| Constant Craving Part Two |
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| I was trying to focus on the flames of the bonfire rather than checking my watch every five minutes, but it was pointless. Twilight fell softly over the Alexander Beach House that night. The flickering blaze from the fire against the luminious night sky was a majestic site, but I couldn't appreciate it. All I could think about was Matthew. He was late--very late. He told me he'd be mine, that we'd celebrate our union together at the beach house, but his tardiness worried me. What if he had decided to stay with Donovan and all my dreams were about to come crashing down? No, thinking like that was just going to drive me even more crazy. I looked down at my watch for the millioneth time and frowned. Thirty minutes had felt like an entire eternity. "Ten more minutes and I'll call him." I said out loud to my doubts. "No need. I'm right here." Matthew exclaimed from behind me. I quickly rose to my feet. I tried to suppres a shudder as our gazes connected. He dug his hands deep into his jean pockets and let out a long discouraging sigh. "I thought maybe you were standing me up." I began to approach him with a passionate, welcoming kiss, but he stopped me midway. "Jes, I can't do this. I just can't." I didn't believe him; I could see it in his eyes that he didn't mean the words that spilled forth from his lips. "You're fucking with me, right? I know you didn't have me waiting out here just so you could come thrity minutes late to tell me to fuck off." I snapped. His eyes narrowed. "There you go again, Jesse. You're always putting words into my mouth. I would NEVER tell you to 'fuck off,' but I can't do this, Jes." he hollered back. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage, and I was filled with such rage. My stomach churned with disappointment and anguish. How could he do this to me? "Damn you Matthew." I fought to keep frustration from my face and a whine from my tone. "Jesse, please don't hate me." pleaded Matthew, gently caressing my cheek. With trembling hands, I pushed him away. "No. Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again. You were supposed to break it off with Donovan and come here to me. You were supposed to be mine--finally." I whimpered, feeling like a had just been crushed by a Semi. "I tried Jesse, but I can't hurt him like that." "But you can hurt me instead? You can fuck me, promise me what I want to hear then pretend as if you didn't feel anything? Fuck you Matthew. Just fuck you!" I lashed out. "I do care about you Jes. Don't you dare say I don't. Why'd you wait so fucking long to tell me how you felt? That's not my fault you dragged your ass for five years. I'm with someone right now Jes. Don't you understand that?" he said, grabbing me by my shirt and trying to shake some sense into me. He smelled of leather, cologne, and pure male heat. I grasped a handful of hair and forced his mouth against mine. He tasted of hot-tempered masculinity. I reached for the collar of his shirt and he twisted away from me. "No Jes, we can't." he panted. My palm pressed against the small of his back and I made sure to keep him rooted against me. His groin was pressed close to mine. The form of his hardened cock underneath his jeans provided evidence of just how badly he wanted me. With my heart hammering, my sweaty palms cupped his face and my tongue dipped between his soft lips. Heat rushed through my veins and made thinking difficult--no damn right impossible. I felt him struggling but soon he gave way and melted in my embrace, his lips engulfing mine in a passionate feast of torrid kisses. And then our bodies took over as if we had no brains that functioned properly for speech. Pushing me down to the sand, his eager fingers pulled my pants down to my ankles. When I kicked the bunched fabric from my feet, we both struggled with the zipper of his jeans, my fingers trembling to touch him. I yanked the rough denim down over his hips and knees and instinctly took his dick in my mouth. I clutched onto his sides as my moist lips glided around the throbbing flesh of his cock, my tongue rolling seductively across the head and shaft. His fingers curled their way through my hair as I continued to devour the erect flesh. I jerked away, letting his dick slip from my mouth as saliva mixed with his own sweet pre-cum dripped from the tip. I opened my mouth to catch it, the rich trickle falling onto my tongue like an ice cream drip. Climbing up his body, I flung his arms up so I could strip him of his shirt. He kicked at his jeans then reached for me, consumed by warmth, carried away in a backdraft of fire. He laid me down on the sand and stroked every part of my nude body. Every caress spread the heat throughout my body, every touch sending me to a whirlwind of exotic bliss. When he finally gathered enough control to slip inside of me, I felt full in the bottom of my heart and in the core of my soul. My legs wrapped securely around his waist as he positioned my ass against his dick. Still wet from my mouth, his cock slipped inside of me easily. I rocked up against him, taking him in, urging him on, drawing him closer to me. He was all I needed and wanted now and forever. His hips gyrated and a soft moan came from his throat. His tongue moved eagerly over the sensitve membranes of my mouth, as I cradled him to my body. "Don't leave me Matthew. Please don't." I whimpered into his chest. He collasped onto me and I could hear him gasp slightly into my ear. "Where am I going Jesse? You've always got me. You know you do." he said, rolling onto his back. He was absolutely breathtaking there, naked, sweaty, sand dusted on his legs and knees. I wasn't done with him--not yet. I dropped my head down to his chest and suckled on his taunt, pink nipples. "Oh Jes. Baby please." he sobbed as my tongue brushed against his lower abdomen. As my mouth consumed the salty flesh, a quickening pulsation vibrated in my cock. I clambered onto his lap, watching him watching me through half closed eyes as I glidded back on his delectable hard on. His face flushed with exquisite pleasure as he drew me closer to him. I rode and rode, my ass aching to feel every inch deep inside of me. His moving hips matched mine in rhythmn as we serenated the night with our moans. He pulled my face down to bathe me with his tongue. "Oh God Jes. Make me cum baby. Please." whimpered Matthew. His skin was slick and moist and I stuck to his body, my hips driving and pounding in his lap. With on uncontrollable bounce, I drove him to erupt in sweet satisfaction. Struggling for needed air, he guided me up to his chest and began suckling on my cock. My hips moved my dick in and out, in and out, God his lips were so moist and wet against the throbbing flesh as he tightened the seal of his mouth around my cock. And then I couldn't take it anymore. I jerked, forcing it down his throat and it exploded with hot rich semen. Gradually I pulled it out of his mouth, dropplets of cum dribbling onto his tongue and lips. He licked it away as I nestled beside him in the sand. "Don't ask me to stop craving you Matthew cause I can't. It'll be easier for me to stop breathing." He pulled my head down to his chest and brushed his fingers through my tousled dusty blonde hair. "I'm not asking you to stop. I'm just asking you to understand. It's all about timing baby. Will you give me time to make this right?" I sat up and smiled down at him. "I'll give you anything you want baby." I kissed him softly and I spent the night laying in his embrace underneath the California moon. |
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