by M. C. Adams
I look up at the chandelier as I scream out his name, and Hunter grinds and pushes more furiously than ever, holding me in place so that I can’t escape him and lose my orgasm at the last minute. And it works. I come hard, deep inside him. I come and I come and I come, and my body spasms and jumps and whimpers. Every time I think I’m done, that I’ve had my last spasm, I spasm some more, and some more, and by the end, Hunter is looking back over his shoulder, a huge, happy smile on his face.
‘Wow,’ he says. ‘You’re a fucking firecracker. Your body is just wired to come.’
My cheeks are already hot, but they flush even more. ‘I… I never knew I was like this… I always thought I wasn’t that fussed about sex.’
‘Oh,’ Hunter laughs, ‘you’re fussed. I never met anyone so desperate to come in all my life. Your body is just screaming for an orgasm every time I touch you.’
‘Must be because of you,’ I say, still shuddering slightly.
I feel so dreamy now, like I’m floating. I could lie like this for a long time…
But I don’t, because there’s something else I want to do.
I sit up, and lift my shirt off my head. ‘Uh oh,’ I say. ‘I’m all naked. You’re going to have to join me otherwise I’ll start to feel self-conscious.’
Hunter stands up, his grin wider than it’s ever been before, and he takes off his own white shirt. His body is incredible — so strong and soft at the same time. I haven’t had much opportunity to see the tattoos on his upper arm up close until now, either. They’re Japanese-style koi carps, swimming down his bicep toward his hand. So strong yet sensitive all at once. Just like Hunter.
‘They symbolise perseverance in adversity,’ Hunter tells me, catching me looking. ‘Known as the “warrior fish”.’
‘Get on this bed right now, warrior,’ I say. ‘It’s your turn.’
10
HUNTER
* * *
I leap onto the bed, growling and laughing, but honestly, I’m acting kind of goofy because I’m suddenly nervous.
Getting fucked by Klein just then — it was incredible. Like, totally fucking amazing.
I love how responsive his body is to my every touch. How vocal he is, how much feedback he gives me. He doesn’t even have to use words. He makes all these kick-ass noises, like groans and rumbles and sighs and screams: a secret code that lets me know when something is working, if I should speed up a little, or slow down.
Makes it so easy for me to get into it, without worrying that I’m doing something wrong. I can just let my animal side take over. A lick here. A suck there. A stroke there… and there.
But now that it’s my turn…
Well, I feel right out of my comfort zone. Seeing how easily Klein comes, how brilliant he is at surrendering to pleasure. I’ve… I’ve just always found it difficult. I’ve never even come with another person before. Not even if I’m touching myself while someone else is there. I have to be completely alone, completely focused — and normally, thinking of that one weird fantasy where I fuck someone in a mask. What’s wrong with me?
I lie next to Klein, gently shivering as I kiss him.
‘I thought you were a warm person,’ he says. ‘Are you cold?’
We get under the covers and his hands slide over me.
‘I’m… um…. actually, I’m a bit nervous,’ I admit quietly. ‘I’m more of a giver, you know? I’m not very good at receiving.’
‘Not very good at it? What do you mean? Are you going to punch me in the face while I’m doing it, or something?’
‘No.’ I shake my head. ‘I’ve never… I just don’t want you to feel bad if you don’t make me… because I’ve never… with another person.’
Klein’s eyes widen as he figures out what I’m talking about. ‘That’s okay. It’s not all about the orgasm anyway. It’s about the intimacy… right?’
‘I’ve just had a couple of guys get frustrated in the past because they couldn’t make me come.’
‘Believe me, I’m feeling far from frustrated right now. Let’s just… get to know each other. Get intimate. Okay? Making you come is not the goal. It’s jut one outcome of many. If it happens, it happens. The main thing is that you enjoy yourself.’
I nod. ‘I wish all blokes could be that understanding. Sometimes it feels like I’m failing a test. But I don’t want to fail, you know?’
‘You can’t fail this test. No such thing as failure.’
I run my finger down Klein’s arm. It’s funny seeing him at this sideways angle, as we lie on pillows looking into each other’s eyes. I’ve never seen him like this before.
‘I think I can’t come with anyone else because I’m too concerned about whether or not they’re having a good time,’ I tell him. ‘Plus, it takes so much focus for me to actually manage it. Even when I’m on my own.’
Klein strokes my hair. ‘That sounds kind of… exhausting. It seems like the more you have to focus, the harder it must be to just… let go.’
I laugh, a deep rumbling sound. ‘You’re right, maybe. I can’t believe that you’re telling me I need to let go. I can let go in every part of my life except that one…’
Klein’s hand travels down my spine now, his fingers sending sparks of feeling all the way down my back. ‘Do you think maybe it’s something to do with how you were brought up, maybe? Like, your sexuality was something you had to repress?
Instantly, I stiffen up, and look away. My breath catches at the back of my throat as I stare up at the ceiling. ‘So, are you my psychiatrist now, or what?’ I say. ‘I thought it didn’t matter whether or not I had an orgasm. Now it seems like you’re trying to therapize me into having an orgasm.’
‘Oh no, I’m sorry, I really wasn’t trying to do that. I just… I’m interested, that’s all. I think you’re so brave for being true to yourself from such an early age. For coming out to your father, even though he teased you for your sexuality. I admire you for it. I think you’re a warrior. Like those fish on your arm. I really do.’
I look back at Klein, arching a brow at him. ‘Yeah?’
‘Of course. Look at me. I denied my true sexuality for thirty-seven years. But I’m like a bottle of fizzy pop, all shaken up and ready to explode every time you touch me. I just wondered if maybe you have the opposite problem. Like, because you were true to yourself so early on, and made to feel bad for it… maybe there’s this part of your brain that keeps stopping you from losing control, because there might be consequences.’
I take a long, deep breath, and mentally count down from five to one.
I feel irrationally angry at Klein trying to figure me out like this, when I’ve just opened up to him. But the crazy thing is — maybe he’s right.
Maybe there’s this part of me that’s been governed by the fear of being judged my whole life. That’s scared that if I just own up to who I really am, then I’ll make myself vulnerable to all kinds of hurt. Like, allowing myself to kiss another man in public. To let my guard down in his presence.
It’s not just about being judged for my sexuality. It’s everything. Maybe that’s part of why I’ve always acted out, rebelled, put up barriers. I’ve always felt like I’ve had to defend myself, to fight for my existence.
‘I’m sorry,’ Klein says again. ‘I’m just trying to get to know you better, Hunter. This is all new to me, this sexuality stuff. I feel like I’ve just been going through the motions my whole life. I’m just waking up, being reborn. I’m learning so much. But that doesn’t mean I have to figure you out at the same time.’
I sniff. ‘Nah. It’s okay. I’m fine. Just got a little testy because I think you touched a nerve. Some of what you’re saying might be true. But that doesn’t change anything. I’m still not gonna come.’
‘That’s okay. I’m still going to make love to you. If you’ll let me.’
I look into Klein’s big, blue eyes, as bright and sparkling as two sapphires, and I say: ‘I’d like that.’
‘Good,’ Klein replies.
‘Because honestly, that was the best sex of my life. And I don’t want it to be over yet.’
He shifts down, moves the cover back slightly, so that he can look at my entire naked body. In a moment, his eyes fix on my still hard cock, nestled in between my legs.
‘You’re so big’ he marvels.
‘Thank you.’
‘It’s really something.’
He strokes my manhood like he’s never seen another dick before. I guess mine is the first aside from his own that he’s ever touched like this before. Makes me feel kind of special, to be such a unique experience for him.
‘Your tip is darker than mine,’ he says. ‘And bigger. I want to touch it.’
‘Be my guest,’ I laugh.
He wriggles down the bed, kissing my body as he does so, pushing his lips to my chest, my nipple, my abs. Then, he grabs my arse and then presses his lips up to my thigh, giving me a series of kisses that make my body tremble with anticipation. I’m almost afraid to let myself enjoy this, in case he sees how much I want him.
It’s been so long since I let someone touch me like this. I haven’t let anyone do this to me for over a year. I’ve been with the odd guy, but I haven’t trusted him enough to return the favour. Now, it’s like my head is resisting it, but the rest of me is begging for more.
Klein’s lips brush against my cock, and his eyes flick up towards me.
‘I’m getting so horny again just doing this to you,’ he whispers. ‘I’m going to have to fuck you again after you’ve fucked me.’
I smile. ‘A never-ending cycle of pleasure. I like it.’
He takes my dick slightly into his mouth now, flicking his tongue back and forth over it experimentally, kissing me and nipping me while his free hand fondles my buttocks.
I close my eyes and try to stay in the present.
It’s okay, Hunter. Just let yourself enjoy it. You’re allowed to want this. You’re allowed to love it.
‘Fuck,’ gasps Klein, his eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at me. ‘I love your willy.’
I laugh at the fact that only Klein could use a word like ‘willy’ at a moment like this. And with that laughter, some of my tension drains away.
Klein’s teeth make an appearance now, sinking gently into the soft skin of my leg.
‘Mmm,’ he moans, his mouth full of my flesh.
‘You can bite me even harder if you like,’ I say, feeling a little bolder.
Klein does exactly as I say, taking even more of me into his mouth and biting down, his fingertips digging into my butt at the same time.
I moan in pleasure, and Klein moans too. That’s good. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am. For once, I’m not having to worry about whether the other person is enjoying themselves. Klein is so vocal, so present, that I know exactly how he’s feeling.
‘Oh yeah,’ he moans. ‘You taste so good, Hunter. And you’re so fucking hard.’ He wriggles back up the bed, and our lips meet as he takes hold of my dick with his hands, gently rubbing.
‘You do that to me,’ I murmur into his ear, biting down on his earlobe. ‘You make me so hard it hurts.’
He bites my shoulder now, and then pushes me down onto my back. He’s starting to be rougher now, shoving and scratching and biting, claiming me like a wild animal, and it’s amazing. I thought maybe he’d only be able to let go when he was receiving, but he seems to enjoy giving just as much, maybe even more.
His fingers splay out and press down lightly on my stomach, and then trail down all the way to my pubic mound, and then his lips kiss my stomach, and give me a big, hungry lick. He looks up at me as he trails his tongue down to meet his hand, then he wriggles a little further down the bed, his head looking up at me between my legs.
‘You’re perfect, Hunter,’ he says.
He leans into me and inhales deeply.
‘White jasmine and sex,’ he says. ‘You’re an angel.’
Well, nobody’s ever called me that before, but I’ll take it.
I grab hold of his head and push it down between my thighs, desperate for him to touch me again with his mouth.
I’m fully into this now, hard and greedy for his lips. I know I should be patient, let him take his time with me, but I don’t care. I push my cock up to his face, and grind its tip against his mouth.
‘Mmm,’ he moans, his voice muffled by my cock. ‘Yeah.’
I feel his tongue licking up and down my shaft, lapping at me like I’m water in the desert. He drinks and licks, and moans in delight, so happy to taste me. Then those pretty lips swallow me up.
Fuck. Maybe I really could come with this man…
Of course, thinking about how I might come pulls me out of the moment, makes me fee like there’s no way I’ll manage to come now, but never mind. Like Klein said, the only thing that matters is that I enjoy it. And I’m really fucking enjoying it.
Klein’s hands move under my arse, a butt cheek in each hand, and he grabs onto me, swallowing me, like he’s holding a bottle of water up to his lips and drinking every last mouthful. He teases me in a little further now, and then, I feel his fingers moving gently into my arse.
Feeling him push a finger into me like that is a sudden surprise — I really hadn’t expected Klein to be this forward, this giving and free with me. It sends a thrill of excitement up and down my body, and a sharp gasp from my lips.
‘Oh fuck,’ I say. It feels fucking incredible. I let out another gasp, and then a moan, deep and low and rumbling, like an engine revving, and Klein moans even louder too.
I feel his fingers now, pushing inside me deeper — first one, then another, sliding all the way in, coating themselves in my insides.
I grind my ass down into the sheets, feeling myself getting worked up into a frenzy, barely in control of my own body.
‘Fuck!’ I cry out. ‘Fuck! I’m… This is… I’m…’
Klein finger-fucks me faster, and his mouth sucks my cock so hard I feel like maybe he’ll leave a bruise, but it feels un-fucking-believable. I’ve never been rough-handled quite like this, and I feel as though somehow Klein has just sensed this is exactly how I want it.
He pulls his hand out of my mouth now, both of his hands taking a buttock each, and he digs his fingernails into my soft mounds of flesh, still focusing everything his mouth has to give on my cock. The feeling of his nails on my flesh and his teeth on my dick is almost too much to bear.
‘Let me look at you,’ I pant. ‘Let me fucking look at you.’
Klein pauses a moment, glancing up at me, and then in one swift movement, he slides up the length of my body, his chest pressing down on mine, and he’s moved so that my cock is pushing gently against the entrance to his body, that soft, warm place between his buttocks.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ I say, my teeth chattering. He eases himself down onto my so that I gently push that virgin ass open with my dick, his eyes narrow for a second in pure, unadulterated pleasure. I can feel the muscles popping in my neck, as I feel him slowly open up for me.
‘You look like you’re enjoying yourself,’ he whispers.
‘I’m… I’m…’
The longer that I look at him, the more he slips over me, the more aroused I become. And I’m really, really, looking at him. Like, I’m not looking at a mask. I’m looking at him.
I begin to buck my hips wildly, this way and that, like an untameable beast, but Klein rides with me, his ass finger never leaving my cock, much as my spasming muscles try to push him away.
I suddenly realise that this is inescapable.
My body is going to come, no matter how much my brain tries to rebel.
I’m just too damn turned on not to come right now.
I stop fighting, my body becoming completely still, totally rigid, and then as I thrust further into him, deeper into my lover… it just melts…
My face turns to liquid. My legs turn to liquid. My cock turns to liquid.
I barely make a sound, but I feel the seed gushing out of me as my ent
ire being begins to glow.
It’s like I’ve just arrived in heaven. I’m being bathed in a white, healing light. I can feel it washing over ever part of me, and it feels so fucking good I almost want to cry.
But I don’t cry. Instead, I begin to laugh. I laugh, and I laugh, and I pull Klein towards me and I kiss him, and then I laugh some more, and then I kiss him some more.
11
KLEIN
* * *
Doesn’t matter how amazing your holiday was, it’s always good to come home at the end of it.
And our holiday was spectacular. Sightseeing, eating, dancing, and fucking. Lots of fucking.
Turns out, after I’d managed to make Hunter come once, that was it — he was just like me. Like a can of fizzy pop, all shaken up, ready to explode as soon as the pressure was released. We practised making each other come — and practised coming — over and over and over again. We barely slept, we were so intent on pleasuring each other.
Now, I’m bleary-eyed, but I’m throbbing with satisfaction. Literally.
Last night, our second night in Paris, some fireworks went off outside our hotel window. Hunter and I went over to the window and I watched the display as Hunter put his cock inside me from behind.
I swear, as the sky lit up with gold glitter, I came so hard I almost thought I was up there in the clouds too.
I could become addicted to that feeling. In fact, judging by how we can’t keep our hands off each other, I think maybe I’m addicted already.
I never knew that a man can have two types of orgasms. It’s so different when being fucked and fucking — like two halves of the same thing.
‘I can’t wait to take you in the swimming pool,’ Hunter whispers into my ear as I hold my key fob up to the gate entry system. ‘And in the kitchen. And in the hallway. And in your bed.’
‘And maybe the cinema again,’ I say. ‘Perhaps we could put on a film in the background while we do it? Something sexy like Stranger By The Lake.’
‘What’s that?’