Looking for Adventure

by Valentina Heart

  “Please, Nino…” The whimpers started to take form.

  “What do you want, Boss? Tell me.”

  “Take it in your mouth, suck me, bite me, anything… Just do something, please.” He almost cried as he begged, and I could do nothing other than obey.

  I took him in my mouth all the way until those dark hairs tickled my nose. I swallowed around all that hard meat, moaning at the taste and wanting more.

  As the first shock passed, he started thrusting, pushing himself inside my mouth. First the moves were slow and careful, but as I grazed his slit with my tongue every time I slid up, the thrusts became more frantic.

  The difference those few minutes made was incredible. From a slow teasing, it went to a full-blown fuck, where he pounded the back of my throat in such aggressive moves that they bordered on pain. I took him in every time, fighting for breath but almost coming myself. I loved it, loved the intensity, the wanton way he just let go.

  It wasn’t long before he lost even the little bit of control that prevented him from gripping my hair. He took chunks of it in his fists, and in two fast moves came down my sore throat. A roar broke around the room, like a lion that had just won a battle, and I couldn’t resist smiling in satisfaction around his softening cock.

  I got up on my knees and dropped onto the bed beside him, the smile cracking my face in two. There was no way of hiding how pleased I was. My cock still ached painfully for some kind of ending, but I didn’t care. I’d made Jonathan roar, and there wasn’t a place on earth I would have rather been in that moment.

  “God, Nino, I’m so sorry.” His devastated voice broke the rhythm of our short breaths.

  “What…” I croaked. “What are you sorry for?” My throat rasped in something so unlike my voice.

  “What do you mean, what am I sorry for? Listen to yourself! I almost choked you to death!” He sat up, all the agitation showing plainly on his face.

  “Hmm, that… I loved that part!” I smiled cheekily, unable to help myself.

  Disbelief colored his features, followed closely by confusion. “You…liked it? I don’t understand…”

  The poor baby was so out of his depth that I felt sorry for enjoying it so much. “I like it rough sometimes. Well, a lot of times.”

  “That didn’t hurt you?” he asked with his eyes wide open and his mouth catching flies in complete wonder.

  “It did a little, but I like it that way. It turns me on. See?” I flung the apron away from my crotch to show the straining erection still very present there. I’d forgotten about the tattoo until I caught his smile, and the horror of it drained the color from my face.

  If it had been another guy above me, another gay man or even a woman, I wouldn’t have cared jack shit about their opinion. But this was Jonathan. The always serious boss who was anything but gay despite the fact that he had the hots for me. Not to mention the small detail of me liking him as I’ve never liked another person before in my life.

  I tried pulling the apron back over myself, but he caught it reflexively. “No, you don’t.”

  “Shit,” I mumbled to myself.

  “I completely forgot about the tattoo. I would have looked for it otherwise,” he said as he studied it, covering every inch of distance between his kneeling position and my displayed cock.

  “Don’t you dare laugh!” I said with false viciousness.

  He immediately looked at me. “Why would I laugh? It’s cute.”

  Completely ignoring my cock, he lowered his head just a few breaths away from the tattoo and studied it. “God, you look even more innocent with the two of them.”

  Then his tongue sneaked out and licked the soft, colored skin next to my cock. I don’t think he was even aware of the position he was in, so close to the main course and licking my skin. There was no way in hell I was even breathing, on the off chance it might burst his fascination bubble and force him to move away.

  “Your skin is so soft here,” he mumbled before laying a kiss above the ink.

  Involuntarily a shudder traveled through me, and it woke him from his dreamy exploration. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Instantly he was on his knees again, so very far from where I wanted him.

  Uncomfortable…what the fuck! I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was as horny as a kid, and he’d just taken away my freaking lollipop! Or ignored my aching lollipop, as it were.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. That was actually amazing,” I said softly, watching carefully for any change on his face.

  “Really?”

  “Damn straight! Just a little to the left, and you could have made me come.” I couldn’t help but tease.

  He blushed, oh so sweetly, and I was instantly glad for my words. He could always use more loosening up, no matter the time of day or the situation at hand. His eyes strayed down to my calling cock and stayed there.

  “You look nice. How come you shave everything but this little patch?” He pointed just above my cock, where a small triangle of trimmed hair decorated my crotch.

  “I don’t like it hairy, but it looks weird all naked. So I compromise.”

  “Can I touch?” His brows lifted slightly in question.

  “Please do!” I spoke a little too loudly.

  Too absorbed with his curiosity, he didn’t even notice. He just positioned himself between my legs, which I spread as far as they could go. He leaned forward and with tentative fingers touched the soft skin of my balls. It was bordering on torture, the way he touched and probed, smoothed the sides. The admiration was clearly written in his eyes, and at one point he surged forward, stopping my heart in place, just before he caught himself and pulled back again.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  “Yes. I’ve seen women all smooth like this, but it’s so different with a man. There is more loose skin, and it makes your cock look bigger.” Once again he switched to that clinical side while I yearned for the romantic one.

  “You can touch anything you want, you know.” I tried indirectly pointing in the right direction once more.

  He looked at me, confused for just a moment, before some kind of a lightbulb switched on in his head.

  “You didn’t come! I’m such an ass! I’m sorry! And I’m teasing you here.” He became flustered again, and it was up to me to rescue the situation.

  “Would you like to watch me jerk off? I can do it in the bathroom if you mind. But you turn me on, and I can’t go the rest of the day like this.” I turned my pleading gaze toward his. It really was becoming uncomfortable, and the last thing I wanted was to turn him off men again.

  “Can I help you?” The question surprised me enough for the answer to drag itself over my lips.

  “Yes.”

  Without waiting for further clarification, he took me in his hand and started stroking evenly, up and down and up again. He did a little twist on my tip that elicited a gasp from my mouth, and just like that, it became a permanent addition to his moves.

  I’d been aroused for too long before, and just the realization that it was him who was touching me sped the process. I needed just a little extra stimulation, and that would be it. I let my fingers stray toward my nipple, which I pinched hard in desperation, but it wasn’t the pain which brought me over in the end. It was the heat of his mouth when he took one of my balls inside. My body spasmed in the explosion that followed, and my toes curled as every muscle in my body tensed. Warm strings of cum painted my belly and coated his fingers.

  I lacked the strength for anything really, but I forced myself to sit and take his palm in mine. I licked the sperm off his fingers, slowly, never taking my eyes off his surprised face.

  When I was done, I collapsed on the bed and curled into an exhausted ball of flesh.

  My body was already half-asleep by the time I felt the sheet on my belly, wiping away the fluid. The next sensation was of his body molding against my back, and his hand pulling me ever so close to him.

  Sleep took me all too soon, but I
kept dreaming about his soft touch for what seemed like forever.

  Chapter Seven

  I held him in my arms for at least two hours, his naked ass pressed against my groin. It was another first for me in a sea of firsts—to be completely naked with a man in a lover’s embrace.

  He was right. There was nothing soft about him. It was like he was constructed only from hard planes of muscle, and that one part that lay limply against the sheet a couple of hours ago was almost harder than the bone itself.

  My day had been filled with brave, embarrassing, confusing, and utterly amazing situations. I’d never even imagined sex could be that way, so many sensations boiled into one huge want. Want for flesh, for touches, for erotic words as well as secret emotions.

  Nino wanted me as much, if not more, than I wanted him, only he hid it better. I don’t know what tipped me off in the end. Was it the looks or the words that escaped him? But I was sure he wanted me, and more importantly, that he felt the same as I did.

  It felt great to be in the same mess with someone, a wonderful mess at that, to want something forbidden and to be able to get it without limitations. I was wondering what would be the next thing for us to try. I was also wondering how far I would allow him to go. I wanted him in every way, there was no doubt there, but the fear was ever present, and it was something I couldn’t just switch off.

  Being that close to him and hearing his soft breath as my fingers touched the hair at the back of his neck made me think about the experience we’d shared. It made me think about his hot lips stretched around my thick cock and the way I’d pounded into his mouth with no restraint at all.

  Despite his reassuring words, I was ashamed of it. I’d completely lost control, and in my animalistic urge, I’d almost hurt him. I did hurt him, even if he had said he loved it. It was wrong, and it made me doubt my ability to do this with him. He made me lose myself. He made the world disappear whenever he was around, because all my senses instantly focused on him.

  As much as the feeling excited me, it was also terrifying. There should always be some semblance of control in the world, some rules the world worked by. And he’d deleted all the borders and made me cross all the lines.

  I felt him stir next to me, then stiffen as he felt my fingers in his hair. He was scared, but his fears ran in different paths than mine. I knew he was afraid of me leaving, of not feeling about him the way he felt about me. It showed in his every hesitant word, in those moments when he should have been soaring above, cruising in the clouds with me. Instead, the clouds shadowed his eyes.

  He was partially right; I wasn’t here to stay. My time was limited, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was funny how now, when I was finally happy, when I had all I wanted or needed, I was bound to lose it. You simply can’t receive without giving, and with him I’d received the ultimate prize. There was nothing for me to do but give the same in return.

  “I’ve never been a hopeless romantic, nor have I ever shared my feelings with the world. Those are the things I’m not very good at,” I whispered next to his ear because I knew he was awake. “I feel for you. I feel too much, and I want too much. I want to tell you that I love you, but I’m not sure I know how love feels. I also want to tell you that I’m never leaving your side, but I can’t promise something that doesn’t depend on me. Life is strange in so many ways, and there are never guarantees. But for what it’s worth, I will give you anything you wish for. From my heart to my body, all you have to do is ask for it or show me that you want it. I don’t want an experiment for the summer or a secret to be safely hidden once I return to the real world. For me, you are the real world.”

  With every word I spoke, his body sank more into mine until there was no air between us and I could almost feel the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing. I wished only that I could’ve told him the whole truth. That I could have been honest about everything, and that it wouldn’t have changed anything. But I knew different.

  You can’t just tell people that you are dying and expect everything to stay the same. I had one more month to live, and in order to spend it with him, I had to lie. I had to pretend we had a lifetime together, and that nothing would ever push us apart. The lie tore at me. It stuck deep and dug deeper with every minute that passed. But there was no way around it. Not if I wanted him with me for the rest of my short days.

  “You really mean that,” he whispered back.

  “I do.”

  The silence was deafening, but still somehow all right. It was a moment in time that was bound to be remembered by the both of us, and because of that, we cherished it.

  “I’m hungry,” he said sometime later.

  “Do you want me to make you something to eat?” I offered, already worrying about the offer and vaguely remembering exactly how one boils an egg.

  He laughed sweetly, and for the umpteenth time, I was wondering if he had the amazing ability to read minds.

  “You don’t have to cook anything. I actually had a lunch planned for today, but all this kind of threw me from my schedule. Maybe we can have a small sandwich or something to keep us until lunch is done.”

  “What are your plans for lunch?” I asked, curious because he seemed a bit more excited about it than usual.

  “I found this recipe among Mrs. Carney’s books. It’s for that fireplace they have outside. I was planning on having a barbecue, but there are these interesting recipes with the baking bell. They are mostly Mediterranean specialties, and I’m dying to try this one with an octopus.”

  I was right, he was more than excited. That pitch in his voice was unmistakable.

  “What do you need me to do?” I wasn’t planning on sitting on my ass all day while he busted his making lunch. It was fun sometimes to help him. When I knew what I was doing, that is.

  “Can you maybe start a fire? I don’t have the faintest idea where to begin, and I know it’s outside in the secure place, but I still have a feeling I might burn down the house.”

  He was looking sheepish, and I loved it. He was finally giving me a task I could help with.

  “No problem. You want to go right away?”

  “As soon as I get dressed.”

  Half an hour later he was in the kitchen preparing everything foodwise, while I was sneaking a peek online in the hopes of finding the right way to start a fire. The damn thing kept going out on me, and there was just so much patience I had for frustrating things.

  Of course I wanted to appear as an expert for Nino, and that meant I couldn’t get caught sneaking online. It took me another half an hour to get it started right, even with all the help I’d found. Sometimes those basic things make you admire the cavemen who perfected the art.

  I watched my beautiful fire burn to nothing but embers and ash, and no matter how many times I dragged Nino out to see it, he kept saying how it wasn’t ready yet. So I stood there, fuming and silently cursing men who acted like women when he walked out of the house with a big round baking pan filled with split potatoes and two small octopuses in the middle.

  He carried it to the fireplace, where he pushed all the embers and ash to the side.

  “Now, it’s important that the pan is on the hot pane without the embers underneath. You cover it with this hot baking bell and put ash and embers on top of it. The ash keeps the warmth inside, and the embers produce it. It should be ready in about forty minutes or so. I’ve never done this before. I wonder what it will taste like.” He did all the work, explaining details for my sake, and then we dragged the stools in front of the fireplace and watched the glowing embers in the quiet.

  I was so hungry, my stomach was slowly eating itself away, but I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the food. I loved seafood, and I’d never tried anything like this before. I could see the impatience in Nino in the way his leg was bouncing on the stone tiles and the fact that he was sipping his beer too often. For some reason, I extended my hand and slid my fingers over his forearm, which caused him to cease all motion instantly
. I loved the effect I had on him.

  The eyes that turned toward me were full of desire, and I smiled seductively at him, only partially planning to carry out all the things my eyes promised him.

  “Uh-huh, no. No way. If I let you drag me into it, my food will burn. I’m not planning on ruining that octopus, not even for you,” he said firmly, turning his gaze once more to the fireplace.

  Then I did something I thought I would never do as long as I lived. I pouted. I stuck out my lower lip in such a ridiculous way that it took all my might not to burst out laughing. Fortunately Nino did it for me. When he caught sight of me, beer burst out of his nose, and he started coughing like an idiot, but he still tried to laugh despite it.

  I threw my head back and laughed for the both of us, laughing at the child that apparently still lived in me, at Nino’s wet shirt and the expression on his face. Everything was funny, and I was having a blast once more.

  We ate at the table outside, taking one bite at a time and savoring the taste. The potatoes were sweet and delicious, but the octopus just melted on the tongue. Combined with the mixed vegetable salad Nino had made, it was better than sin.

  “I had no idea people could eat this good,” I mumbled between bites.

  “Me either. It was so worth the wait.”

  There was no dessert after that as the both of us just stumbled over to the couch, crashing on it with a thump.

  “I don’t think I will be able to move for days,” I said.

  “Try a week. I can’t do the dishes,” he complained, softly caressing his belly.

  “I’ll hire help. I don’t want you cleaning when you could be doing better things with your hands.” I let my suddenly dirty mind out to play.

  “God, the last thing we need is some old lady catching us naked on the kitchen table.” He laughed through the words before realizing what he’d said and slamming a palm over his teeth.