(pt. 7)
Chuck and I spent the next hour or so chatting it up over our wonderful candlelit dinner, which ended with a dessert of fresh strawberries soaked in cream. I was more than a little giddy from the wine, as my limbs were loose, and every other sentence that came out of my mouth was peppered with laughter. There was a point where I just looked down at the table, not saying anything, and Chuck spoke up.
“I love it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“You kind of…I dunno…zone out. Like your mind is drifting off onto another plane. It’s adorable.”
“Oh, God, I’m embarrassed,” I said, laughing nervously.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” I said, shaking my head and hiding my face in my hands.
“Come here,” he said. I walked around to his side of the table and he slid his chair out, nodding for me to sit in his lap. I did just that, settling down snuggly against a bulge that I could feel beginning to get hard. We were face to face, and he began to speak again. “I have been thinking about you every second since we last saw each other on Saturday night. Last night, when I was lying in that big bed back there, I could still feel you. Your skin. Your hair. I could still smell you. Taste you.” He leaned in and gave me a slow tongue kiss, caressing the back of my head.
When we came up for air, I said, “Well here’s the real thing. Right here in your face. Does it match up to the memory?”
“Oh, yes. It more than matches up.” We kissed again, and I could feel Chuck’s cock jump underneath my ass. I began to slowly grind on his lap, reveling in the power and control that I had over him in the chair, and at knowledge that he was lost in my sweet little dose of torture.
“You like that?” I asked, feeling his warm breath in my face.
“Mmm hmm…” he said. He was smiling and his eyes were closed, and before long I could tell that he was sporting a full boner. I slowly raised up and stood next to him, looking down at the front of his shorts, which were fully tented.
“What are you gonna do with that thing?” I asked facetiously.
“You’re about to find out.” Chuck stood quickly and scooped me over his shoulder, making my already woozy head spin even more. I laughed as he carried me towards the back of the apartment and into his bedroom, which was lit only by a small lamp on his nightstand. He let go of me and I plopped down onto his unmade bed. Lying on my back, I swept my arms back and forth over the bed, relishing the coolness of the sheets on my skin. Chuck took his shirt off with one quick motion, and by the time he had moved to take off his shorts, I was already making quick work removing my clothes.
We were naked in an instant, and both of our hard-ons were at full mast. Chuck lowered himself onto his bed and on top of me, quickly pinning my hands over my head. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he averted it. I caught on to his game immediately. He was teasing me. He wasn’t going to let me have it that easily. He wanted me to work for it. I went to kiss him again, and he ducked the other way. I groaned in protest, and he put a finger over my mouth, all the while still holding my hands together with his one hand.
“You want it?” he asked breathily.
“Yes…”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Please, Chuck. I want it. I…I…want…you…”
“You want it this much…?” he said, giving me a big, wet kiss in which his tongue bathed my mouth, lips and chin. “Or this much…?” He then began to lick and suck the side of my neck, and I shivered at the pleasurable shockwaves it sent throughout my entire body.
My thoughts raced as Chuck moved to kneel in front of me on the bed. For a moment I wondered what he was going to do, and I soon found out. Before I knew it I was on my stomach and Chuck was raising the entire lower half of my body so that I was upside down with my ass in his face, and his stiff cock in mine. With my legs tightly wrapped around his neck, I balanced myself with my hands. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock in my face, and without hesitation I went in to swallow it, missing it on the first try. I went at it again, flicking my tongue so that I would be sure not to miss it this time. It slid in with ease and touched the back of my throat, and I fought the urge to gag by moving my head back and forth on the massive member, saturating it with my spit. Chuck groaned loudly, and I could feel his body quivering as he fought to keep a grip on me. I felt his tongue beginning to bath my open asshole, and emitted a moan that was muffled by his cock, which seemed to be growing in spite of the fact that it was already fully erect.
Chuck lapped my asshole the way a dog would its water bowl, emitting guttural sounds of lust that I had not heard from him before. Simultaneously, we went at each other with manic force, his bed squeaking in delight underneath our effort. I knew that he had to have me, and I wanted him to have me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. It had been a little more than 48 hours since he took me behind the restaurant, and 48 hours was too long. As if he was reading my mind, Chuck eased me down so that I was lying on my back again, this time with my head at the foot of the bed. He crawled over me and situated himself on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Lick my hand,” he commanded. He placed his palm on my mouth and I ran my tongue over it, saturating it with my saliva. He then licked the same palm, mixing my spit with his, and reached down between our bodies to coat his dick with it. I closed my eyes and exhaled, bracing for what was to come next.
Chuck entered me with one quick thrust, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I grabbed his back and pinched the flesh to steady myself, but could not get a good grip because he was already pounding me into the firmness of his mattress, fucking me with a force so hard that we both began to slide off the end of the bed. “Oh, Ch--Chuck…ohh!” I cried. His eyes and mouth were clamped tight as he worked me over, not even realizing that we were half off the edge of the bed.
I clinched my ass in an effort to slow him down, and he opened his eyes and uttered, “Don’t…close…up…let me…in…Sammy…”
He must’ve realized we were hanging off the edge of the bed, because he quickly pulled me up and moved me to the top of the bed. I settled my head into his soft pillows and relaxed, waiting with my legs wide open for him to re-enter me. He teased my asshole a bit, causing it to involuntarily pucker.
“Is that my dick?” I asked.
“Yes, Sam. It’s your dick. All yours.”
“I don’t believe you,” I said, throwing his own line back at him.
“No?” he asked.
I shook my head, and he bent down and said, “You asked for it.”
Before I blinked twice he had shoved his cock deep inside me again, and this time I couldn’t suppress the scream. Chuck grabbed on to the head post and went to work, pounding me so hard that I felt as though I would lose consciousness. My head was spinning around in a web of love and lust. I could feel a film of sweat starting to form on his skin, and I licked it, savoring the taste it left in my mouth. I couldn’t think straight, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to be one with him, and him to be one with me.
I grabbed his hair and made him look at me.
“Tell me you love me,” I said.
“I…l-love…you…” he whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“And I love you, Charles. I want you to cum inside of me.”
Chuck let out a loud groan, as if my words had touched him somewhere deep inside. I wanted us to cum together, but knew that it would be next to impossible if it wasn’t timed just right. I gripped his plump ass and squeezed it as he fucked me, knowing that it would help to get him off even faster. I could feel my own orgasm rising, so intense that I could almost feel it all the way down to my feet. Chuck was going at it like a veritable battering ram, and I knew that if he didn’t cum soon then I certainly would.
Just then he whispered in my ear, “You want me…to…blow inside of you?”
“Yeah!” I screamed. “Fuck me! Come on!” I wasn’t even stroking my cock, and I didn’t need to. I knew that it would spit at any given second, whether or not I was jerking it. Chuck embraced me closely and quickened his movements. His breath was coming hard and fast in my ear, and I knew that this was it. I close my eyes and arched my back as the orgasm surged through my groin and up the shaft of my cock, shooting out between our bodies and onto my stomach. Just then Chuck’s movements slowed, and his wispy breaths became shaky grunts. He called my name just as I felt the first surge of his cum shoot up into my rectum in a warm surge. I grabbed his ass and pressed him deeper into me, which prompted my own second explosion. “Y-yeah!” I cried, feeling the slickness of my cum saturate my mid-section and his. I gripped him tight and buried my face in his shoulder as his second load shot out and warmed my insides.
I grabbed my dick to jerk out the last load, and Chuck thrusted one last shot of his jizz into me before we both collapsed in a heap of tangled sheets. He was still on top of me, and inside of me, and I wished that it could be just like this forever. The two of us caught our breath in the silence of his room, no longer drunk on wine, but on each other.