A Perfect Passion (6 page)

Chapter Ten

Two days has passed since our little ‘moment’ in the living room. The rain hasn’t let up a bit, so I’m taking the week off work. I like being home with Dax. Nothing’s been uncomfortable between us this time. I’m trying to give him time to make sure this is still what he wants.

The
relationship between us seems to have mellowed out into some sense of normalcy. When we pass each other in the kitchen or hallway, we don’t go all Matrix around each other, breaking in to twists and turns like a ‘contortionist’ in order to avoid touching. The awkward silence is also something of the past. Dax slowly strokes against me, instead of leaping backwards. We’ve been able to talk, not about anything in particular, but getting to know each other better, and it’s been nice to have a companion that you can do that with. We also heist a few kisses throughout the day.

The phone on the nightstand beside the bed rings, I answer
.

“Hello?” I wait
. “Hello, who is this?”

“I need to talk to you Damien.”

“What the hell Aaron, was that you on all the other ‘unknown’ numbers?”
Get a life!

“I don’t know what you mean. Listen we need to talk, I miss you.”

“Not a chance Aaron. There is nothing here for you, not me or any of your belongings, so quit calling me.”

“Oh let me guess, you and pool
boy have something going on now?”

“If I did, it wouldn’t be any of your
damn business, now would it?” I start pacing the floor.

“
Well, you and your new plaything have fun sitting around playing tiddly winks on each other’s tom-toms. Best enjoy it while you can!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Aaron laughed.
Click,
he hung up on me.
What the fuck is that all about?
Dax comes out of his room and walks in mine.

“You alright Damien? You don’t look so good.”
His hand strokes through my hair.

“Yeah, I am. You know all those calls from unknown
callers? I think its Aaron. I finally answered one and it was him going through the routine,” I sigh.

“
What routine?”

“The one where he wants to talk
to me. He misses me and all that rig-a-maroo. Then I think he threatened me.”

“What? What the fuck did he say
exactly?” Dax’s brows furrow. He practically has steam blowing out his ears.
Dayam
!

“He asked if we were together, I refused to answer and told him none of
his business. He told me I best enjoy it while I can.” I sit down on the bed.

“
Where does the nutlick stay?” Dax walks back and forth in front of me, his boots shredding carpet strands.

“
No Dax, leave it alone, he’s harmless. Besides, I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.”

“Threatening someone is not harmless.”
Dax sits beside me with his hand on my leg. “I know you can take care of yourself, I didn’t mean it like that. Just watch your back. People are crazy.” He sits next to me.

“
It’s just an act, that’s all he knows how to do, play fucking games.” I look him in the eyes. “You’re very sexy when you’re mad Dax.” I wink, and give him a grin

“Is that right? Hmmm…” Dax li
cks his lips, and a grin forms in the corner of his mouth.

“Y
eah it is right.”

“
So, what would you recommend as a treatment for anger outbursts?”

I reach out and touch his cheek, then lean into his neck, and begin licking lust all over him.

“Mmm…some of this.” I nibble his neck with my teeth, just barely nipping him.

“
Uh huh.” He tilts his head to the side.

“
And a little bit of that.” I lick across his lips.

“
Oh yes, definitely some of that too.”

“Maybe just a tad of this.” I rub my hand against his dick
, pressing hard into his groin.

“Hell yes, but
I need a shower before we carry this any further.”

“
So, how can I persuade you to let me in the shower with you?” I jokingly ask him.

“I’m not sure,
make me an offer?”
There’s that sexy eyebrow arch thing he does.

I part his lips and plunge into his mouth, curling my tongue around his, then pull out.
I stand and then straddle his legs, pressing my growing dick against his. “Does this sway you one direction or the other?”

“Oh yeah, it definitely does.” He smiles, giving
me a quick nip on my lip, followed by a gentle peck.

“Good.
We can use mine, it’s bigger.”

“Is that right
?” he laughs.

“
Bwahahaha, not that kind of bigger Dax, I was talking about the showers. My ‘shower’ is bigger than yours. You’re adorable.”

“Oh, the shower.
Yes, that is indeed bigger.”

We both go into my bath area
and undress. Dax watches me. He’s never seen me in my birthday suit. I enter the stall and get my hair wet.

The shower curtain pulls back,
and Dax steps in behind me. I hand him the soap. He takes the bar, and begins rubbing it all over me, then passes it to me.

S
oft caresses spread across my shoulders and glide down my arms. Once he reaches my fingertips, he slowly wraps his arms around my stomach. The moisture from the showerhead mists on him, bringing his cologne to a refreshed scent, I love his smell of masculinity. I lean back into his blanketed arms and feel his rigid dick pressing against me.
Fuck me now.

From behind, he grips my chest in his hands, rubbing my tiny nipples. His hands travel from my chest, to my groin. He slips a little lower and runs his long fingers along my happy trail, then continues winding into my curly hairs.
Good god I’m horny!
His hands pull upwards and away from my groin.
Nooo, come back already.

“Tease!” I reach around and smack him on the leg
.

Dax
reaches around and snags my ass in his grip. Squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again.  I press my ass backwards, and his fingers spread me. His finger tracing around me, then he stops. Almost gasping, his dick presses against me.   

“Turn around.”
He bites into my shoulder, then licks it afterward.

Rock fucking hard, I turn to him. He
looks me up and down, with such a bad boy shit-eating grin on his face.
Fuck he’s hot!
  He attacks my mouth, his tongue plunges in hard, as he laps mine. I press my hands on his chest slamming him into the tile wall. He lets out a groan, I plunge in his mouth, we play tongue twister with the tips of our tongues. I grab his cock in my hands, stroking him fast and furious. He grabs mine, and strokes up and down quickly too.

We jack each other, rotating the
head of our dicks together. Dax lifts me up and I saddle his waist, leg locking myself to him.
Goddamn he’s strong.
He walks with me and slams my back into the wall.
Paybacks.
I grab his long hair and yank, he devours my mouth.

His hands tighten around my ass cheeks. He pulls and tugs, spreading me. One of his long fingers enters me.
Oh fuckinshit.
In and out, he plunges into me, fucking me with his hand.
Oh god.
I yank his hair tight, like holding reins.

He sets me down on the floor
and lowers himself to his knees.
Chill bumps erupt and a series of spasms aimed directly at my cock start to tingle. He knocks me in both knees with his hands, so I spread my feet apart. His finger enters my hole again and slips in and out of me. I look down at him and watch what he’s doing.
What a fucking sight, him bent down like this.
I love the way my dick causes his cheeks to puff out. Rocking his head with my hands, I speed him up, and push in a little further. He looks up at me.
Fucking hell
! His eyes, oh my god, they’re heavy lidded, but incredibly sexy. I pull his head, a little further, in to my dick.

“I’m about to cum Dax. Stop.”
I push his head back, but he fights me.

“No.”
He looks up at me, the veins on his neck bulge out.

“Yes, I mean it.”

Dax pulls back, sliding his wet skin up against me, and steps out of the shower. He snatches a towel off the hook and wraps it around his waist. I follow behind him, slow trying to let the one eyed monster calm down a bit.

As Dax enters the bedroom, he walks over to my little
table and pours himself a Crown Royal. He returns to the bed, taking a sip on his way. He sits on the side of the bed, handing me the glass.

“What was that about? Why did you push me off of you?”

“Oh, it wasn’t anything bad, I just wanted to come out here with you is all.”
I take a drink, place it on the nightstand, and open the drawer underneath.

I p
ull out condoms and KY jelly, setting them next to the glass. Dax scoots back, and props up on a pillow, I climb on and straddle his thighs. He throws his arms behind his head. I undo the towel, exposing his dick. With my hand, I begin stroking up and down his silky rod. It’s already giving me a hard on again. The strokes are smooth and steady, Dax moves his hands to my towel, doing the same thing, and it drops behind my ass. His hand curves around my cock, and he starts moving up and down on me.

We both glide a
t the same speed on one another and our dicks smooth up against each other. I’m waiting for him to tell me which part he wants me to touch and how he wants to do this.

Dax flips me over on my back, and straddles me, li
ke I was just doing to him. He grinds his dick against mine.

“I want to fuck you,” h
e moans.

I just smile. Now I know where to go with this. I’m going to have to walk him through this
though.

“Okay
, get the rubber and gel Dax.” He leans over grabbing it. He hands it to me, and I unwrap the foil packet, handing him the condom.

“Do I put it on now?”

“I do, if you’re really ready to do this.” I flip the rubber in my fingertips.

“
Hell yes I am.”

I slip the condom over the head of his dick
and roll it down his shaft. He watches me, not saying a word.

“Now, you
spread KY all over yourself and around my hole. It takes a lot, so lube up extra good. When men have sex, it’s different than a woman. Men have muscles that have to be relaxed, you have to enter slow, okay? I’ll walk you through it.”

He squeezes out the lube on himself, and I help him spread it around
on his dick. His expression is serious; he’s really into this, almost like a Science project.

“Now, you have to do
me, with the lube that is,” I laugh.

He laughs, and pushes the gel
into his hand, spreading it to his fingers. He raises his body off of my legs, and rubs his hands between my cheeks entering into my hole.

“Is that enough?” h
e asks, still fingering me.

“
Yeah, you’re good. Now get back in between my legs.”

“God, I feel stupid Damien.”
He hangs his head down.

“Nothing to feel stupid about, it’s your first time, and I don’t mind telling you step by step.
How else would you know?”

“
Thanks. I guess all these instructions kind of kill the mood for you, huh?”

“Not mine, my mood is just fine. And by the looks of it, yours is fine too.” I point a finger at his dick. He grins back.

“Guess it is then.”

“Come hither.”
I wiggle a finger to him teasing him, and he leans over me. I give him a sloppy kiss. I take his bottom lip into my mouth, and lick my tongue against it. He tugs back on it, and I grab him behind his neck, jerking his mouth to me. We lap at each other, and I get even more wound up at his moans.

Dax backs away from the kiss, and lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. I know he’s about to enter me,
and I start fondling myself.

“Go slow
and easy. Remember, I have to be stretched slowly.”

He nods and lifts my ass off the bed.
I clench my legs holding on behind his neck. I feel the slight stretching, as he slides the head of his dick into my asshole. The look on his face is fucking amazing. He’s a super tight fit for me and that radiates all over his face.

He slips back out. “Oops, sorry.”

I smile and he enters again, pushing a little further this time, and slipping back, but not all the way out this time. He pushes in, I continue stroking myself. He’s looking down, watching himself, as he speeds up a little.