Moments in Time (21 page)

My boyfriend.
God, I loved it when he said that, even when there was no one else to hear.
Boyfriend.

“So….”

He turned on his side, exposing every beautiful line of his body. He could be the life model for an art studio. Any artist would be able to sketch and paint him forever and never tire of it. I never tired of looking. Tanner didn’t know, but some mornings I’d wake before him and just watch him sleep. I loved to see his chest rising and falling, see his eyelids twitch as he dreamed. My favorite part was spooning behind him. Even half-awake he’d grind his ass against me, letting out soft, sleepy moans. When I’d reach around, I was always greeted by a large erection, happy to see me. Stroking him like that, warm from sleep, my cock sandwiched against his back, was my favorite way to start any day. Touching him while I humped his ass somehow felt like I was jerking off both of us at the same time. It was hot and sexy and made me feel immersed in our love.

“Do I get to see this tattoo or not?”

I’d left my pants unzipped. I removed my shirt and draped it on the desk chair. Tanner’s eyes locked on mine, and I could see how excited he was. His pupils were huge and black like they always were when he wanted something. Moving closer, I let my pants fall open wider. I could tell by his expression when he’d gotten his first glimpse.

He inched toward the edge of the bed, examining the design. “A phoenix?”

“It’s a symbol of rebirth and new beginnings.”

Tanner’s finger ran in a gentle path just outside the area that stung. It tickled, but at the same time, I wanted his hands on me any and everywhere. His head turned to the side, sending that silky curtain of dark hair sweeping across his face. He tucked it behind his ear and sucked in a breath.

“The date.”

My cheeks heated. “Yeah. It’s just a reminder.”

He smoothed his finger up the midline of my chest, then over my collarbone, tracing the hollow, then trailing higher and cupping my face. “That was the best day of my life.”

“Why?” I needed to know why he thought it was so important.

He pushed my hair back, away from my face, and held it there with both hands. “Because that’s the day that you and I became us.”

I’m sure my heart was actually still in my chest, but it felt like it was in my stomach, in my throat, ready to burst out of me altogether.

Tanner kissed me, soft at first but with strength and passion. I could tell he was afraid to touch anywhere near the tattoo, so instead he focused on my mouth, my neck, stroking my back. It all felt so good, I grew dizzy from the attention.

I reached for Tanner, but he said, “No. Tonight let’s just be about you.”

He climbed out of bed and stood before me, eyes still glued to the tattoo. “What hurts more, standing or lying down?”

“Probably lying down.”

“Good to know. “ He inched me up against the wall, stroking my chest, being careful not to go too near the raw skin. His fingers made quick work of what was left of my zipper, and he went onto his knees to remove my pants. I tried to help but hissed when I bent. “Don’t,” he said. “Let me take care of everything.”

So I did. I backed up against the wall, resting my head against the cool smooth paint, and waited. Tanner took his time. Caressing my legs, slipping his fingers between my thighs to tease my ass and taint. Then he went to work on my foreskin. Generally we just used it to stroke, then slicked it down and out of the way when we meant business. Tonight he decided my foreskin was the business. He rolled it up past the crown of my cock, then ran the pads of his fingers around the sensitive fold of skin. My cock swelled, begging to be the main attraction. With a gentle grip, he lightly pinched the skin between his thumb and index finger, giving a little tug that sent electric zips straight to my balls. Jesus, Tanner. Where’d he learn that? Holding my cock with one hand, he used the other to dip his finger inside my foreskin and trace the wetness that had accumulated. The tip of my cock strained against his fingers as I struggled to keep breathing.

By the time he finally, blissfully decided to show me some mercy, I was so revved up I could barely see straight. With one painstakingly slow stroke, he unrolled the skin, stretching it over my swollen length, pulling it taut enough that I sucked in a sharp breath when the bit just under the head got a solid tug. His thumb went straight there. He knew that was my favorite spot to be rubbed. I could come from touching just that one tiny area, massaging those nerve endings, feeling the come bubble up the length of my shaft.

He moved so slowly and intently it killed me to wait. I wanted to buck, but he slammed a hand onto my chest, holding me steady against the wall. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “Your tattoo will hurt. All I want you to feel is pleasure.”

“I do.”

“Not yet….”

The gleam in his eye made me groan. He dropped to his knees once more and took a long, slow lick. The wetness combined with the breeze of the fan felt electric. He licked the sides, the top, the base, then huffed to mix his warm breath with the cool air. My cock twitched like mad, begging to be stroked or sucked or fucked—anything—desperate for release.

Tanner traced a finger over my hip bone, just under the ink. “So fucking sexy. Not to mention that you’re the first tattooed guy I’ve ever been with.”

I grinned. I loved being his first anything. I always thought of Tanner as so much more experienced than me. Doing firsts together seemed like the coolest thing I could possibly offer him.

Holding my hip steady with a firm hand, Tanner sank his mouth down onto my cock. He swallowed it whole, till the head bumped the back of his throat. No gagging, just a sensual moan that almost had me shooting the second I heard it.

Up and down he licked and swiveled, using his hands along the shaft while his tongue twirled and lapped at the precome flowing out of me. I couldn’t last much longer. “Tanner, I can’t… I need… I have to.”

“So come,” he said, leisurely sliding my dick back into his superwet mouth. He sucked harder, drawing me all the way in, still licking circles against the underside.
Jesus. Can’t last. Too good.
I clawed at the wall, finding nothing, then sank my hands into Tanner’s silky mane. Tangling my fingers in his hair released its coconut-lime scent, and I was surrounded by him. His fingers, his mouth, his aroma. It overwhelmed me. My cock was thick and full, ready to burst. With three final pumps into that beautiful mouth, I exploded, straight down his throat. I felt him swallow, knew he was sucking every last drop from me, but it was too much to keep up with and some ran down his chin. I wiped it with my finger, then pulled him up to my mouth, sliding the finger between his lips before I ravished him with my mouth.

His dick was rock hard, jutting from his shorts. I started stroking without even bothering to take his pants the rest of the way off. I loved the way he looked with a huge erection sticking out of his clothes. Like he was so desperate and so consumed by the need for sex, he’d forgotten the most basic skills like how to disrobe.

I stroked him fast, knowing how close he was to coming, then stopped, releasing his dick the moment before I knew he’d come. He groaned in disappointment, but he’d taught me the stop-and-go game. Taught me too well. I could do it for hours, sensing each time he was about to orgasm and stopping all stimulation until he settled down enough to wait. Cruel while you’re doing it, but so worth the reward.

That moment when you don’t have to wait another second and you finally let go—it’s unreal. Like every orgasm you managed to tamp down is now bursting to get out along with all its other orgasm buddies. The amount of come is doubled, tripled, or more, like you could keep shooting forever and not run out. Pass Go. Collect $200. Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

I edged him four times. Each time his moans of protest grew louder. I distracted him by sucking his nipples. Nipping his neck. Kissing him hard and fast until he’d whimper. I never thought of myself as controlling, but when it came to orgasms, I loved giving them but loved it even more if they were superintense and entirely on my terms.

“Collin, please. Now.”

He was about to burst. I could feel it. Every inch of his body seemed taut, tensed, stretched to its limit. I pumped him faster, the way he liked to stroke himself when he was ready. In half-a-dozen strokes I heard the groan that tipped the balance. The ridges of his cock swelled and pulsed. I got my mouth on him just in time to swallow his load, sucking him deep into my throat so he could finish in the warmth and safety of my mouth.

“Holy Christ, Collin. Where do you learn this shit?”

“I seem to remember someone encouraging me to watch porn.”

“Damn, I give good advice.”

We both laughed. “You’re a fucking genius.”

“I am. We didn’t even fuck up a single sheet, which means no laundry tomorrow.”

“You’re without question the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Dork. I’m the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Still the best.”

I cringed as I sat down on the bed.

“Hurt that much?”

“Feels pinchy. Like a bad sunburn. I think I better lie on my back, not my side. Too much pulling.”

“Good idea,” Tanner scooted to his side of the bed, propping pillows against the wall, then propping another near him. “Try this.”

I lay down on the pillow with my head resting near his stomach. I could hear his heart beating in the background, steady and even. I closed my eyes, knowing I could fall asleep like this. Any position that involved our bodies touching was fine with me for sleeping. I liked the constant reminder that he was there with me.

Tanner snuggled deeper into the pillows, then started to run his fingers through my hair, lightly scraping my scalp with his short nails. The orgasm had felt amazing, but somehow this felt better. I sighed and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation. Tanner warm beneath my head, his taste coating my mouth, his fingers caressing my scalp. Nothing had ever felt that soothing, that relaxing, that incredibly blissful.

I didn’t want it to ever end.

“W
OOF
.”

I was sure that’s what I heard the guy in the black T-shirt say after he stamped my hand. One of the bouncers whispered something in response, and they all nodded and chuckled.

I leaned closer to Tanner as we made our way through the crowd. “Did that guy just bark at me?”

Tanner grinned. “Yep. That’s gay for he thinks you’re hot.”

“Oh.” My cheeks prickled.

Tanner slid his hand across my back and tugged me toward him as we kept moving. Leaning in close, his mouth grazed my ear. “He’s right.”

His warm breath made me tingle from head to toe. The urge to pull away from him stiffened my shoulders, but as I glanced around the crowd, I realized no one here would care. Two guys leaning against the bar had their hands in each other’s back pockets. Two others were dancing on one of the raised platforms, in full view of everyone, moving together like their dicks were magnets that couldn’t be pulled apart. No one stared. No one pointed. I didn’t even see any sideways glances.

Tanner’s lips moved near my ear again. “You okay?”

It was too loud to talk, so I nodded.

“You want a drink, or you want to dance?”

The sound of his voice vibrated through me, making the hairs on my arms stand at attention.
Dance?
Before I could answer, I heard a familiar shriek.

“Birthday boy!” Seconds later Wendy had catapulted herself into my arms and planted a mushy kiss on my cheek. “Twenty-one! Wooo!”

“Hey, when did you get here?”

“I caught the early ferry. Dex texted me and told me everyone was meeting up here to celebrate, but I haven’t seen anyone else yet.”

Even though she was yelling, it was hard to hear, but I could tell Tanner had made out what she’d said. He shot me a look and a subtle headshake. “I think they’re on their way. We just got here too. This place is a madhouse.”

“I know. But I managed to get the bartender’s attention.” She shimmied her boobs and they jiggled in her low-cut tank. I was pretty sure she’d had at least a few drinks while she was waiting. “What are you drinking, Collin? Birthday booze is on me.”

Tanner nodded, and I knew he wanted me to keep Wendy busy so he could scan the crowd and see if Dex or Maggie had made an appearance yet. Why would Dex tell Wendy to meet them here, then not show up? He couldn’t be that stupid. Or that mean. Could he?
Shit.

Wendy gave a little jump and propped herself up on the bar like a gymnast on the uneven parallels. The bartender saw her and threw her a devilish grin. “You ready for another already?”

“Sure am. And I need drinks for my two fuck-hot friends. Card the one in the blue shirt. It’s his birthday.” She winked at me.

“Happy birthday, man. What can I get you?”

I had no idea. Tanner was still looking around. He shrugged at me, so I guessed there was no sign of Dex. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

“Me too,” Tanner said, stepping behind me. His hand rubbed against my back and the tingles returned. I glanced around, still nervous that someone would see. All I saw was a tall blond guy leaning in to kiss the heavily tattooed, very beefy other bartender on the lips. My jaw dropped. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t help it. Right there, in front of a packed club of people, a guy who could have been a model for anything from designer underwear to imported vodka was making out with a guy who looked more like a bouncer than a bartender. And no one seemed to notice.

When I finally managed to look away, what I noticed was Tanner. The lopsided smile on his face told me he knew exactly what I’d been looking at. His hand was still on my back, and his fingers pressed into my side. I moved closer.

“Sex on the Beach with beer chasers. Courtesy of the lovely lady.” The bartender lined up three rocks glasses of some dark red concoction and three tall-neck Rolling Rocks.

“Sex on the Beach?” Tanner said to Wendy, eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re a walking cliché.”