by J. P. James
As if sensing the change in the direction of my thoughts, Neil slips his arms around me and pulls me even closer.
“Everything’s going to be fine, handsome. Just relax.”
He pulls me after him, and halfway up a set of steep stairs, Neil stops and turns to me. “Tonight, and for as long as you like, you are here with me. Perfectly safe. All I want to do is make you feel secure and protected. Nothing will get to you here. Absolutely nothing.” He strokes my cheek, letting his hand graze over my square jaw. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Neil. I do. And you make me feel so safe. The safest I’ve ever been, in fact. Thank you.”
He grins, making my heart go weak.
“There’s nothing to thank me for. As long as you have peace of mind, so do I.”
Once in his bedroom suite, the billionaire puts my overnight bag in one of the two walk-in closets and tells me the closet is now mine. He shows me the bathroom, and the panic button discreetly hidden behind a book case.
“The guy I bought the place from was super paranoid about everything from the Russians invading to aliens attacking from Mars. The place is wired for every security measure available to man. I just never bothered to change any of it,” he says with a smile.
A sigh of relief leaves my lips. I’m in the Fort Knox of Manhattan, and feel so glad to be here.
“Wow, Neil. This is unbelievable.” I peek back into the bathroom and wonder how all of the fancy taps work. My face still feels sticky from all of that ridiculous crying, and now that the panic is gone, my bladder feels full enough to burst.
Neil smiles, squeezes my hand, and steps back. “Go make yourself comfortable, and come back out whenever you’re ready.” Apparently, he’s a mind reader too.
“Okay.” I slip into his super modern bathroom with its gleaming fixtures, wide mirrors, and expensive bath products. After splashing water on my face, I change into one of my favorite T-shirts and go back out into the suite to find him.
The fireplace in the center of the suite is on. It’s ultra-chic, the kind that looks like a showpiece itself. Encased in glass and with clear crystals instead of wood, the fireplace somehow gives off heat although it has to be fake. Thick rugs and pillows are scattered around it, and Neil is lying on one of the rugs, his back propped up against a thick pile of pillows. He’s changed from his suit into gray sweats and a plain black T-shirt. His feet are bare. Of course, the man looks relaxed and ridiculously sexy.
“Come sit with me,” he invites, holding out his hand.
I go to him like he’s always been my shelter, and my hand in his feels so natural and perfect. Sighing, I snuggle against him and enjoy his warm skin against mine, the soft material of his cashmere sweatpants against my bare legs, and the steady beat of his heart under my cheek.
As we watch the flames dancing in the fireplace, he runs his fingertips along my back and my arm, covering my skin with goosebumps. It feels incredible. It’s peaceful, and it’s perfect.
A moment later, he shifts my toned body to lie back against the pillows while standing up.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“You’ll see.” He leaves and comes back a moment later with a small glass bottle filled with some kind of golden liquid. Oil.
With gentle movements, he takes off my shirt and pants. I’m left in nothing but my boxers, and slowly, Neil discards those as well. His dark eyes burn into my skin, but it’s a sweet flame without the wild passion I’m used to from him.
Still, I’m naked now, and it’s impossible to miss the giant erection tenting the front of his sweats. He wants me; I know he does, and my own erection is already hard and stiff. But instead of making love to me, he turns me over onto my stomach and begins to rub the oil into my skin.
With slow and gentle movements, he massages my body from head to toe, caressing my scalp through my hair, rubbing my fingers and erasing every single bit of tension from them. My chest is treated with tender care, and he runs those firm hands up and down my arms.
I get turned on, though, my cock stiffening until it stands like a tentpole against my stomach. But even though my legs open up and it’s obvious that I’m aching for him, he ignores my hard pole and keeps massaging my body until I’m boneless on the rug.
My eyes drift shut. My breath is even and deep. Danger feels very, very far away. The CD ends, and suddenly starts from the beginning again.
“What are we listening to?” I ask in a blissful voice.
There’s a slight pause, and for a moment I think he’s not going to answer me. Then he speaks. “It’s After Hours with Miss D, my father’s favorite album.”
I look at him in surprise. The music is mellow and beautiful. The woman’s voice is smoky and sensuous, and nothing like the music I immediately picture an older version of Neil listening to. These are love songs. Music about the highs and lows of love and loss and life. Music about the blues.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathe softly. “I’ve never heard it before.”
Neil wipes his hands on a cloth and sits close to me on the rug with his knees up and his arms loosely draped around them. “I haven’t listened to the album in a while. My father died a while ago, and I usually listen to this when I want to feel close to him, or just when I miss him.”
I cock my head.
“And why are you listening to him tonight?”
He pauses again like the answer is more important than any words he has available to use right now. “The songs you play on the piano remind me of him, Milo. They also remind me of how important love was in his life.” Neil blinks like he’s waking up from a vision of another time and place. “He died for love, you know?”
My hand reaches out and grasps his. His fingers grip mine tightly in return. “You don’t have to say more if you don’t want to,” I say. It’s obvious he’s hurting.
“I want to,” he replies with a slow and sweet smile. “I want to share my past with you. You do that to me, Milo.”
I bite my lip and nod. I’ll do whatever I can if it means I can help him heal whatever bad stuff he’s still carrying around from the past.
“Okay.” I lace my fingers with Neil’s, wanting him to feel how connected we are in this moment. “Then tell me. I’m interested in your story.”
With a heartbreaking smile, Neil lies back down next to me and gathers me in his arms. Softly, he begins to tell me about the father he lost to love. My soul swells and dips as he relates the tale, but it’s more than just that. It’s the fact that the billionaire trusts me as his confidant. I feel incredibly close to him even as my heart tumbles further into the depths of adoration.
15
Milo
Three Months Later.
Slowly, I open my eyes to another morning in bed next to Neil. He’s quite possibly the most perfect man on earth.
Light pours in through the curtains I left open by accident yesterday. But it’s a happy accident because I love waking up to the sun, even though it sometimes just feels too damn early.
Every day of these last three months with Neil — living in his penthouse, waking up in bed next to him, and sharing my life— has been so incredible that each morning can’t come soon enough. Endless days with him sound like heaven.
I sit up and groan softly as my ass aches, a reminder of the intense sex Neil and I had last night before falling into a deep sleep. Of course, it’s Friday morning, and I know he has to work, but I want to keep him in bed with me. But that’s selfish. Too selfish for a young man who’s only just entered his life.
But it’s so nice. My lover spends long days at the office, which honestly, I have very little clue about; I can’t begrudge him that. What I can do, though, is give him a little treat for being such a generous provider, an amazing lover, and an awesome protector this entire time we’ve been together. I’ve never been happier, and I hope he feels the same way.
A tingle runs through me at the thought of what I want to do.
Neil’s big, broad body spr
awls beside mine as he snores softly in the sunlight. His lips are slightly parted, their curve sensuous and masculine even while he sleeps.
A smile twitches my mouth as my body quivers from the memories of his delicious kisses and the intense love-making that came the night before. My man is a master with those lips of his, and I’m happy to be a slave to them.
My Neil. My man.
The pale sheets are draped low over his hips, hiding his cock and powerful thighs. I slip under the sheet, moving down low on his body to make a tent I can see under.
The sunlight easily penetrates the soft cotton sheets, and I let my eyes take in the wondrous sight. Even asleep, Neil’s cock is massive. It lies against his thigh, a thick nine inches. When he grows, his cock feels and looks almost twice that. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that such a giant club has been inside my ass and my mouth. But it has been, and I love it every time.
Smiling in anticipating, my dick beginning to harden, I lick the tip of his uncut cock, slipping my tongue into the foreskin to feel the smooth head. Immediately, he begins to jerk.
Hmmm. Good morning, handsome ...
Slowly, I suck him to full hardness. Between my legs, I get stiff and juice begins to drip from my cockhead. Above me, Neil groans as he wakes up completely. The sheet falls away, and I look up with his fat dick in my mouth to see his sleepy blue eyes open, his lips already parted from his pleasure.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he growls.
His fingers slip into my hair, lightly stroking me but not grabbing my head to guide the direction and power of my cock-sucking. He’s giving me the control I want, knowing that I’ll get him where he needs to be, and aware that after three months with this massive schlong in me every day, I know exactly what to do with it.
I basically worship his cock, and he loves that. Hell, he loves mine too, and spends hours adoring my shaft and back hole. We’re so dirty together, but in a way that makes me moan.
Meanwhile, the pole between my lips grows and grows so much that I can only get a few inches in my mouth. My saliva slicks him up, and I wetly fist the massive length of him that I can’t fit into my mouth.
It’s a lot. Even with only a few of his inches between my lips, I choke a little. Then I stifle my gag reflex and guide his monster down my throat, knowing he loves the feel of it on the smooth head of his cock. I’m so deliciously horny that I reach behind to touch myself. I slide eager fingers to my asshole, and lightly finger myself open while sucking his hearty man meat.
God, it feels incredible! His cock in my mouth, and my fingers in my ass – this is the perfect way to wake up.
“Uh, uh. None of that, pretty boy,” Neil says a second before he grabs my hand away from my twitching butt. With a tutting sound, he drags me up the bed. A breath later, I’m on all fours and he’s behind me, his cock hard and pressing like a mighty hammer against my ass. Between my cheeks.
“Oh!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. This is what you get for waking me up with a blowjob.” Suddenly, he seems incredibly huge. His fingers caress where mine were before, circling my hole and teasing the tiny pucker. Overcome by desire, I wriggle and moan. I want his big cock in me. And I want it now.
A whimper falls from my lips. “Neil...”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Slowly, he eases his fingers in and out of me, then replaces those elegant digits of his with his cock. The massive tip nudges my brownie, and my ass winks in anticipation of the stretch. I push back into him, hungry for him to take me.
“Not yet, my sweet boy. Not like this.”
Lightly, he slaps my ass and then reaches over into the bedside table. I watch the sexy stretch of his muscles as he grabs something out of a drawer. Lube. Oh good. He’s so huge that I’m grateful he’s remembered.
Gasping now, I squirm and wriggle some more, eager and absolutely desperate to get fucked by the sexiest man I’ve ever known. “Please, Neil,” I pant his name and reach up to squeeze my nipples in a desperate search for more stimulation. The bottle of lube pops open and then I feel Neil’s finger, slick with lube, in my ass.
“Oh my god!” It feels so wonderful. I gasp as he strokes my pleats lightly before working his way inside my tight back channel.
His other hand reaches around to fist my cock and I jerk involuntarily at the hot contact. “You’re going to like this, sweetheart,” he gasps, fucking my asshole steadily with his finger while simultaneously giving me a handjob. My dick’s dripping so much that there’s literally a wet spot on the sheets below us now.
Plus, Neil knows what he’s doing. I feel like he’s using a bigger finger every few minutes, the stretch getting more and more until the pain is hard to ignore. But the pleasure is intense and gratifying.
“Neil! Yes, just like that.” The lust in my belly pulls tight, and suddenly there’s nothing I want more than his cock in my ass, but he’s being so careful, so very careful to stretch and prepare me.
“Just a little more, baby. I need to get you ready just a little bit more before you can take my cock.”
It seems like forever while I’m sweating and begging him to fuck me, rocking on my hands and knees and hungry for more stimulation. It’s so wrong, what we’re doing. There’s a much older man with his finger in my ass, and I’m literally humping his hand with my butt, aching for more. But he doesn’t give me what I want until I’m about to burst.
Slowly, his lubed-up cock slides into my stretched hole, inch by inch. I moan, my head dropping forward as my eyes close. Neil stops momentarily.
“Is it too much?” he asks with concern. The billionaire’s panting and eager, but he holds himself still, obviously afraid to hurt me.
“No! Keep going!” I gasp and push back against him. “It feels so good. Please. Please...”
But he doesn’t allow me to rush him.
His lips press into the back of my neck. His fingers tug and squeeze my nipples. He lightly fists my cock again, making me shiver with moan hungrily once more.
Only when Neil’s good and ready does he really let loose and fuck me. Building momentum and strength until he’s grunting with his lust. The bed shakes and trembles as we rock into one another. The thick pressure of him in my ass is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
“Yes,” I moan throatily. “Oh god, you’re so big!”
And he doesn’t disappoint. He runs into my ass deep and hard and so damn good. I love it; I can’t get enough.
“You feel incredible, baby,” he grunts into the back of my neck. “You’re always so good the back way. Amazing and fresh, each and every time.”
Then he pulls back and slaps my ass. I flinch and then scream from the pain and the pleasure. He’s fucking my ass hard and deep as he spanks me with broad slaps of his big hand. It feels like he’s going to rip me in half, yet it’s addicting, this massive cock of his. I want more, as much as he can give me. He slaps my ass again and penetrates even deeper.
“Ah!” My back channel tightens hard around his thick cock. A scream erupts from my throat. This is so incredible.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “You’re doing good. We’re almost there.”
I feel his fingers on my cock, jerking it off even faster than before. Everything hits me at once. The immense pressure in my ass, the handsome man leaning over my back, and the hard fisting on my dick. That’s it. My body explodes like the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve in one as my dick erupts, coating his hand with sticky, sweet semen. Just as my orgasm rushes over me, I feel Neil spill too, gushing great jets of come into my back end. He comes and comes, his fingers digging into my hips and sending me over the edge all over again. There’s so much that his cum literally seeps out from around him and drips down my thighs, just like that time at the piano.
Exhausted and happy, I sag onto the bed.
“Oh, God! That was so good,” I moan into the sheets, barely able to move. “Honey, you spoil me so much,” I murmur, my voice scratchy from my org
asmic screams.
“No more than you spoil me, my songbird.” Vaguely, I feel his lips brush my ass cheeks. His come is still dripping out of my ass and in a swift movement, he leans forward and tongues my hole a bit. I jerk upright, turning around to stare at him.
“That’s so dirty,” is my throaty moan.
He grins, still drinking his own cum. “Nothing about you is dirty, sweetheart. And I like tasting myself this way.”
But then he’s off the bed and back moments later. Neil has a fresh pair of my boxers in his hands, and tenderly, he slides them up my legs and thighs and settles them on my hips. He kisses the small of my back, each shoulder blade, and then the back of my neck. His breath is hot against my ear.
“Keep these boxers on,” he growls. “Don’t clean my come out of you because I love knowing it’s dripping out of your ass.” His sharp teeth nip my earlobe, and although I’ve just orgasmed, I ache all over again. “I want to be at work knowing you have my semen in your ass all day. And when I get home from work, I want to stuff more inside you and then bend you over the bed and watch it drip out of your gorgeous, brown star of an asshole. I want to know that you’re completely mine.” He bites me again, a little harder this time.
“I am yours,” I say, shivering with pleasure. “Completely.”
But still, his words make me shiver delightfully. His semen in my ass all day? That sounds... well, that actually sounds kind of sexy. Definitely naughty. I have a meeting at the music school later on today, and I picture squirming in front of the professor with a load of my boyfriend’s come deep inside of me. My asshole clenches, and my heart pounds from the excitement of it.
“Yes, baby. I’ll do as you say. I’ll keep your sweet come in my ass as long as you want.” I roll over and meet his ravenous mouth in a kiss.
His dick twitches against my belly, and I’m oh-so-tempted to make him late for work. Sure enough, our lips join, and our hearts and bodies take us to the next level together.
