Looking for Adventure

by Valentina Heart

  I took off the thong only when the stall door was closed and I was free to shed those panic tears, to let the warm water wash them away down my trembling body. There was nothing between us yet for it to hurt this much already. My heart was messing with me, purposely needling all the sore points, not allowing me to even take one relaxing breath.

  Instead of a relaxing shower, what I got was almost equal to a nervous breakdown. I was jumpy, scared, completely out of my depth. So instead of being happy for finally being given a chance, I walked out of the bathroom, with a towel around my waist, like I was heading toward a firing squad instead of a potential lover.

  When I entered the kitchen, Jonathan was facing me all dressed and looking spectacular while I’d even forgotten to put on my pants. I stopped in my tracks, not sure if I should go back or just face whatever might come head-on, pantless.

  I chose the latter. My barefoot legs walked the distance to the nearest chair, where I just slumped and lifted my gaze to face him.

  “Don’t look so defeated. I just wanted to talk to you.” He paused, which only made me more nervous.

  “What about?”

  “God, this is difficult.” The words were making him blush for some reason, and that reaction seemed better than any possible alternative.

  He took another breath, which seemed to work like a dose of courage.

  “I have never done this before. Really, never.” His eyebrows were almost touching the line of his hair, and the look in his eyes all but begged me to understand him without him saying the specifics.

  “You mean what exactly?” I wasn’t trying to be difficult. I had a few things in mind about what he might mean, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

  That breath of courage he’d taken a minute ago left him in a whoosh, and his palms gripped his head. The rest he said almost in a blur, never taking his eyes off the surface of the table and not slowing down for a second.

  “I’m a heterosexual. Or I was a heterosexual. I mean, I’ve never felt anything for a guy before. I’ve never even liked a guy before. It’s not as if I think all of it is wrong; it’s just… I’ve never felt anything like that. But with you, I’m out of my mind with lust, and I want you so bad, it almost hurts. I don’t mind that either, if you understand, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to touch or how to make a move, and all of it scares me to death. And then you look all broken if I move away, and I don’t know how to help you or what I did wrong. I mean, what if I hurt you? What if I get carried away and somehow hurt you? I could never forgive myself…” The words kept going, and it took me a while before I grasped what the problem was.

  The minute I did I was on my feet and behind his chair, hugging him from behind and pressing a soft kiss against his temple. “Jonathan, Jon. Stop it. I’m right here; I understand. Stop speaking.

  “Good,” I said when he finally lapsed into silence. “Now let me get this straight. You want me in every way possible, but you don’t want to make that first move or any move after the first one. Did I get that right?” I asked, tumbling over my own words.

  “I think so. You lost me there for a minute.” And he laughed in that relaxed way of his, putting both of us at ease.

  “Trust me; I don’t have any problem with making all the first moves. I was afraid that my feelings could ruin our friendship as well as make you hate me. Instead you are giving me all I could hope for. All this physical stuff will come naturally. Of course, if you want something, just ask me. I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate.” With that I grinned wickedly, already having more than a few ideas in mind.

  “Bedroom.” He whispered the word like it was something forbidden.

  “We’ll meet in yours in two minutes. I just want to pull on some shorts so that I don’t scare you away,” I whispered back, right next to his ear, and I couldn’t resist licking a wet line on that smooth patch of skin behind it.

  He whimpered in my arms, and his breath carried just one barely audible “hurry.”

  I took off in the direction of my bedroom, my erection bobbing beneath my towel. It was almost painful, but the sweetness that awaited made all the wrongs better.

  The shorts were on me before my mind could even process my actions, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of his door knocking softly.

  “You don’t have to knock, Nino.” His voice was muted by the closed door.

  I opened the door, only to find him spread out on the bed, wearing just his shorts and a nervous smile. I closed the distance between us and climbed onto the bed next to him.

  “Don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you, Boss,” I said softly as I traced his jaw with my fingers.

  “Why do you call me Boss in a moment like this?” It looked almost as if he was grasping for straws, anything not to think about the reason why we were there.

  “Jonathan is too long sometimes, and Jon doesn’t really suit you. Do you mind if I call you Boss?” I asked, already worrying that he would deny me that small pleasure.

  It was something that was mine, and all the possible sexual references to that word had fueled my imagination for weeks.

  “No, I don’t mind.” It was said on another gasp, because I nipped at his chin with my lips in that exact moment.

  I wanted him badly, in every possible way, but finally being given the chance to explore forced me to take my time and enjoy.

  I positioned my knees on his sides so that I had a beautiful view of his face, his chest, and all that hard meat beneath a single piece of cloth. Only the sides of my calves touched him, and the sweet expectation made my blood burn hotter too.

  Hesitantly he lifted his hands and started caressing my arms. His eyes were full of questions and desire, but I could also see that adorable impatience as he was devouring my body with his gaze.

  The poor baby had no idea what impatience meant, he had no idea how loud I could make him scream, or what exactly it meant to actually hurt from want.

  “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.” I came closer to him, searching for understanding on his face.

  He nodded, and in return, I asked another question. “Ready for the ride, baby?”

  But this time I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead I was already pulling at his taut nipple with my teeth. The fingers on my arms gripped harder in tandem with a shout that left his lips.

  There wasn’t a bone in my body capable of holding back, as my dreams were finally coming true. The soft hairs on his chest tickled my nose, but my insistent advances never slowed. I wanted to taste more of him, remember every reaction, push every limit. After I was done nibbling with my teeth, I used my tongue, grazing the tip with contrasting hardness. He was already half-crazy beneath my body, twisting sideways, half pushing me away, half pulling me forward.

  It was that amazing sensation where everything is too good but almost too much, and you want more, but you also want it to stop. In a moment of weakness, I left the red nub alone, only to take the other one between my wet lips.

  His hips were moving so high that he grazed my erection every second or third lift of his hips and gave back as good as he got. I could feel the hardness of him sliding against me, and it made me lose my focus. Made me whimper quietly around the nipple still straining in my mouth.

  When just that little touch became too much, I let go of my weight and crashed hard on his body, touching every wanting part of him with a burning part of me. I connected our lips in another one of those bruising kisses, where we tried to crawl inside each other, where our tongues danced that relentless dance of passion.

  I could feel his nails pressing against the skin on my back, his erection grinding against mine. Even my nipples were aching as they rubbed against the hairs on his chest. The sounds that left us in between breaths were desperate and completely unrecognizable. I couldn’t distinguish mine from his, nor did I want to.

  He was the first one to come, when my fingers found his dark hair and I gripped it hard to hold him still.
He moved desperately against me. Just a couple of times were enough. He was convulsing beneath me like a wild beast and almost screaming in my mouth. But what finally did me in was the wetness that soaked through both our shorts and gave me enough of a stimulant to scream back.

  As I came, my mind sort of blacked out, and the next time I was aware of my surroundings, Jonathan was kissing my hair and stroking my arms. I was cradled comfortably against his chest, one of my palms resting on top of his chest. I felt secure; for whatever reason, it was the safest place I had ever found myself.

  “Are you back?” he whispered softly, nothing but the afterglow painting his voice.

  “Sort of. How long was I out?” I asked as I threw my leg over his, just to get that much closer.

  “A few minutes. Does that happen often?”

  “You mean, do I usually pass out when I come?” I smiled to myself, enjoying his subtle curiosity.

  “Yes.”

  “It’s very rare. It has to be very, very good.”

  “Oh.” And I could almost feel him blushing above me.

  “Did you like it?” Now came the fate-deciding question. I couldn’t help but stiffen in anticipation of his answer.

  “Yes. It was very intense. I’ve actually never had such an amazing orgasm with someone.”

  I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding.

  “Do you want to do it again?” The second terrifying question popped out of my mouth.

  “Hell yes. If you don’t mind, that is.” In a blink of an eye, he dropped from excited to insecure. I would have to change that in the future.

  “Baby, this was just an appetizer. The main course will bring so much more to the table, not to mention the dessert.” I laughed softly.

  “Can we just stay like this for a while before all that? I need a few minutes to recuperate. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  “You bet. This is as comfortable as I’ve been in years. You’ll have to use force to detach me from you anytime soon.” With that said, I snuggled even closer.

  “Is being with a man very different from being with a woman?”

  The question was an obvious cover for something else that was bothering him, but I let it go, answering it to the best of my ability.

  “I guess it depends. If you focus on that significant difference between genders, you will feel every single thing that isn’t the same, but if you concentrate more on the person, everything should be more natural.” I first tried with my “gender doesn’t matter” speech, but when it lacked a reaction from him, I went with a slightly different approach.

  “You’ve had sex with women, so you will probably expect everything to be soft. It isn’t. I’m more muscle and bones than any type of fat. The other thing is the force. You probably already noticed how everything is rougher between us—the kisses, the grips. Well, it can be even more intense. You won’t hurt me, but I’ll probably moan quite a bit. Believe me, I won’t complain, not even a little. There are a few more things that will surprise you, but I’d like to keep some secrets, if you don’t mind.” Plotting sexual scenes with him was turning out to be a full-time job in my head, and summer suddenly seemed too short for everything that I wanted to try.

  “I’ve noticed that. You don’t seem to mind if I’m a little bit rougher. It wasn’t something I planned beforehand. Actually I’ve never been that aggressive in bed. It’s just something that comes out when I’m with you. I want more all the time, or to be closer than I already am. It’s both confusing and arousing.” He spoke softly, never stopping the movement of his fingers.

  “What was the real question you wanted to ask?” I challenged him, not willing to give him even an inch of space for wiggling away from me.

  “How did you know?”

  “Because you don’t ask obvious things, ever. Everything you say is usually straight to the point, and it’s more interesting than the differences between gay and straight sex.”

  He laughed as if saying busted. “I wanted to know how intercourse usually plays out. I suppose it is quite different than things I would do with a woman, and I keep imagining penetration. It seems like an impossible endeavor.” The words were more clinical than I would have used, with his tone being utterly serious.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I can tell you, you know, but I would rather show you some other time. It’s too soon to head in that direction yet. That okay with you?”

  “So what will we do now?”

  “How about we clean up first and then have breakfast? I bought some strawberries yesterday, if you’re interested.” I circled his nipple innocently with my finger.

  “Is that some kind of a sex reference? Because I’m a complete virgin when it comes to those,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  I laughed once more. “No, it’s not a sex reference, but it can be if you want strawberries in bed. I was planning on playing some more after we eat anyway.”

  “No, no, whatever you want is fine. So are we getting up now?”

  I lifted myself reluctantly, not ready yet to part with his perfect body, but anticipation for more sweet moments to come forced me to move.

  We cleaned ourselves separately; he probably due to his natural shyness, while I was still reluctant to reveal that part of me.

  As I was the first one out of the bathroom, I walked into the kitchen with a towel around my waist. Putting an apron on, I mixed up the pancake batter right away. When the pancakes were done, I took out the strawberries, washed them, and started cutting them into equal slices.

  By the time he’d joined me, I was almost done with the pancakes, and everything else was already on our plates.

  “I think I’m absolutely crazy about your ass in the kitchen, and I don’t mean that in a demeaning way.” I felt his fingertips tracing my spine. It caused goose bumps to cover my body, and I leaned all the more into his touch.

  “What’s so great about my ass?” I shamelessly fished for a compliment.

  “It’s perfectly round and so very tight. When you were in those white pants, I couldn’t will my erection down. And that thong this morning…” The words turned into a whisper as his fingers loosened the towel around me. It dropped to my feet.

  I had every intention of saying something else, of asking for another explanation, another seductive whisper, but it was like his touches emptied my mind and left me with pure sensation.

  I expected him to just look at me, and even that thought made me flex my muscles. He rewarded me with a soft groan. My eyes were half-closed, and I could see the pancakes in the pan in front of me, but I had no strength left for any action but to hold myself up on the counter.

  His body was so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and when his palms touched my ass cheeks, I hissed, pushing instantly into them. He squeezed tentatively, his thumbs grazing my crack on both sides while his tongue licked the back of my neck.

  The sensations almost undid me. In my mind I saw myself as a melted puddle in the middle of the kitchen. Somehow the word “pancakes” slipped out of my mouth, and right away, Jonathan stepped back. My ass was following him before I regained control over that part of my body again.

  “Sorry,” he said as he coughed into his fist.

  “It’s all right,” I squeaked, still trying to find my lost voice.

  “I guess we should eat.” He tried again, and I dumped the pancakes on our plates before bringing them to the table.

  His face was rivaling the color of the strawberries, and I knew I wasn’t far off either. My erection was all but cutting through the apron, making it very awkward to walk, not to mention sit down.

  Jonathan’s eyes, on the other hand, were glued to it. Like staring at it could make it magically disappear. I would have been embarrassed if not for the arousal that oozed from my every pore.

  Even eating turned out to be an adventure. We watched every bite the other one took with a hunger that went far beyond food. My thoughts revolved around his proud leng
th, the taste that I imagined to be better than pancakes, his sounds that would be sweeter than the strawberries.

  As soon as he put the last bite between his lips, I shot out, “Bedroom!”

  I was already standing up, and both our chairs scraped the floor in our hurry. It was weird in a way, how we wanted but still weren’t in that phase where all the casual touches were comfortable. Everywhere we went, we somehow followed each other, doing with our looks and voices what we weren’t able to do with our fingers and lips.

  With my ass planted in the middle of the bed, I lost all pretense of modesty. “What do you want? You want me to touch you; you want to touch me? Ready to go all the way and fuck me, or would you prefer if we stopped at blowjobs?”

  The blush on him was priceless, but the lawyer in him overcame all the embarrassment. “Everything except the penetration. But if you blow me, I don’t think I will last.”

  “If you don’t, we’ll go again. Now come here!” I said with my hands extended before me in clear invitation.

  He laughed sweetly at me. “Is that apron a part of your fantasy, or would you like me to take it off for you?”

  “God, I completely forgot. You can take it off after you lose that towel,” I said, scowling at myself because of the apron, but also admiring my subconscious for hiding the tattoo even when other things took precedence.

  With one hand he loosened the towel, and I was faced with a gorgeous, cut cock. It bobbed beautifully as he walked the distance to the bed, forcing me to grip the sheets beneath me to keep me in place.

  “Show me what I’ve been missing,” he whispered, only a breath away from my lips.

  I’m not usually a top, in any kind of way, but that seductive invitation and the hunger I’d felt for weeks drove me on top of him in a flash. The apron was still between us, making the friction all the more intense. I covered every part of his upper body with my hands in a matter of minutes as my mouth occupied his.

  I stopped only when it all became too much, when my cock was crying for release and his whimpers gave signals that he was right there with me. I kissed my way down to that hair-covered mound, letting my head bump against his straining erection. I kissed all around it, licking the base teasingly, causing him to thrash beneath me wildly but not giving him any form of release.