by Lily Morton
A crack of thunder shakes the air and a few seconds later there’s a flash of lightning. The room fills with the intense sweet scent of rain on dry earth.
I look around, filled with sudden despair. Where is he? What if this is it? What if last night’s wild events are the only time that I’ll ever be with Jesse? It’s only when I think it’s over that I realise how much it meant. I shake my head. I’ll go downstairs and wait in the foyer. Lunch will be served soon, and he won’t miss that.
I turn, and it’s only then that I notice the steam coming from the bathroom door that’s slightly ajar.
“Jesse?” I call but it’s drowned out by another crash and rumble of thunder. The lightning follows quickly after, so the storm must be overhead. I push the door open and promptly lose the power of speech. All I can do is stare.
The French doors onto the balcony are open, letting in the scent of the storm which mingles with the green tea aroma from the bath. The wind blows the gauzy curtains back and rain patters onto the balcony, encroaching into the room and dampening the tiles. The huge copper freestanding bath glows in the strange storm light but no more than the man inside it.
He’s on his front, his arms holding onto the edges as he stares out of the window. All I can see are his wide shoulders and the sleek muscled planes of his back leading down to the globes of his arse which are just above the waterline. All that sleek olive skin glows in the light, so for a second my fanciful mind passes me visions of the way the gods used to come down to Earth to tempt mankind.
He turns to look at me, and I dismiss the notion. No god ever used that cross expression to tempt someone.
“Here you are,” he says almost casually. “I wondered when you’d turn up.”
I lean back against the sink and cross my arms over my chest, trying to conceal the fact that they’re shaking slightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
He shakes his head, the ends of his hair spraying water over high cheekbones that have become flushed. “And yet here I am.”
“Well, I never thought you’d be in the suite.”
“Why?” He laughs. “Oh, because you binned me in here this morning.”
“What a terrible expression. And I never binned you. I just said it was a mistake that couldn’t happen again.”
My words trail off, and he shakes his head again. “Like I said. Binned.”
I’m trying valiantly to pay attention to his words but all I can see are those tight arse cheeks, and my head is filled with the sounds of the sex last night and the way he felt when I pushed into him. It was sex unlike anything I’ve had before. A connection that I’ve never shared with another person.
I realise that he’s watching me with a sardonic expression, and I open my mouth, but he shakes his head.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Zebedee.”
“Do not call me that,” I say faintly, but he talks over me.
“You are going to take all your clothes off, and then you’re going to grab the lube and condom from where I placed them earlier, and then you’re going to fuck me in the bath. After that, we’re going to bed where I’ll probably fuck you. Next, we’ll order some proper food from room service, and then maybe we’ll fit another round in.” He looks me up and down challengingly. “If you’ve got another one in you when I’ve finished with you.”
I actually don’t know what to say. My cock unfortunately knows who its boss is, because it stiffens immediately. I find my voice. “But what happened to me hurting you and you storming off?”
He shifts position and turns around, leaning his elbows back on the bath so his body is a glorious golden arch. His prick is hard and visibly throbbing.
He raises one wicked eyebrow. “I decided I wasn’t ready to stop having sex with you.” I blink, and he gives an evil sort of smile, and I just know that this is Jesse unleashed. “I figured we’ve done it once, so why not be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Whatever that means.”
He frowns for a second as he thinks about the idiom, and I want to get down on my knees and thank someone because there’s my Jesse peeking out at me.
Then he shutters his expression. “Time’s a-wastin’, Zebedee. Strip and get over here and fuck me before I find someone else to do it.”
“I know you think you’ve won,” I say darkly, starting to take my clothes off despite my brain trying to shout a deterrent.
He shrugs, his eyes running over me like a brand. “You’re about to be naked. I think that’s done it.”
I feel ridiculously flattered as I look down at my body. Last night we’d tumbled around the bed under the sheets, but he’d seemed to spend the night surgically attached to me. This is different, and it feels like being under a spotlight. However, when I look at him, I can see the way his pupils have expanded and his breathing has picked up, and I take heart from it.
The thunder crashes and the room is filled with the sound of the rain as I strip the last of my clothes off, throwing them to the floor in a careless abandon that’s never been me. I grab the condom and the lube, noticing with a corner of my mind that it’s waterproof, and step into the bath. The water comes up to my shins and the scent of green tea is rich on the air. The wind blows through cold on my skin, and I shiver slightly, watching him as he lies back against the glowing copper of the bath. It makes his skin shine like he’s an otherworldly being.
I look at his face as he stares at my cock and hide a smile. He’s firmly of the earth, my Jesse. Lusty and so real. I still for a second. My Jesse? Where the fuck did that come from? Then he slowly sits up and rolls over onto his front and scatters my thoughts.
“Do get on with it,” he says in a bored voice that’s slightly ruined by the hoarseness he can’t conceal.
I swallow hard at the sight of the taut globes of his arse glistening with water. “Stop issuing orders,” I say thickly. He wriggles his arse and I give in to temptation and slap the cheeks. He stiffens as if outraged and shoots me a fiery glance back.
“Fuck off,” he mutters.
“I don’t think you want that,” I whisper. Setting the condom and lube on the side of the bath, I kneel down behind him and fold myself over him, not even attempting to conceal my groan as I feel his buttocks cradling the weight of my cock. I look down, grabbing his hips, and push my cock up and down through the clench of his cheeks a few times. It looks so dirty and hot, a visual I know I’m going to store in my head forever.
He gives a low wild moan and pushes back against me so for a second my bare cock catches on his hole. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as the sensitive skin of the head pushes into the wrinkled skin and nudges him.
He throws his head back, his knuckles whitening on his grip of the side of the bath. “Yes,” he gasps. “Fuck me.”
“Not like this,” I say, hearing the hoarseness in my voice. “You’re not ready yet, love.” He stills for a second, but I don’t give him chance to think. Instead, I lean down and, parting the cheeks of his arse, I snuggle my tongue in behind his balls. Pushing against the sensitive skin there, I listen to his loud shout with satisfaction before licking up along his taint until I come to his hole.
I trace my tongue over the wrinkled opening, feeling a tiny flutter there and noting that he’s starting to pant. Using my hands, I push his cheeks apart and blow cool air across his opening. It clenches and I chuckle, feeling it deep in my stomach, before leaning in and starting to suckle the little hole.
He cries out and pushes his bum demandingly towards me, and I go to town on him, exchanging long licks of my tongue with sucking, biting kisses and then pushing my tongue inside him as the hole slackens.
“Ungh,” he shouts, and I inhale greedily, taking the smell of him into me. It’s Jesse at his basest – clean skin and a dark scent that makes my mouth water and my cock throb almost painfully.
He lowers one of his hands and I reach round and slap his wandering hand. “That’s mine,” I say hoarsely, looking up. “You don’t touch yourself. It’s my job.” I return alm
ost frantically to fucking my tongue inside him, listening to his cries and sending my hand down to encircle his cock. It’s hard and wet and he shuttles through my fist with a desperate gasp. His movements get more frantic until I realise almost too late that he’s about to come.
“No, you don’t,” I gasp, reaching down and grabbing his balls and pulling them gently. He subsides against the bath, his head down, panting. And suddenly I need to see him.
“Out,” I bark. “I need to fuck you.”
We tumble out of the bath and, pausing only to throw a bath sheet onto the tiled floor near the window, I take him down onto it, rolling him onto his back and coming down over him. He makes a move as if to roll over and I shake my head. I’m shivering as if I have a fever. “Need to see you,” I gasp.
He stills, his chest rising and falling as he drags in air. “Why?” he gasps.
I shake my head. How can he not see what he does to me? “Jesse,” I say hoarsely. “It’s you.”
“A mistake.” The bitterness is obvious, and I blanch.
“No,” I say fiercely. “The mistake was mine.”
“I don’t want to talk,” he says petulantly. “I just need fucking.”
I stare down at him and know I’m onto a loser at the moment. “I’ll do that,” I say, holding his face gently so he’s forced to look at me. His eyes are dark and almost lost. “But we’re talking after that,” I say softly. “I’m so lost in you, Jesse.”
He stares inscrutably back at me for a long second and I wonder what he’s thinking. I still. When did this become so important to me? The thought vanishes into vapour as he reaches one long arm up and knocks the condom and lube onto the floor by the side of me.
Movement catches my attention, and I turn my head and still when I see that we’re lying in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. He catches my gaze and looks beyond me before smiling wickedly. “Hot,” he says and, grabbing my head, he pulls me forward and kisses me, and I lose my mind.
I don’t think anyone would do differently. My arms are full of his hot slippery body, and I kiss him wildly, eating at his mouth with choked gasps and twining my hands in the soft dampness of his hair almost as if I want to be absorbed into him. I rut against him, sending my cock over the sharp groove of his iliac muscle and feeling his cock rubbing against me, leaving a trail of wetness.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my balls draw up and I pull back, clenching the base of my cock tight to stop myself from coming. He stares at me in the dim storm light before opening his legs wide so I can see him. I grasp his knee and look to my side, seeing us in the mirror’s reflection. I almost don’t recognise myself. My hair is wild and my expression wrecked. I’m flushed and lust-struck, staring down at him sprawled in erotic abandon, his legs open and his arms flung wide.
I grab the bottle of lube and pour a stream onto my fingers, rubbing to warm it before placing one finger at his entrance. I’m still staring at the mirror as my reflection slowly inserts it into him and he throws his head back, his face flushed and his eyes dark.
He grabs my hand as I go to insert another finger and shakes his head. “I don’t need any more,” he pants.
“Sweetheart, I’m not hurting you.”
Again the endearment. But I don’t think he even hears it. “I don’t need it,” he says again. “I like the burn.” He shakes his head violently. “Please, Zeb. Don’t look at me.”
He throws his hand over his face as if to hide, and I pull it back gently before reaching down and kissing him. I suck on that full lower lip before pulling back. “You think that I’m so controlled?” I say hoarsely. “You think I have the power?” He stares at me, and I shake my head. “You have the power, Jesse. You always have.”
Something alters in his face, but instead of saying anything, he lifts his legs and pulls his knees up, holding himself open for me.
“Shit, that’s so hot,” I breathe and reaching out, I grab the condom. I fumble with it as he watches me with dark eyes.
When it’s finally on, I lower myself over him, positioning my dick against the small hole. I open my mouth to ask again, and he shakes his head crossly, so instead I push in. It’s hard going, as he’s still tight, so I go gently, pausing often, but I’m relieved to see the pleasure in his face, the almost blind look in his eyes as he focuses inward on the feel of my cock in him.
Finally, I bottom out and I groan helplessly at the feel of that tight sheath milking my prick. For a wild moment I wonder what it would be like to be bare in him, to feel him burn me from the inside and to spill in there feeling it hot around my cock. I moan at the thought, and he lowers his legs to twine them around my hips as I start to thrust.
I piston into him, slowly at first, alternating deep thrusts with shallow ones, hearing his groans in my ear as I watch our reflection in the tarnished depths of the mirror. It’s like we’re one body joined as we grunt and heave together. I watch his arms and legs band around me and the blind joy in my expression.
I’m broader than him and I look almost protective as I hover over him, forcing my cock into him. My tanned skin shines in the low light, darker against the olive tones of his. His dark hair gleams in the light as he throws his head back and moans long and low. His mouth is open and his eyes clenched shut. I stare again at that reflection as my hips sling back and forth. We look beautiful together, I have time to think.
Then the pleasure seizes me in its grip like the storm overhead, and I start to thrust deep and hard, grunting each time I bottom out. He cries out, lowering his hand to grab his cock as he writhes under me, the thunder crashing overhead. I can feel the spray of the rain from the open balcony doors cold on my hot skin and the ticklish sensation as the gauzy curtains blow over our bodies.
Then the lightning flashes, lighting the room, and he screams and arches up. I lower my head to watch come shoot from his cock, jerking in creamy spasms over the taut skin of his abdomen and chest. My balls draw up, and I gasp before feeling the come shoot out of me hot inside the condom as I batter into him, riding out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, inside the tight clench of his body.
I don’t know where I go, but when I come to properly we’re lying on the bed, our bodies still wet and the sheets damp beneath us. The storm has moved away, and there’s just the gentle patter of the rain on the balcony outside. I look down and smile at Jesse. He’s curled into my side, his head resting on my chest and his arm and leg flung over me almost as if he doesn’t want to let go. The thought warms my chest.
His eyes are closed, showing off how ridiculously long his lashes are. Like black feathers. As I watch him, his eyes open and I find myself speared by the chocolate-coloured depths. For a long second, we study each other. All the fire he greeted me with has gone now and in its place is what seems to be confusion.
I’m instantly seized with the fierce desire to ease him. I think it’s always been there, to be honest. It’s in the way I took him off the jobs with younger men and made him dig gardens for old people, the way I’ve always watched out for him and tried to smooth his way. A bit like an aging Walter Raleigh, I think wryly. Trying to spread my cloak on the ground so he doesn’t get soaked by life’s problems.
“Alright?” I ask quietly.
He nods solemnly, his eyes fixed on mine.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, suddenly seized with this huge curiosity about how he thinks and feels. It’s at this point that I should back away, because that’s always been my launchpad in the past to becoming fascinated by someone. I wait for the panic to hit that I’m feeling it towards this beautiful boy, but for some reason it doesn’t come.
“I’m thinking I like this,” he finally says, and my heart clenches at the courage it must have taken to say that when I’d treated him so badly this morning.
I dive straight into speech. “I like it too.” His eyes widen in surprise for a split second before he conceals his gaze, his lashes swooping down to cover that bright gaze. “Oi,” I say quietly an
d he looks at me again. “I am so sorry about today,” I say firmly. He opens his mouth, and I shake my head. “Please let me say it.” He nods, and I take a deep breath. “I never should have reacted like that. It was horrible, and I was unkind because I panicked. And that was because I am older than you, Jess. You deserve a lot more than some middle-aged bloke who’s too scared to try.” I look at him as he watches me from his spot on my chest. “But I’m not too scared now,” I say softly, and he jerks slightly.
“What?”
I huff. “I think you might have noticed that I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I grab his hand, examining the long slender fingers and bitten nails, and, seized with a stupid tenderness, I bring it to my lips and press a kiss into the palm. He folds his fingers over it reflexively, as if holding the kiss, and stares at me, still silent as I speak.
“I’ve had all day to think about this, and I don’t want to keep my hands off you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, Jess. I don’t know where it’s going, but I know I don’t want to stop now. I want to–” I hesitate. “We’re going back tomorrow, and I want to see you again. Not just for sex,” I say quickly as he stares at me, his eyes as bright as a penny. “I want to get to know you.”
“Are you saying you want to go out with me?”
I feel my cheeks flush. “What a terrible expression. No, I’m not doing that.”
“Would you rather pay your addresses to my father and arrange to court me? I’ll make sure my mum’s got a good book for when she’s sitting in the same room chaperoning us.”
“You’re hilarious,” I try to say and then just give up and laugh. Sometimes it’s easier to cut out the middleman and head straight to Jesse Land. And it’s such a relief to hear his humour again after what I did.
I sober. “I can’t promise forever like those books you read,” I say softly. “I mean–”