by J. M. Lamp
I lay him back on the bed and position myself over him. I make my way down his body, kissing his neck and then his chest. I kiss the different ridges of his stomach and then plant a kiss on the tip of cock.
I look up at him and see him bite his lip. His gaze focuses in on my lips and I make my way back down, taking his tip in my mouth. I can taste the body wash he used in the shower and I wonder if the rest of him tastes as good.
I take him deeper in my mouth and he moans, taking a fistful of my hair. He gently thrusts his hips forward and back in synch with my tongue along his length and I reposition myself over top of him, getting the best angle for his hips to move. I can feel his pulse vibrating through his cock and wonder if he is close or not.
He tilts my head up with his hand and brings it closer to his. His takes my tongue in his mouth and flips me onto my back on the bed again.
“I want you,” I say. “All of you. Inside me.” The words just come out and I don’t even think about the fact that I’ve never asked a guy to shove himself inside of me before.
He smiles and gets off the bed, walking over to his bag. He pulls out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
“This probably looks bad,” he says.
I get up off the bed and undo one of the pockets on my bag. I pull out a condom and a bottle of lube and say, “Same.”
He laughs and walks over to me, setting the items on the nightstand next to the bed. He lies down on the bed and I take the condom wrapper and open it with my teeth. I roll the condom over his tip as he rubs the side of my hip softly. I gently squirt some lube over the tip and smooth it out over his whole length. He sits up and I position myself overtop of him. Slowly, I sit down edging him into me. After a few thrusts, he gets comfortably in and I push his chest back down.
I move my hips back and forth and I gently move up and down and he moans, lifting his knees slightly. I can feel him digging deeper and deeper into me, but I don’t notice any sensation other than him poking against my prostate as he glides in and out.
He grabs hold of my cock and gently massages it back and forth, as I motion him in and out of me. The pleasure is unbelievable and I just want him deeper inside of me.
He readjusts his position and flips his position with mine, never coming out of me. He takes my hands and puts them behind my head against the wall and kisses my neck as he thrusts into me harder. He speeds up his thrusts and bites my bottom lip again.
I’m throbbing inside and with even the smallest touch, I might unload onto my chest.
“I’m close,” he says, locking eyes with me. He locks his lips with mine again and slows down his thrusts. He shoves into me deeper and deeper the slower he gets and I can tell he is getting tired.
“You first,” he says, pulling out of me and taking me in his mouth again. He shoves two fingers inside of me and continues to massage my prostate as he moves his tongue back and forth, all over my length. I can feel myself getting close and I let out a soft moan. He presses harder inside of me and goes down deeper on my cock.
“I’m coming,” I say. “Com—“
I lean back and Will doesn’t let up. I unload as he pounds at the tip of my cock. The pleasurable is unbelievable and I feel as though all the energy that I had in me is gone. He lets up and quickly shoves himself back inside me.
He lets out a loud moan and slowly his thrusts come to a halt. His breathing is heavy and he gives me a hint of a smile. He pulls out of me and leans his face down to mine. He softly kisses me and lies down next to me on the bed as he takes off the condom and ties it, throwing it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Pretty sure we did what your sister was telling you not to do with all that ‘be safe’ business,” I say.
“Hey,” he say, leaning on his side, “we were safe. We used protection.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I say, laughing.
“I know,” he says, smiling. “I can’t help it. I’ve wanted that since we were in your car that night at the college.”
“Satisfied?” I ask, leaning on my side as well.
“Beyond satisfied.” He leans into me and kisses me on the lips again. “I’m hungry again,” he says and gets up off the bed and goes into the bathroom.
“Wanna get pizza or something?” I ask him, getting off the bed and grabbing my phone.
“Yes, please.”
I search on my phone for the best pizza places in town that deliver.
“What do you want on it?”
“I don’t care,” he says, wrapping his hands around my stomach and nuzzling his face into my neck. “Whatever you want.”
“Yes,” I say, trying to focus my attention on the person on the other line, “I just need a large pepperoni and cheese pizza and then an order of your breadsticks.”
Will moves his hands from my stomach down to my cock and I let out a slight gasp. I look at him and smile and he raises his eyebrows.
“Delivery,” I say, as he bites my shoulder and moves closer to my neck. I give the girl the address and room number and she rings up the total for me.
“Give us about a half hour to forty minutes,” the girl says. I hang up the phone and turn around facing Will.
“A little over a half hour, probably,” I say.
“Perfect,” Will says smiling, and he pulls me back onto the bed.
***
The sunset has almost ran its course and it’s getting harder and harder to see outside. Will and I both had a ridiculous amount of pizza and breadsticks and I feel like going and making myself vomit in the bathroom.
Sex with Will was good; sex with Will was grand. It didn’t feel like it was rushed or that we had just hooked up. It felt real, raw and passionate.
“I’d like to retire here,” I say, wiping my mouth with my napkin. “Have my morning coffee and read the paper like a regular retiree every morning when the sun rises.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see my phone light up. It’s Ethan.
How goes it so far?
Good. Getting to know him a little more is nice.
How much of him have you gotten to know?
A good bit…
Was it good? I bet it was good. He is probably huge.
Goodnight, Ethan.
“Ethan says hello,” I say.
I see my screen light up again and this time it is Sam.
Congrats, man. Ethan told me you finally got some.
Jesus that was quick.
We went to the movies and he is staying over for the night.
I don’t want him in my bed.
He’s already made himself at home in it.
I’ll call you tomorrow and give you the details.
OK. Tell Will I said hi and thanks for breaking my best friends yearlong sex hiatus.
“Sam also says hi,” I say, putting my phone back down on the table.
“Are they psychic or something?”
“No,” I say, “just nosey.”
“I’d like to retire here, too,” he says. “A new book every few days and walks on the beach at night. Not alone though.”
“I doubt you’ll be alone.”
“Let’s hope not,” he says, smiling. “I hope this thing tomorrow doesn’t take too long.”
“Just don’t think about me,” I say, laughing. “If you think about coming back and seeing me then it will probably drag.”
“I can’t not think about you, Elliot.” His eyes focus on my lips and his face grows serious. “You’re all I ever think about these days.”
He gets up out of his chair and stands, leaning on the balcony railing.
He crosses his arms and says, “I was sitting in class the other day and a student had asked me a question and I was just lost in my own mind thinking about me and you here at the beach. Honestly, I don’t know how I can want someone so much and barely know anything about him.”
“What do you want to know?” I say, leaning on my elbow.
“Do you have any siblings?
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nbsp; “Only child,” I say. “It always bothered me growing up because everyone I was friends with had that experience and I didn’t.”
“What made you want to be an editor?”
I get out of my chair and lean my arms on the balcony, facing the opposite way as Will.
“When I was younger,” I start, “my parents used to fight a lot. Yelling, mostly, and sometimes stuff was thrown. It never got out of hand, but it was pretty constant. Most nights I would put earplugs in and sit down with a book. I visited the library constantly as a child and usually took two or three out at a time in case I finished one and needed another. Eventually, they got divorced and mom kept finding new guys to fight with.”
He turns to his side and sets his hands down on the bar.
“Books were my escape I guess; from my reality to one where anything could happen. It’s the only thing that ever interested me in school, so going to college was easy. Once I graduated, I left home and went to school in the city and never went back.”
“Do you still talk to your parents?”
“Yeah,” I say. “My parents loved me, I was never the issue. They just hated each other. They got divorced my sophomore year in high school and they visit me a good bit. Separately, of course.”
I let out a deep breath and admire the sunset finally diminishing. There are families walking up from the beach, back to their hotels, and young couples walking in the sand taking pictures.
“It’s made me hesitant about relationships to be honest. None of them have been successful.”
“It’s not because of that,” Will says. “You have to have failed relationships before you find who you should be with.”
“I gave up after my last one last year and focused on work”
Will leans off the balcony railing and says, “Sometimes you need that time to find yourself. It’s when you reach that point that you no longer want anyone at all that is alarming.
We clean up all the trash from outside and put the extra pizza in the fridge. I sit down on the couch and Will lays down on me, this time with his head in my lap.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” he says, “what happened last year?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “It sounds dumb, because it is, but one day he came home and I could tell he had been crying and he said he couldn’t do it anymore and was moving back home for a while to Indiana. He just up and left that night. I never got a text, phone call or reason in general for what was going on. It was just odd. Nothing led up to it either. It was just instant. Hadley told me the other night that he is back in town.”
“Are you going to see him?”
“No,” I say. “I have nothing to say to him really.”
“Don’t you want to know what happened?
“Yeah, I still do. If he wants to contact me he knows how.”
I want to ask Will about his past and why it seems like such a touchy subject. I know he has something that he wants to tell me eventually, so I shouldn’t force it out of him before he is ready. But I also really want to know.
“How long were you with him?” he says.
“Three years.”
Will sits up and looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Three years and one day he just up and moves out because he can’t do it anymore? There’s more to that story, Elliot.”
“It’s a story that I ended last year,” I say, grabbing his shoulder and bringing his head back down to my lap.
“Besides,” I say, laughing, “if it hadn’t happened then I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
“But still I—“
“Do you want to watch a movie before bed?” I ask as smoothly as I can manage, trying to change the subject.
“I’ll probably fall asleep right here,” he says.
“That’s fine with me,” I say, running my hands through his hair.
Talking about Drew doesn’t help the thought of moving on from him. He’s no longer a subject that I care to talk about. It would’ve been different if we were madly in love, but we weren’t.
We were both mostly done; being together just relived the sense of loneliness that we both were afraid to feel. I can’t help but wonder why he really did leave that night, though.
I continue rubbing Will’s head and try to focus on the waves crashing outside, as the thought of Drew escapes my mind and the thought of Will enters it.
Chapter Eight
Will
E LLIOT LIES PEACEFULLY UNDER the covers, as I make my way to the bathroom and hop in the shower.
It’s six in the morning and for the first time in a while, I feel completely refreshed from a night of sleep. Sex with Elliot was intoxicating. I’ve had sex plenty of times before, but never have I felt so comfortable so quickly with another guy like I did Elliot. And it wasn’t weird after. I thought it would be challenging or that I wouldn’t know what I was doing since it had been awhile, but with him, it was like we had been doing it for years.
The water hits my back and I lay my arm against the side of the shower and enjoy the change in my body temperature.
I’m pulled out of my daze when I hear the bathroom door creak open. I instantly feel my cock start to harden and lean off the wall as the sliding glass door of the shower starts to open. Elliot steps in and shuts the door, his expression focused.
“How much time do you have to spare?” he asks, grabbing the bottle of body wash sitting in the corner of the shower. He squirts some in his palm and rubs his hands together. He moves closer to me and puts both hands on my chest, rubbing them in circles.
“Plenty,” I say, as he makes his way from my chest down to my stomach. He looks up at me, his hands never stopping their motions, and smiles as he moves his hands down form my stomach to my cock. He traces his thumb over the tip and I feel a surge of pleasure run through me and I harden.
“I want to take a ride this time,” I say.
He sits back onto the seat that is in the shower and leans back onto his palms. He bites his lower lip as he looks my body up and down and I see his cock bounce back and forth as he situates himself on the seat. I lather up my palms and rub the soap on my backside and between my cheeks. I turn so my back is facing him and he palms a handful of my right cheek as he massages my middle with his left thumb.
He squirts a bit of body wash on his tip and rubs it over his whole length. He grabs each side of my waist and slowly pulls me back onto him. Slowly, I ease up and down, his cock sliding deeper into me each time I go down.
“Mmm,” I hear him moan out as he tilts his head back and bites his bottom lip.
He leans up and kisses the different creases in my back, bringing his right hand to the base of my neck. I arch my body back as he brings my head closer to his and lock lips with him. His tongue finds every corner of my mouth and he brings his lips to my ear, biting on the lobe and tugging it gently.
He brings his hands around to my chest and my nipples harden at his touch. His right hand makes its way to my mouth and I suck on his thumb and pointer finger. His teeth graze my neck and I let out a moan as he forces his hips deeper into me, bouncing me gently.
I don’t even notice the water hitting us both as I sway my hips up and down. He grasps my cock with his right hand and slowly jerks up and down, circling the tip with his thumb in each motion. The pleasure is unbelievable and I feel like coming already.
“I’m close,” he says and I let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Me too,” I say. I start to say his name as I arch my head back and unload all over his hand. He doesn’t stop the motions with his hand and mercilessly massages the tip of my cock. He bites my ear and I feel like passing out from the pleasure of it all.
He lifts me off of him and, as he goes to stand up, I drop down to my knees, positioning my arms on his thighs and stick his cock in my mouth. He immediately leans his head back and moans. Seconds later, he unloads into my mouth and I don’t let up, swirling my tongue around relentlessly until he drops from his elbows and lies back against the w
all of the shower.
***
My conference lets out early and I race to the car to get back to the hotel. After the best shower of my life this morning, all I want to do is see Elliot and spend as much time with him as possible.
The drive takes about ten minutes and luckily there is a spot open right by the front doors of the hotel.
“Did you learn anything?” Elliot says as I walk in the door.
I loosen my tie and put my bag down on the kitchen counter. I make my way over to the couch where Elliot is laying down with one arm behind his head.
“Yeah,” I say, lifting his feet and setting them on my lap as I sit down. “I learned the only thing more boring about a conference is a conference when you have a whole beach outside waiting for you.”
“What do you want to do today?” he asks, smiling up at me. I look up from him to outside and then back down at him.
“I want to go get sand in my ass-crack.”
“Same,” he says, lifting his legs.
We make our way out of the hotel and walk the path to the sand right along where the waves are breaking. The sand is a cool temperature beneath my feet, but the sun is still smoldering against my skin as I sit my stuff down in the spot Elliot picks out.
“I’ve never been to the beach when it was so close to being fall,” he says, spreading his towel on the ground.
He is wearing sky-blue swimming trunks that stop right above the knee and his shirt rides up his body as he leans down to even out the edges of his towel.
“I’m surprised by how hot it still is,” he says.
“Really hot,” I say, looking at his stomach as he takes his shirt off. I laugh and lie on my back. “Can we just stay right here forever?”
Elliot turns to his side and smiles at me.
“I’d love nothing more,” he says. He switches onto his back and puts his hands over his eyes. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“I already have it planned out,” I say.
“Oh really?” he asks. “More shower fun?”