The Long Way Home
It
takes me a few seconds to realize that it was a sound that woke me. I lay here a few minutes thinking over the
events of the night. When I pulled that
case out and found half a dozen gay porn videos I almost pissed myself.
Then
I remembered to whom he was engaged and realized they were probably hers and
she forgot them. I hear the noise again
and kick the blanket off and go to the door.
Quietly I turn the knob and open the door. I walk around the corner and stop dead at the
scene that greets me.
Xander
is on the couch with his sweatpants down around his thighs, his shirt on the
back of the couch, hand around his cock stroking slowly as he stares at the
screen. My eyes flicker to the TV and I
realize he's watching porn. The porn I
was looking at earlier. I manage to stifle the moan building in the back of my
throat.
I
briefly debate the idea of going back to bed.
Silencing my better judgment I step back just an inch to stay out of his
line of vision and drink in the sight of him.
He's amazing. His legs are spread
wide giving him unhindered access to his cock.
He moans softly as the palm of his hand swipes over the head.
The
sound sends bolts of desire surging through me making me instantly hard. I watch stunned as he sucks two fingers into
his mouth before trailing them down his chest to rub his nipples into tight
points. He shifts on the couch lowering
himself onto his back, his head propped on the end of the couch closest to me. He tugs his pants lower, propping one leg on
the couch and the other on the floor.
His
fingers are back in his mouth and God that's sexiest thing I've ever seen. Dragging his hand back down his body it
disappears under him. As his hips lift I
realize exactly what he's doing with those wet fingers. My knees go weak as hot need streaks along my
spine. His hand speeds up, pumping his
cock hard and fast. I hear the little
whimpering pants coming from the back of his throat.
I
want to go to him; replace his hand with my mouth, his fingers with mine. My name falls from his lips with a gasp.
My
eyes search his face terrified he's seen me, but his eyes are screwed shut
tight and then it hits me. I'm what he's
seeing behind his eyelids. He's thinking
about me, wanting me. I don't heed the
warning in my head and before I realize what I'm doing I'm on my knees beside
the couch.
I
brush my fingers along the tip of his cock collecting the moisture gathering
there. At the touch of my hand his eyes
snap open and he stares in shock as I bring my fingers to my mouth tasting
him. I hold his gaze with mine as I
lower my head to take just the tip of him into my mouth. His eyes dilate further, as my tongue dips
into the slit.
His
head falls back to the arm of the couch and his back arches as my tongue traces
the veins running the length of him. I
pull his hand from under him. Letting
him slide free of my mouth I wet my first finger liberally. Lowering my hand between his legs I trace the
outline of the muscled entrance to his body.
I hear his hiss of breath as I slide my finger in just to the first
knuckle.
I
bend my head again taking him all the way in letting him bounce off the back of
my throat as I push my finger fully into him.
His voice, so thick with need sends a shudder through me.
"God,
Graham."
He's
so tight and I can imagine what he'd feel like around me, surrounding me. I hold his cock as I bring my head back up to
place teasing licks and nips across the head of him. His back arches and I'm rewarded with a harsh
groan when I pull my checks in concentrating hard suction at the head. My head follows my hand, up and down while I
scratch lightly over his prostrate.
"Fuck...Graham...don't
stop, please."
I
feel his balls tighten under my arm. I put
hard pressure on his prostrate wiggling it back forth as I pull him to the back
of my throat and swallow several times around him.
"Oh
God...Oh God, Graham...make me come.
Fuck, yes...more."
His
voice trails off into a soundless scream as his body goes rigid and I feel him
pouring down my throat. I milk him until
I'm sure there’s nothing left. Letting
him slip from my mouth I trail my lips across his stomach, up his chest to his
mouth. His lips take mine with a hard
kiss. His tongue snakes into my mouth,
across my teeth, the roof of my mouth seeking to take his own taste from me.
I
feel his hand crawl down my chest into my sweats. His mouth leaves mine to trail across my face
to my ear. Sucking my earlobe into his
mouth his breath ghosts across my skin when he speaks.
"You
feel so fucking good. So hard and
wet. I want you to come for me
Graham. Come all over me."
His
words, the sound of his voice, the feel of his lips against my skin, his hand
in a tight grip around me stroking hard and fast. It's all too much for me and I let go, coming
across his hand as my head drops to his chest.
I
jerk awake and take in my surroundings.
Fuck, it was a dream and damn what a sweet dream. Jesus what's wrong me, I haven't had a wet
dream since I was thirteen. My
sweatpants are soaked and sticky. I
stand up and strip my pants off. After
wiping myself down with them I crawl back under the covers, clear my mind and
go back to sleep.