Evan's Fantasy

by Sarah Hadley Brook

  Nick pulled back and caressed my cheek. “You’ve already changed my life in more ways than you may ever know.” He stared into my eyes and smiled. “I was afraid you weren’t interested and I wouldn’t have a chance with you.” He blushed and my heart stuttered right over the cliff.

  “You thought I wasn’t interested?”

  He nodded and a thrill passed through me. It was a powerful feeling, knowing someone as incredible as Nick had been pining over me as much as I’d been doing the same for him.

  “I tried really hard to hide how I felt,” I admitted. “But not anymore. I…I’m pretty crazy about you.”

  “Then it looks like we’re in the same boat,” he whispered.

  All this talk about feelings and kissing was turning me on even more. “Do you want me?” I asked. “Now?”

  “Fuck, yes. But I have to admit, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I’m already ready to explode right now, just touching you.”

  Oh my God that was so fucking hot!

  “So you’re saying you want to come hard now, all over me, and then take the second round a little slower?” I teased. “Want to paint me?”

  He groaned. “God, I knew it would be perfect with you. You like dirty talk?”

  “Fuck yes,” I whispered. He made me feel so damn sexy. I felt a little bolder. “Do you want to know what else happens in my fantasies?” I asked, still teasing.

  “Yes!”

  I pulled away and stepped back, stroking myself in front of him, letting him watch me. His eyes were hungry and he reached for me, but I stepped back again and cupped my balls.

  “You’re killing me, Evan.”

  I smiled and came closer, pushing him back onto the sofa to stand between his knees. “The next thing you do in my fantasy is tell me to take off your clothes and then you tell me to suck your big hard cock,” I said, my voice low so he had to lean in a little to hear me.

  He moaned again. I reached down and tugged at his boxers, and he lifted his ass to help me slide them off. I flung them across the room and got on my knees so I was level with his hard cock. His beautiful dick had thick curly dark hair at the base and I just couldn’t hold back. I leaned in and dipped my tongue into that bush and swirled it around. He tasted amazing and his scent filled my nostrils. I wanted more.

  “Fuck!” he cried out.

  God, this was so much better than my fantasies. I pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were dark, his face flushed. Knowing I was turning him on only made me braver. As I wrapped my hand around his rod, I licked the thick, spongy mushroom head of his cock and tasted that sweet and salty liquid. I needed more and guided him between my lips, letting him pop into my mouth as my tongue licked and swirled everywhere.

  “Yeah, just like that. Suck my cock,” he moaned.

  His words drove me on as I slid him slowly back out between my lips and licked at the base of his steely shaft. He moaned again.

  “Oh, yeah, lick my cock, baby. You know you want it. Show me you want my dick.”

  His dirty talk spurred me on. Eagerly I slid my tongue up the underside, from the base to just below the tip, slowly, like I was licking an ice cream cone. My tongue swirled under the ridge of his bell-shaped head, then lapped at the cream oozing out the slit. I licked my way back down, making sure every inch of his cock was wet from my mouth, and stopped at his hairy balls. God, they were huge. So full of what I wanted inside me. I licked one of the orbs and slowly, carefully sucked it into my mouth, while my hand began pumping his hard cock, slick with my spit.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah,” he cried out as he pushed his body towards me, sliding his ass to the edge of the sofa. With his legs spread wide, he fisted both hands in my hair, guiding, holding tightly. I knew what he wanted and I let the sweet orb slip out of my mouth before I lifted up his balls and licked from under them, all the way back to his sexy little puckered hole.

  I had never rimmed anyone, but something took control of me. Maybe it was his musky scent, or the taste of him on my tongue. Maybe it was his moaning or his hands entangled in my hair. Whatever it was, I’m just glad it happened. With both my hands, I pulled apart those sexy ass cheeks to give me greater access. He was waxed there and it only incited me further.

  I leaned in and licked. Once. Twice. Again.

  “Fuck! You are the hottest…oh, God!” he cried out.

  The taste of him was intoxicating and I lunged in, nibbling and suckling the delicate skin.

  I wanted more, but suddenly he slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up, shifting until we were lying together on the sofa, he on his back and me pressed against his chest. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me, biting at my lower lip, urging me with his tongue to open my mouth. I relented and his tongue swept in, and I knew he was in control. He knew he was in control. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands roam my back, caressing me, stroking my skin, running his finger down my spine. I shivered at his touch as he gently began to kiss my neck. I felt him suck harder for a moment and knew he was marking me. I reveled in that, eagerly tilting my head to give him even better access.

  He finally moved away and looked into my eyes. My body trembled with my need and his eyes told me he felt it. He rolled us, flipping me so I was under him, my back against the sofa. He braced his arms on either side of me and kept much of his weight off me. While I knew he was worried about hurting me, I wanted his hairy chest and hard cock rubbing against me. I slid an arm around his neck and pulled him down; our lips touched and electricity coursed through me. In seconds we were grinding our hips against each other.

  I moaned as all that delicious hair rubbed against my chest, creating a friction that drove me wild.

  Breathless, he whispered, “What happens next in your fantasies?”

  No nerves held me back now. “You fuck my ass, hard. You bend me over and order me to spread my legs and you make my ass yours.”

  “So hot…” he growled, and he leaned down to nip at my jaw.

  “Yeah, it’s hot,” I agreed. “Now are you going to make my fantasy come true tonight or not?”

  His eyes flashed and his demeanor changed as he sat up, pulling me along with him so I straddled his lap.

  “Damn right, I’m going to!” he exclaimed as he cupped my ass. His gaze fell on the kitchen doorway. “Follow me,” he said and grabbed my hand, leaving me no choice but to follow.

  In the kitchen, he pointed to the table. “Oh, yeah, this is perfect. Get your ass over there and lean against the table.”

  His voice was commanding. I glanced back at him and a shiver went through me. He looked almost dangerous and I couldn’t wait to be his. I hurried over to the old yellow Formica table and leaned down, pushing my ass out for him.

  “God, yes, that’s a beautiful ass, baby. Spread your legs a little more.”

  I eagerly complied and he pushed his hard dick up against my ass. I felt it slide between my cheeks and moaned at the contact.

  “Lube?” he demanded, his breathing growing ragged. “Condoms?”

  “Lube’s in the living room on the sofa. I don’t have condoms because I wasn’t planning this.”

  “Crap. I hope I have one in my wallet.” He left to go look and I heard him flipping the lube open as he walked back into the kitchen.

  “Found one,” he announced as he turned on the kitchen light.

  Suddenly I felt a little shy and started to stand up.

  “Fuck, no! You stay with your legs spread for me,” he growled.

  I trembled at his order. “But, the light…”

  “The light lets me see how incredibly sexy you are. I always knew you were hot, Evan. Hell, I jack off to a picture of you I have on my phone. But you’re even sexier than I imagined.”

  I blushed at his compliments. The fact that he had a picture of me on his phone made my heart race, too. I heard him squeeze the lube out and turned to see him lathering it on his condom-covered dick.

  He looked at me and smiled. “Besides, with
out the light, I wouldn’t be able to see my cock ramming your ass, now would I?”

  I shook my head and whispered, “No.” As his lubed finger slid against my hole, it was cold at first, but the more he circled his finger, the warmer it got. He pushed gently until his finger popped into my ass.

  “Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “So tight. I knew you’d be tight.”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” I admitted.

  “How can that be?” he asked as his finger slid farther in and then twirled around inside, loosening me up. “How can there be a man out there who doesn’t want you? I mean, you’re so fucking hot. And tight. And you look so fucking slutty bent over with your legs spread for me.”

  Shit! I loved his dirty talk. It made me so fucking hot. “Do I?”

  “Do you what?” he whispered as he slid a second finger in.

  I groaned at the added girth, but loved the sensation. “Do I look slutty? Do you like me bent over for you?” I asked, my face heating up.

  He stopped fingering my ass for a second. “Did I upset you? Did I go too far?”

  I wiggled my ass, silently begging for his fingers to move again. He understood and started sliding them in and out, then added a third one.

  “Evan?” he prompted.

  Now I was embarrassed. How did I tell him the dirty talk turned my crank? Just then his fingers hit that sweet spot and I shook at the incredible feeling pouring through me. Fuck it! I was just going to be honest.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me. Nick, God, Nick…I want to be your slut so bad. I like knowing I turn you on. I like…you looking at my body. I ache at night thinking about bending over for you. Don’t you know? Don’t you know I would let you take me anytime, anywhere?”

  “That’s so hot,” he growled. “Get ready, then. I’m about to fuck the hell out of this sweet ass!”

  He pulled his fingers out and lined his hard cock up to my opening. He pushed in and I pushed out a little, helping him slide the fat head inside. It popped, and I cried out a little at the pain.

  He leaned over and caressed my back. “It’s okay, baby. Just give it a sec and the pain will be gone.”

  Nick stayed still for a moment, until I felt restless and pushed against him, then I felt him slide in deeper. Finally he was buried in me and his balls slapped against me. It was the most incredible feeling.

  “Oh, baby. This is the best…the best I have ever…ohh, yeah.”

  I heard Nick’s words and agreed. “Fuck me,” I pleaded.

  Nick pulled out and slammed back in. No gentleness here. Pure fucking. Hot, hard, sweaty fucking. It was incredible. My entire body thrummed as he pumped his dick in and out, over and over. He grabbed my hip with one hand and snaked the other one around and grabbed my dick, pumping it hard.

  “Oh, Nick…Nick!” I moaned.

  “Come for me, Evan. Give it to me! I’m so close to coming.”

  I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell, and suddenly I shot over his hand, all over the kitchen table. Thick, white creamy ropes sprayed out as waves of pleasure flooded my body. My heart was beating so fast, I felt like I had been running a marathon. Colors swirled in front of my eyes and I felt my knees start to buckle. “Nick!”

  He held on tight and cried out as I felt his cock pulse deep inside me. “Fuck, yeah! This is the best…oh God! Evan!”

  Nick collapsed on top of me as I fell onto the table, pressing my chest into the wet mess. We were a heap of hot, sweaty, thoroughly fucked men.

  I snickered and he laughed with me. When I shook my ass, he slapped my hip lightly.

  “Hey, give me a breather before you get me all worked up again. We have plenty of time, you know!”

  I laughed. He was right. We did have time. And I couldn’t wait to see how our evening progressed.

  “You want to go to your bedroom?” he asked. “Do you want me to sleep over? Or…do you want me to leave later?”

  My heart skipped. “You want to…stay?”

  He kissed the back of my neck. “I never want to leave,” he confessed, his voice husky.

  I shivered and shifted until our eyes met. “Please stay. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this will have all been a dream.”

  He smiled and kissed my cheek. “It’s not a dream.”

  I grinned back. “Maybe we should get cleaned up a little.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah. Hang on.” He eased back and slipped out, then turned to grab a towel from a kitchen drawer. When he gently wiped me off, I sighed. It was almost as if he cherished me. As if I were important to him and he was taking care of me.

  He tossed the rag into the sink and grabbed my hand. “I’ll get that in the morning. We’ve got more important things to do right now.”

  I let him lead me out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom. He opened the door and I took a quick look around. It wasn’t too messy, thank God. I watched Nick lay down on my bed and settle in the center, arms folded under his head.

  “You going to join me?” Nick asked with a smile.

  I’m not sure what got into me, but I grinned and took a flying leap onto the bed, landing next to him. Before he could say a word, my lips were on his and I was climbing on top of him.

  His arms went around my waist and pulled me close. He opened his legs, letting me settle in. I pulled back and we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Nick reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

  “You’re so beautiful, Evan.”

  I blushed and tried to look away, but he cupped my chin and held my head in place.

  “Seriously, didn’t you notice how much time I was always trying to spend with you? How I tried to find a reason to stay behind when it was time for me to go home? It killed me to leave you.” He licked his lips and leaned up to kiss me softly.

  I tried to remember all the times he’d been over, replaying them to see if I could find any hint of what he was admitting, but I really couldn’t. I shook my head. “I think I was so caught up in trying to not let you see how much I liked you that I was oblivious to everything.”

  He rolled onto his side, taking me with him so that we faced each other. I reached down and grabbed the blue and white quilt to pull over us and snuggled in closer.

  “I spent so much time fighting how I felt,” Nick said. “So afraid I would lose my friends. My family. I wasn’t sure. And then—what if it turned out you weren’t even interested?”

  I scoffed. “Right.”

  “No, Evan. You did a good job hiding your feelings. I was going to lay it all out on the line for you tonight and hope you would go on a date. Until I heard you whispering my name I had no idea you were….”

  “Hot for you? Jacking off to you every night? Dying to feel you inside me?” I offered.

  Nick chuckled and pulled me tight. “I love that you’re so…open with your feelings.”

  “Well, once you’re caught moaning a man’s name while holding your cock and watching gay porn, it’s kind of hard to deny how you feel.”

  He laughed out loud at that. “I guess you’re right.”

  “Speaking of cock,” I teased, and rolled my hips against his.

  Nick wrapped his large hand around my dick, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. “We have a lot of wasted time to make up for,” he told me.

  “Oh yeah,” I agreed. “So much wasted time.”

  “Want to know what I always fantasize about?”

  Fuck, yes!

  “Yes. Tell me,” I pleaded.

  His eyes flashed as he stroked me. “For the most part, it was exactly what we did in the kitchen. I’ve dreamed about being inside of you since I met you.” He moaned and admitted, “It was way better than any fantasy.”

  I definitely agreed with him on that.

  “But I also like to imagine us in the shower together. Or in bed together like this. It wasn’t always a sexual thing. I just wanted to lay in bed and talk with you.”

  “Really?” I jolted to a sitt
ing position and looked at him.

  His brow furrowed. “Is that too…cutesy?”

  I laughed. “No. Not at all. It’s perfect. I dreamed about the same things. How much I wanted to get to know you. How I just wanted to lay in bed and talk with you.”

  He pulled me down and settled my head on his arm. “Do you remember that night a couple weeks ago when Jack and I went out and we took a taxi home because we were so drunk?”

  Oh, yeah, I definitely remembered that. Nick had come in the front door practically carrying Jack. I nodded.

  “Remember I got Jack in bed and then crashed on the sofa?”

  I nodded again. I could barely sleep that night knowing the man I was crazy about slept just feet away from me.

  “I was a nervous wreck.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I had to fight myself from going to your room and telling you how I felt. I was just drunk enough that my inhibitions were down, and all I could think about was kissing you.”

  My face heated at his admission. Who knew this sexy sailor was so romantic underneath all those muscles?

  “What would you have done if I knocked at your door and kissed you?”

  I shivered and reached up to cup his cheek. “I would have done this,” I whispered and kissed his lips.

  He quickly took charge of the kiss, demanding I open my mouth and I did, letting his tongue sweep in and glide against mine. I moaned as my cock hardened.

  Nick pulled back and smiled. “I think we’re ready for round two.”

  I grinned as I wrapped my fingers around his hard dick. “Want to try out that shower fantasy?” I asked. “I’m still a little sticky from round one.”

  He laughed. “Sounds like a plan, Evan.”

  I loved hearing my name on his lips. I chuckled as we climbed out of bed and made our way into the master bathroom. If anyone saw me, they’d probably say I was almost swooning over my new man—and I’d have to agree.

  Nick looked over his shoulder. “What’s so funny?”

  I lightly slapped his muscular ass and shook my head. “Nothing. Just can’t wait to get you in the shower.”