I nodded, releasing a stuttered breath. “Yeah.”
Suddenly he slid on top of me, hair hanging down and brushing my cheeks. He lowered his face to mine, but stopped before his lips made contact. “Can you breathe now?”
I could feel everything, his sharp hipbones, firm chest muscles through his tee shirt, full, warm erection pressed against me, and something inside me snapped apart and broke free. It felt like eons of sexual frustration all centered on this man, and now he was in my arms, on top of me, his lips hovering over mine. My body took over, pure instinct grabbing the wheel from my ambivalent brain, and suddenly I was kissing him, fingers roughly gripping his head, pulling his mouth down hard against mine. He groaned when I delved my tongue in to meet his, and the sound set me off like a bomb.
I rolled us over on the mattress, pressing my weight down on him. “Kurt,” he gasped just before I attacked his mouth again. For an instant I wondered if him saying my name was a protest; if he was about to tell me to stop. I released his mouth, about to ask, when his thighs slid up my hips and he wrapped his legs around me, holding my face in both hands, then kissing me back furiously. Okay, guess we’re not stopping…
Having him beneath me, wrapped around me, kissing me while keeping me trapped between his thighs; the arousal and surprise of it made my stomach muscles tighten and ripple with small contractions. It felt both forbidden and blissfully right, something deep inside me whispering, finally. I’d wanted desperately to do this with Orion, and now I was doing it. Not because I was trying to put my best foot forward or please someone else or be someone else. This was all about me, my pleasure, my need, my selfish, crazy longing. I could not refuse myself this, I wanted it too damn much.
His mouth tasted perfect, the feel of it deliciously soft in contrast to the aggressive way his lips ravaged mine. Our slow, hard kisses fell into a rhythm, his eager tongue dizzying me. I gathered him tighter in my arms and a moan rumbled through him as his hips began bucking against me.
After that I was lost, in a state of abandon, giving in to my desire without thought or self-consciousness. My lips left his mouth to go on an exploratory mission, trailing along his jaw, over his neck, licking down to his collarbone as I tasted his salty skin. My hands moved frantically, touching him everywhere I could reach. Frustrated, I shoved his tee shirt up to his neck so I could get at more skin, licking, kissing, biting along the tender flesh below his underarm.
Orion breathed audibly hard, but allowed me to roam without interference. He didn’t try to speed things up or make suggestions, just lay there with eyes closed, wet lips slightly parted as he let me take whatever I wanted. I nibbled my way over and buried my nose into his sparse chest hair, moving on to suck his nipple until he whimpered and his hips lurched up off the mattress. Still I couldn’t stop exploring, biting down along his ribcage, while above, my thumb slipped into his mouth and felt his tongue. I wanted to experience everything at once, too overwhelmed with heady desire to linger in any one place.
My desperation was such that I feared I was being too aggressive, and half-expected him to tell me to stop, or at least ease up. But when I drew my thumb from his mouth, groaning at the suction as it popped out, he finally broke his silence, urging me on with barely discernable words breathed in gasps of pleasure. He moaned and he begged and whispered my name, and I became like a man possessed, tearing his shirt all the way off, smoothing my hands over his chest and stomach, kissing and nibbling my way down to his hips, then flipping him over and licking up his spine until I reached the top. Gripping handfuls of his hair, I turned his head this way and that to expose every part of his neck, needing to taste it all, and his whole body shuddered beneath me when I bit down.
I was like a beast of pure want, and the fact that he was a man, the first man I’d ever touched like this, didn’t even enter my mind. He was just Orion, and my desire for him had driven me mad. With all remaining threads of denial torn free and burned to ash, I could see clearly now, and knew I’d wanted him since the first moment I saw him in that dunk tank. Even then, while I was on a date with someone else, and couldn’t yet put what I was feeling into words, I wanted him. But now, after getting to know him, I cared for him, probably more than I should. But that caring transformed what was simple lust into something sharper and more intense, and I had the sense of falling and spinning into a place from which there’d be no coming back. But I let it happen, my heart and mind wide open as I devoured him like a starving man at a buffet.
“Oh, fuck,” he huffed as I sucked the back of his neck. His spine bowed, and he rubbed his ass against my erection, stiff and obvious beneath my cotton boxer shorts. “Kurt…”
“What do you want?” I whispered in his ear before biting it, one of my hands sliding beneath him and smoothing down his belly to the waistband of his pajama pants. “Anything you want, Orion. Anything.”
“Touch me,” he croaked. “Take my pants off, then stay on top like this and keep touching me until I come.”
I shoved his pajama pants down over his hips, exposing the curve of his ass, then settled back onto him. My hand slid beneath his body again, finding his stiff cock and gathering it in a firm grip.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “God, that’s it.” He lifted his hips off the mattress, grinding his ass into me and making me gasp. I stroked him best I could in this position, and was rewarded with a deep groan. I kept my boxer shorts on, because even in my crazed state, I felt that removing them should come only with Orion’s permission. Still, I repeatedly pushed my trapped cock against his bare ass while I jerked him off, unable to stop the movement, and he rolled his hips in a way that made my brain short circuit, the two of us rocking the bed together.
I had a moment of panic and almost stopped, thinking, what the hell am I doing? I felt like a wild animal, just devouring Orion in a frenzy, my face buried in the curls on the back of his head, drowning in his scent while I humped against him. The sounds he made drove me on, and I kept going, my boundaries splintering, then breaking altogether. As I stroked his cock, I whispered in his ear, telling him he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, telling him I wanted to eat him alive. A filthy diatribe left my lips in a stream of consciousness as I pumped my hips, urged on by his cries of pleasure, and eventually I was telling him I wanted to come on his ass.
“Say it again,” he said, voice hoarse and cracking. “Fuck. Say it again.”
“I wanna come on you.”
He groaned.
“Wanna come on your ass. You’re so fucking sexy, you little tease. I wanna paint you with my cum.”
Who is this person saying these things? Is it me?
“Do it,” Orion rasped breathlessly. “Pull your shorts down and come on my ass.”
I lifted myself up on one elbow, and tugged my boxers down so fast I ripped the threads on one side. When I settled my bare cock against the smooth globes of his ass, I saw stars. “Orion…oh damn…”
“Move. Touch me. Come on me. Make me come…”
His breathy commands sent a bolt of electricity through my cock and I wrapped my fist around him again, stroking him hard as I thrust my aching erection against his muscled ass over and over until I thought the pleasure would make me pass out. Then everything went white and I was howling like a bear as I exploded. The orgasm seemed to come from my feet and then ignited through me in a hot blast that left me wondering if maybe I’d died, as I felt untethered from whatever usually held me to my body.