hair. Nathan’s hard, hot cock rested under Ioan’s chin.
Reaching down to pull off Ioan’s glasses, Nathan guided his cock to Ioan, who took it in his mouth without any hesitation. Closing his eyes, unable to believe he was finally sucking on Nathan’s cock, Ioan sucked hard, one hand reaching up the chiselled torso to the hard nipples, and the other reached down between his legs, grabbing onto his toned ass. His fingers trailed down the cleft between the taut buttocks, reaching to the hidden soft, silky skin. He came across the welcoming, tight mouth of Nathan’s anus and Ioan circled the rim with his finger before slowly inserting it in.
Suddenly, Nathan pulled away and brought Ioan back to his feet. For a few more minutes, their hot, sweaty bodies were pressed tight as they kissed again, only for Nathan to guide Ioan to the bed. Excitement filled Ioan, he could not believe it. He left himself in Nathan’s hands; strong hands with calloused fingers running over him. Ioan climbed onto one of the beds, on hands and knees, whilst Nathan knelt behind him, his mouth pressing against his buttocks.
Ioan gasped and panted as the kisses moved over his sensitive ass, as a hand reached under to grab and stroke his hanging, aching cock. A thick, hot tongue traced over both mounds before finally reaching in and coming across Ioan’s anus. The tongue pushed forward, sliding in, making Ioan cry out. All he felt was the tongue wriggling inside him, thrusting hard, moving deeper and deeper. The hand moved faster on his cock, his balls slamming hard against the strong arm. Ioan did not know how much longer he could hold on for.
Again, Nathan suddenly stopped, and for a moment there was nothing. Then, there was a shifting of weight on the bed. Ioan knew what was coming, he wanted it. He grabbed the footboard of the bed, preparing himself.
That was when he felt it.
Two hard hands grabbing his hips, pulling him back. He felt something long and hard pressing against him, between his buttocks. Rubbing the underside of his cock against Ioan’s hole, Nathan thrusted Ioan back and forth, gasping as Ioan clenched his buttocks, wanting to squeeze every last bit out of Nathan.
Finally, Nathan pulled back and guided the glistening head of his cock to Ioan’s anus. Inch by inch, only moving by listening to Ioan’s grunts and moans, Nathan slid into Ioan. It felt like an eternity, everything filling and stretching him, until finally Ioan felt the strong body against his buttocks. Slow at first, Nathan began moving, watching Ioan’s movements. It was Ioan who began picking up speed, slamming back against the body behind him, wanting to impale himself on Nathan’s cock.
Reaching down, Nathan pulled Ioan up, wrapping one arm tight upon his heaving chest, pinching and twisting his nipples, and once again the other hand grabbed and stroked Ioan’s hard dick, moving fast and hard. Gasping and panting, Ioan arched his head round, his lips clamping to Nathan’s mouth, who was gasping as well. Neither wanted to stop. They wanted to go on, and on. They were whole, all one now. It all made sense to them, this was how they belonged, their hot bodies wrapped and pressed together.
Finally, with both men gasping and grunting, they came together. It was as if a weight was lifted as their loads exploded out of them. They were free of troubles, free of doubt.
Panting, slowly pulling himself out, Nathan raised his semen-coated hand, offering it to himself and Ioan to suckle on, only to immediately kiss with the salty taste of their passion mixing into their saliva. Kissing, they collapsed on the bed, face to face, holding each other tight with their sore cocks gingerly pressed against each other. Wrapped in naked limbs, exhausted from the whole night, sleep soon overtook them both.
***
When morning came, Ioan was sore all over. The bed underneath him was cold and sticky from his orgasm. As he slowly leaned up, he noticed the pleasant ache between his buttocks. He reached round, wanting the soreness to stop as his fingers gently glided over the sore rim.
No, it was a dream, it had to be. It wasn’t real was it?
The only thing on the bed with him was the christened guitar, still stained with Ioan’s marking.
Was it real? If it was, Ioan did not want it to ever end. Ignoring the soreness in his backside, he sat up in the bed and grasped the guitar. Only that one time did Ioan play the guitar. Could it be?
Without thinking, Ioan let his fingers glide over the guitar, remembering everything they did that night.
As he played, Ioan heard a door opening. He did not look up. He played, listening, waiting.
DON’T OPEN YOUR EYES
Catherine Stovall
That summer was stupid hot. There’s no other way to describe the balmy, oppressive heat that poured down over St. Martin’s Bay that June. I can honestly say it was hotter than a demon’s dick because I have firsthand knowledge after that night.
***
I’d pinned my blonde locks up on top of my head to take the weight off my neck and in hopes of catching the faintest hint of a breeze. Dressed in nothing more than one of my ex-boyfriend’s short-sleeved button downs and a thong, I’d curled up on the porch swing with a good book and a glass of ice tea. That’s the great thing about summertime in the deep south, there’s no neighbors to peek in on you, and screened in porches are pretty much standard on any house worth living in.
So, there I was, as damp as a washrag and cursing my ex for never getting around to fixing the air conditioner before his cheating ass ran off with the town slut. The book I was reading wasn’t really holding my attention, and I ended up staring up at the stars instead. Without looking, I reached for my tea and brought the rim up to my lips. Slick with condensation, but still cool, the drink was about the only comfort I was going to get.
A single droplet of cool water fell, landing on my thigh. Shivering, I let it run down my tanned skin, not bothering to wipe it away. The wetness felt good, too good actually. My traitorous mind turned away from the heat of the night to a different kind of warmth. How long had it been since a man had pressed his mouth to that sensitive place? How long had it been since I’d had a man touch me at all?
He that I refused to call by any other names than ‘the ex’ or ‘the rat bastard’ had left me over a month and a half before. I’d sworn off men, but my libido hadn’t really had the chance to weigh in on the matter. Another drip fell, working its way over the sensitive skin as if it were purposely trying to torment.
I wasn’t normally into getting myself off sitting on my front porch, but the pitch black around me seemed safe enough, and there was no way I was going to go back into the stifling house. Setting my tea aside, I scooted back until my head rested comfortably on the little throw pillow. One leg bent and leaned against the back of the wicker swing, I stret
ched the other out. Already, my body began to hum with need, and I closed my eyes, picturing a man.
Not just any man. He was tall, muscular, with a broad chest that tapered down to a trim waist. His skin was tanned and his eyes were blue. A lopsided grin graced his lips, as his strong fingers slipped down the flat plane of my stomach and under the top of my ivory colored thong. As I found the epicenter of my need, my fingertips still damp and cool from the glass, I pictured his movements.
Just the right amount of pressure teased my clit, rubbing it in smooth, slow circles as my hips pressed upward. My breathing hitched as a single digit slipped inside, dipping into the wet heat, and then dragging upwards to resume the delicious circular motion. I bit my lip to hold in the moan as the first tremors raced through my core.
My thighs parted farther as my need grew, my pleasure heightened, and the slickness under my busy fingers increased. I pictured his face - that crooked grin teasing as his breath fanned across my folds. I imagined his tongue snaking out for a taste, his mouth working against my flesh.
Two digits dipped inside me, pressing against my walls until they spasmed. A breathy sigh escaped me as I imagined his lips against my clit, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub, and then his fingers inside, scissoring until I shivered with desire.
My free hand came up to pinch the nipple on my right breast, the small nub hard and aching for the attention. I rolled it like a bead between finger and thumb as I cupped my breast, letting its weight bounce against my palm. A moan rolled out of my mouth, sounding distant and followed by breathless pants.
Three digits entered me, knuckles slamming against my folds as my hips pressed up, begging for more. Riding on the wave of ecstasy, I squeezed my nipple until pain and pleasure became one. My fingers were his mouth. My thrusts were his forceful hands. Imagination and reality seemed to bleed together as blissful shocks spread outward from my core.
If I only had a lover who could . . . do this . . . I’d die under his touch. The thought struck me as my release flowed in a gush of slick fluid between my trembling thighs, and I cried out in a harsh gasp.
I opened my eyes, already feeling a blush pinken my cheeks. My panties were soaked and my hand was slick with fluid. I couldn’t remember ever having had such an intense orgasm on my own or with a man. Suddenly, I felt drained and my eyes drooped. Abandoning my book, I grabbed my now warm glass of tea and headed inside for a cool shower.
***
I opened my eyes to the darkened room. Moonlight filtered in through the sliding glass door, and a cool breeze blew the sheer curtains like ghostly dancers swaying in the silvery light. I always left the door open in the summer as I slept. Something about the sound of the cicadas and the swampy smell of honeysuckles and moss just calmed me.
However, when I turned my head to watch the prancing drapes, I felt an odd sensation fill me. Chill bumps eked up my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I shivered, not entirely from the coolness of the draft gently pushing against my skin. I knew someone was there, watching. I could feel their gaze burning through me in the darkness.
Muscles rigid and breath held, I stared until my vision tunneled on the doorway. My ears rang as I strained to hear any noise beyond the normal sounds of a southern night in the woods. Nothing. No movement, no strange sounds. Only silence, darkness, and the eerie feeling that someone was out there.
A flash of light zigged across the sky, blinding me for a second as a loud crack rattled the glass door. “Shit,” I screamed, my voice sounding hollow in the quiet aftermath.
Yanking the covers up from where I’d folded them down on the end of the bed, I held them under my chin and counted aloud. “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Missi—”
Thunder roared through the house, vibrating the bed as an unladylike squeak issued from between my lips. Doing the calculations in my somewhat rattled mind, I realized the storm was less than five miles away and traveling fast. I needed to get up and close the doors and windows to prevent the inevitable downpour from drenching my floors.
No amount of worrying about my furniture seemed enough to get my muscles moving, I couldn’t even look away from the spot where I sensed someone must be. Terror held me in a vice like grip, and somehow, sitting still was the only thing keeping pure, undiluted panic at bay. Some rational part of my brain knew that the minute my feet hit the floor, I’d be running scared and calling for help like some bimbo in a horror movie. Then, when whomever I managed to call arrived, I’d see there was no one out there. No night stalker waiting just on the other side of the doors to grab me. I’d feel foolish, and I’d look like just another lonely girl living too far out in the woods to feel safe.
Another flash of lightning disrupted my thoughts, sending me burrowing a little farther under the cover until only my eyes peeked out. “One Mississippi, Two Mississip—” The thunder rolled, deep and ominous. I only had minutes before the skies would open up. “Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, forcing myself to inch forward on the bed.
In the dim light, I fumbled in the top drawer of the nightstand until my fingers found the metal cylinder. I glanced down, fingers groping for the switch. With a reassuring click, a yellowish beam flooded toward the door. Eyes automatically following the illumination, I saw a face.
My tongue knotted on the failed scream trying to rip from my throat, and the flashlight clattered to the floor as my trembling hands lost the ability to hold on. The light spun, causing a strobe light effect. From light to darkness, to light once more, the features remained undeniable.
Heels hooking on the side of the mattress, I kicked, flinging myself backward. The pent up scream strangled me, and I felt as if I were in a bad dream, held breathless by my fear. I couldn’t seem to find purchase enough to scramble farther, and the blanket tangled around my legs.
“Georgia, do not be afraid. I’m only here to give you what you asked for.”
His voice was like warm molasses dripping in heavy syllables over my skin. My muscles relaxed and my fear ebbed as I stopped trying to escape. The flashlight beam had come to a rest angling just to his right, but I could see his outline clearly. As impossible as it seemed, my imaginary lover stood before me.
“B-b-but …” I couldn’t form the words to deny his presence. Not with his blue eyes looking into mine as if he knew my soul.
“I won’t hurt you, my love. I adore you. I treasure you. You’ve given me life once more.” He took a careful step forward, and I could hear the sound of his steps on the hardwood.
He’s real. He’s real. Impossible. No. Every thought in my head screamed at me to be afraid, to find away to escape. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening, but it was.
He took another step just as the lightning struck once more, illuminating his face. Eyes heavy with desire and lips curled into a sensuous smile, he held out his hand. The rumble of thunder shook the bed within seconds, and somewhere in the back of my mind, the first smatters of raindrops registered.
“Who…who are you?” My voice began shaky, but he drew nearer. His presence calmed my nerves, and I suddenly felt brave as a pulse of heat spread at the juncture of my thighs. “What are you?”
“I am whoever you wish me to be. I am whatever you wish me to be. Your want, your desire, your sexuality drew me here from wherever I was before. Now, I’m yours to do with as you please. I’m a slave to your body and your will.”
The cadence of his voice as he said the words drew me in, and I moved without thinking, inching closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him. My nipples pebbled, pressing against the thin t-shirt I’d worn to bed, and my naked sex throbbed with desire. Still, my mind fought to warn me against the danger I must surely be in.
“I don’t understand. How did I bring you here?”
Another flash of lightning lit up the room and his words were nearly drowned out by the roar of the ensuing thunder. “You asked. You wished for a lover who could…pleasure.”
I’d forgotten about the
powerful orgasm I’d given myself on the porch swing earlier in the night. I couldn’t remember the exact phrasing of the thought I’d had just as my pleasure had peaked, but I knew it had been something along those lines.
His hand reached out to stroke my cheek, and I tried to turn my head away. My chin raised a fraction before I felt his touch and turned my face into his palm. Warmth bloomed from his rough skin as he ran a thumb over my cheekbone and tilted my head upward. Soft lips brushed against mine, stealing my breath away.
For a long moment, we kissed, each glide of our lips soft and sweet. Passion budded slowly in the center of my body, warming my flesh and quieting my fears. Everything about him seemed so right, so perfect. Just the way I had pictured him.
He pulled back, leaving me gasping and reaching for more. Staying my needy hands and mouth, he quirked his lips up in the same sexy grin I had pictured settling between my thighs.
“Say my name, Georgia. That is all that I need to become this and so much more for you.”
I opened my mouth to say that I didn’t know, but I did. Somehow, I’d always known. “Davian,” the word was a whispered plea on my lips.
He smiled, approval shining out of his expression as he knelt before me. Face to face, our gazes locked and he slanted his mouth over mine. The slip of his tongue against the seam of my lips brought a moan of pleasure from deep in my throat as I opened up. In gentle, rhythmic thrusts, he claimed me with his kiss as if we were making love.
Fingers finally uncurling from the blankets, I brought my hands up to twine in his dark hair. Tugging him closer, I spread my legs and wrapped them around his trim waist, locking my ankles behind his strong back. I felt pinpoints of heat as his fingers dug into my hips, pulling my core against his torso. Frenzied bodies pressed together, we rocked in motion with our tongues. I trailed my fingertips down his back, feeling his muscles shift beneath them as he continued to explore my mouth. Greedy for more, I found the hem of his shirt and tugged.