Almost Easy

by Amelia Oliver

  With a kiss to my chest, Nolan repositions himself. He’s watching with open fascination as he draws his spent cock out of my well-fucked asshole; before moving to sit in the chair he used for leverage, and removing the used condom. My body instantly mourns the loss of his heat, of his weight from on top of me, and I miss the feeling that he was anchoring me; not just to the table, but to him.

  Sitting up, using my elbows as support, I look at his face. He’s so fucking handsome he takes my breath away. Strong jaw, dusted with golden stubble, that I now know first-hand, feels incredible against my thighs, sack and ass. A defined brow, a few shades darker than his hair, and long black eyelashes that provide contrast to his ice blue eyes. A straight nose that perfectly suits his face, and a bottom lip that is slightly fleshier than the top, making it perfect for licking, nibbling and biting. My greedy cock twitches in agreement with my assessment, and wonders why the fuck we’re just looking at him, when we could be doing so much more.

  Somewhere the bell must have rung, because it’s time for round two.

  “Rupert?”

  I tune back in to Nolan saying my name, and I can’t keep the wolfish grin from my face. I have no idea what he just said to me, but I do know that his mouth should be used for something other than talking.

  “Shut up Nolan. Talk later. Fucking now.”

  With that I propel my body forward in to his, tackling him off the chair, the force pushing us both to the kitchen floor. My body settling over his possessively, I take his mouth with a barely restrained growl. The kiss goes wild, it’s all tongues and teeth, and with no room for breathing, it’s all consuming. I’m holding his jaw in my hand, allowing little movement of his head as I take what I want from the mouth that has been featuring in my wet dreams since I was fifteen.

  With a slight shift to one side, my free hand runs down his chest, between our hard muscled bodies, and firmly takes his cock into my hand. If Nolan’s face is beautiful, his fucking dick is a work of art. Equally proportioned, it’s long and thick, and it fills me in a way no other has. The veins are fat and their prominence makes me eager to run my tongue along them, flicking and pressing, making them fill to capacity, so his dick is harder than its ever been before.

  Tearing my mouth away from his, my new destination is locked in as I hear Nolan inhale sharply, taking much needed air into his lungs. Keeping my hand firmly around his dick but not moving, my nose and mouth lead the way down his body, towards my goal. I was right, his scent does get deeper as his body heats, and I am intoxicated by it.

  “I fucking knew it, I knew you’d smell like this. I can’t get enough, I may never get enough,” I tell him, mostly speaking into his skin, my mouth and tongue touching and tasting, making my words garbled, but I don’t care.

  “Rupert…”

  Using a combination of open mouthed kisses, hard licks and teasing bites, I make sure to sample a little of his everything – nipples, pecs, abs, his sexy as fuck belly button. By the time I reach the masculine V ridge of his abdomen, I’m near feral in my need to smell and taste him there.

  “So. Fucking. Good.” My words are punctuated with deep licks of my tongue along both of the prominent grooves in his physique, before gentling and teasing my way across to where I plan to swallow him whole.

  “Jesus… Christ,” Nolan huffs out, and it makes me want to push him further.

  Palpating the thick vein of his shaft with hard presses of my tongue, I leave one of my hands on his chest; flicking each of his nipples, one then the other, while my other hand drops down to massage his balls. Nolan is writhing beneath me, lost to the hedonism of me worshiping his body. I don’t know the kinds of guys he’s been fucking before me, but they clearly did not take the time to devour him properly. I won’t be making that mistake. He’ll learn quickly, when he’s with me, there are two men in this tango.

  ******

  It’s been a week since I’ve seen Nolan, and not out of avoidance, more a case of conflicting schedules. He’s been out of town tying up loose ends on a PC project, and I’ve been putting in long hours making sure everything is ready on my end for the work to start at the school.

  Mid-week, I’d discovered that original, smaller plans for the build had found their way back into the mix. I don’t know what the fuck had happened, but rather than waste time on the blame game, I’d fixed it immediately. Problem solved, and no one got shafted.

  My phone vibrates on my desk and I look over to the backlit screen seeing that I have a message. Nolan. We’ve texted a few times, and it’s been easy. No drama, no bullshit pretenses. He’s as focused on his job as I am on mine, so being on the same page there helps. What hasn’t helped is that I can still taste him on my tongue. I daydream about the moment his hot cum filled my mouth, while I suctioned every last drop from his stalk. As the week progresses, my need to have him again has become a constant ache.

  NF: Late Dinner?

  It’s Friday afternoon now, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing than him.

  RH: Time?

  NF: Nine-thirty too late? Driving back now.

  RH: Nope. Yours or mine?

  NF: Mine. Cool?

  RH: Yup. I’ll bring take-out.

  NF: C U Soon. X.

  I shit you not; I think I stared at that X with cartoon heart eyes for twenty minutes.

  ******

  Pulling into the driveway behind Nolan’s truck, I reach across to the passenger seat and grab the six pack of beer I picked up on the way. Getting out, I walk around the back of the Jeep, open the rear door and collect the Chinese takeout containers. Beer and Chinese food, the perfect combination. As I’m closing the door, I look up into the street and see a dark sedan pulled over to the curb opposite Nolan’s driveway, the engine idling, before slowly creeping away.

  I head for the back of the house, knowing from my last time here that it’s the door most used and it’s rarely locked.

  “Hello? Nolan?” I call out, opening the screen door.

  By the time I take my first step inside, he’s there in front of me, reaching out and taking the six-pack from my hand.

  “Hey,” he says, smiling at me in a way that lets me know he’s just as happy to see me, as I am to see him. Maybe we’re both heart-eyed motherfuckers?

  “Chicken and Broccoli, and Beef and Cashew,” I say, holding the food cartons up.

  “Fuck, yes. Please tell me you got eggrolls? I fuckin’ love eggrolls.” He’s almost pleading as he puts the beer in the fridge, leaving two on the counter in front of me.

  “And egg rolls.” I add smirking, putting him out of his misery.

  “Arrgghh, I could kiss you!”

  And with that one simple statement, said in innocent reaction, the air in the room turns electric. Even the hair on the back of my neck prickles in awareness of what he’s just said. Naturally, my unruly cock, who was already awake at the sight of his faded Korn t-shirt sticking to damp patches on his chest, and the low riding, light grey sweats on his legs, heard it too.

  “Who’s stopping you?” I challenge back, looking him directly in the face, putting down the soon to be forgotten food before it doesn’t survive.

  Like a panther on the prowl, he keeps eye contact as he moves slowly from his side of the bench, and around to me. Grabbing the back of my head with one of his hands, he pulls me forward, drawing me closer to his lips, but not allowing them to touch.

  “No one,” he says, letting his lips ghost mine ever so slightly as he speaks.

  Slowly, his pink tongue peeks out from between his lips and licks right across my waiting mouth.

  “Mmmm,” he hums, “No one at all.”

  With that final statement, his mouth crashes onto mine and I am lost to his kiss. Feeling the hard press of his body against me, I could so easily relinquish control to him, but as satisfying as it was to have him inside of me, I’m not looking to repeat last week’s scenario in this very kitchen. I need to fuck him, to drive my aching cock deep into him, and
I need it now. Taking control of the kiss, I begin to slowly walk him backwards out of the kitchen.

  “Bedroom?” My voice is husky and it’s clearly more of a demand than a question.

  Nolan takes the hint and guides us towards the stairs, stopping at the base.

  “Now.” I grit out and groan audibly as he turns and makes his way up the stairs.

  Holy shit, his ass in grey sweats is something to be seen. Springing into action, I take the stairs two at a time, catching up with him in the doorway of his bedroom. Grabbing him from behind I pull him tight to my front, my dick trying to nestle in the crease of his cheeks, as we walk further into the room. My hands are roaming all over his chest before making their way down into the front of his sweats. The sexy fuck is not wearing underwear, so instantly my fingers are sweeping and exploring, but never quite touching where I know he wants me most.

  Nolan is breathing heavy, his hips alternating between pushing forward to chase my fingers and pushing backwards to press harder into my confined bulge. My lips are in the curve of where his neck meets his shoulder and I have to stop myself from taking a bite. I want my mark on his skin, but this is still new and I don’t know if that’s something he’s into or not. Spinning him to face me, I run my hands under the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Reaching behind my neck, I grab a handful of my navy Henley, and rip it up and off my body. The feel of our naked chests aligning, along with the press of our cocks mashing together, has us groaning and my desperation is rising to the surface.

  “Nolan, fuck, I need to be inside you…”

  “Yes… Rupert…”

  I’m almost panting as I push his sweats to the floor, leaving them at his feet. Holding his lust-drunk gaze with my own, I remove a condom from my wallet, touching a corner of the foil square to his bottom lip, wordlessly indicating for him to hold it with his mouth.

  “Fuck, if that isn’t an image I’ve imagined a time or two,” I smirk, confessing as I unzip my jeans, kick off my shoes and bend down to pull off my socks. Nolan is running his hands through my hair, keeping our bodies connected through his touch, and I love everything about the intimacy of the simple act.

  Shedding my jeans and boxers, I drop to my knees, then lean forward, putting my hands on the backs of his solid thighs, pulling his groin into my face. Pure fucking Nolan, I don’t even try to deny being addicted to his scent. Being careful not to touch his eager dick, I use just my nose and chin to take his balls into my mouth. One at a time I lave, lick and gently suck them until Nolan is cursing above me, the foil square dropping to the floor next to me.

  “Fuck. Fucking… fuck. Your mouth on me, fuck, thought about it this week,” he huffs out, his fingers grasping and flexing in my hair.

  Releasing the one in my mouth with a wet popping sound, I smile up at him before firmly grabbing him by the stem. With a fast, single sweep of my tongue, I collect the beads of moisture waiting for me there, and then flick my tongue right into his slit, greedily hoarding every drop. I moan as his flavor sits against my taste buds - salty, musky and him.

  “And I’ve missed your taste on my tongue all week, and I’ve definitely fucking thought about it once or twice,” I tell him in reply.

  Picking up the condom from the floor, I rise straight up, instantly fusing our mouths together, and feel my cock kick against his hip at the thought of Nolan tasting himself on my tongue.

  Pushing him down on the bed, I motion for him to move himself up higher as I open the condom and slide it on, barely giving him time to settle before I kneel on the bed by his feet. Grabbing both of his ankles, one in each of my hands, I lift his legs and push them towards his chest. Once they’re up and out of my way, I crawl forward on my knees, before releasing his legs on either side of my body, spreading them wide. A hand on each of his legs, I run them up his muscled skin, from his ankle to the crook of his knee. With my thumb in the joint, I push his knees higher on the bed, spreading him open in a way that catches my breath. Fuck. The sight before me makes me want to beat my fucking chest, as a strong pulse forces pre-cum to seep from my tip. Leaning over Nolan’s body, I plant an arm on either side of his shoulders, and fuse my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Our cocks are hot and hard between us, and the evidence that he wants me as much as I do him, makes me nearly lose my shit. Pulling my tongue out of his eager mouth after only a few seconds, Nolan tries to follow, growling at the loss. I shift my weight to one arm and hold the first two fingers on my free hand in front of his puffy lips.

  “Suck,” I demand, knowing the wild look I see in Nolan’s eyes is reflected in my own, “I want them good and wet.”

  The suction he uses has me flexing my hips and I feel my dick bounce, searching blindly for somewhere to call home.

  Tearing my fingers away from Nolan’s mouth, I kneel back and press them to his perfect asshole, massaging and spreading the wetness all around. Unable to help myself, I lift my fingers into my mouth this time, closing my eyes as Nolan’s masculine tang hits my tongue. I feel the bed move beneath my knees, and know that Nolan is struggling to keep his hips still.

  “Are you gonna fuck me or fuck around?” Nolan growls, the demand in his voice waivers at the end, his need coming through.

  Not changing my pace, I open my eyes slowly, stare right at him and husk out, “Fucking delicious,” before putting my fingers back to his entrance, preparing him further.

  I shift my gaze to see his fat cock looks near to bursting, so extended it’s almost to his navel. Lifting slightly, I hold his sides as I run the flat of my tongue along the seam of his tight sack, continuing up the wide length of his dick, finishing with a wet, suctioning kiss to his cockhead.

  “Ask me to fuck you Nolan.” Again, it’s a demand, not a request.

  “God, yes. Fuck. Me.” Nothing about his snapped response could be mistaken as a request either.

  “You’re going to take my cock, all of it, first time, right to the base. I don’t give a fuck how tight you are, you’ll take me.” I list out my expectations of him, watching his eyes cloud in need, his nose flaring, breathing hard. I suspect he’s not taken many cocks before, but I know he’ll take me easily.

  My eyes lift to his face, holding his gaze as I position my cockhead against him. Giving in to the temptation, I break our stare. Looking down, seeing my latex covered cock pressed against him, is the stuff of my fantasies, but it’s the thought of his puckered flesh kissing against my bare slit that nearly undoes me, and more pre-cum pulses from my head.

  “Relax and feel me Nolan. Feel me taking you.” I say, nudging my swollen condom covered head against him in a slow, but firm push, breaching just inside him. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I grit out, my teeth clenched; I’m desperate to be inside this man.

  We’re both ready for me to take what I want. No, need. Spreading my knees out along the back of Nolan’s thighs, I lean forward slightly, and grab one of his hips. Without saying a word, but somehow perfectly in sync, I thrust my hips forward at the same time Nolan’s ass bears down on my cock. Keeping my glide smooth and steady, I don’t stop until I’m fully seated inside him. Holy fuck! We’re both groaning and panting, the feeling is incredible.

  He’s so fucking hot and tight; I nearly shoot my entire load in this one single stroke. It takes all my concentration to calm the fuck down, before making sure he’s with me and I start to move. Nolan throws his head back in bliss, leaving me staring at the column of his throat. There’s a fine sheen of sweat across his chest as I build him up slowly, until my hips become an unstoppable force. Driving and grinding into him, pulling and pushing together, we find our rhythm and I’m nearly seeing stars.

  Watching his reactions to me, looking for his tells, I shift my hips on my down-stroke, making minor adjustments to my angle. I’m waiting for my long cock to hit that perfect spot inside him, the one that will send him over the edge without either of us touching his dick. My balls are high and ready to burst and the muscles of my abdomen are coiled tight,
but I need to hold off, until…

  “Rup… fuu-ahh… shiiii… I’m gonna, fuuuuuccckkk…!”

  The fact that Nolan can no longer form sentences tells me I’m hitting right where I need to be and the blunt head of my shaft is bumping into his prostate with each stroke.

  In a lust fueled haze, I watch as Nolan erupts all over his stomach and chest, breathing hard, his words still incomplete and not in sentences. Feeling my balls tingle like they’re full of electricity, and the pressure in my back increasing to near pain, I quickly withdraw from Nolan’s tight heat. I need to mark him, to see my cum on his skin. Ripping off the condom and stroking my cock in rapid jerks, semen erupts from me in thick streams, and I watch as it mixes with Nolan’s in a pattern that Jackson Pollock would be proud of. I don’t give a fuck if it makes me an animal; watching my hot cum slide down his abs makes me want to roar. MINE!

  Collapsing onto the bed next to him, our chests are heaving from release as our minds and bodies come back to earth together. Turning his head, Nolan looks at me, his eyes stormy and intense and I wonder what he’s thinking. Holding his gaze, I reach out across his torso and run a finger through the mess we both made. He’s watching every move I make, not speaking. Lifting my finger to my mouth, I swipe it across my bottom lip before rising up over him for a carnal kiss. I feel his tongue sweep across my wet bottom lip, before he sucks it fully into his mouth. Slowly ending our kiss, he finally finds his words and speaks.

  “I don’t know what the fuck you just did to me, but if you keep it up, you’re going to kill me.” He’s shaking his head a little, almost in awe, but his grin is bright.

  “Maybe,” I say, shrugging slightly, “but what a way to go.”

  CH 11