The Glass Knot-mmf (2 page)

There
was a long, thought-filled pause.

“But
we don’t know anyone who would be suitable,” Nick said eventually with a sigh.
“I work from home and you work with a bunch of burly guys. And let’s face it,
even if we both worked with hordes of women, finding one who would be willing
to go to bed with a gay man, just so he had the experience of fucking a woman,
would be pretty slim.”

I
shrugged. “I know, in fact, it’s virtually impossible which make this whole
conversation hypothetical.” It was time to get back to just being us and take
Her out of our special evening. I dropped my gaze downwards, as if undressing
him with my eyes and said in a lowered voice, “Besides, you keep me more than
satisfied, in every department.”

“I’m
glad to hear it,” he said, draining the last of his champagne and giving me the
lopsided grin I adored, the one that dimpled his left cheek, right in the
center and made him look so damn sexy. “But just so we’re clear, and I’ve said
this before, we may be committed to one another, but if the opportunity arises
for you to lose your virginity in the conventional sense, then you have my
blessing. It might be tomorrow, it might be years from now, but I’m there for
you when it does, one hundred percent.”

“Thank
you, but the chance of Her existing are pretty remote.”

“She
could be in Marbella right now, you never know, Josh.”

Once
again I looked out at the inky expanse of ocean. Beyond the horizon lay Africa,
with all of its exotic scents and sights, taste and delights. I’d experienced a
small section of the vast continent as a tourist, though Nick, before we’d met,
had traveled it extensively with Cheryl. They’d toured all over the West Coast,
she’d been a doctor and he was an architect. They’d spent a couple of years
helping set up hospitals in the poorest countries. And then he’d met me, one
night in a bar in Notting Hill and acknowledged that he was gay. The marriage
had come to an abrupt end.

Occasionally
I felt bad about it, but I knew it wasn’t my fault. Nick had made his own
decisions, and ultimately Cheryl was a happier woman now. We met up
occasionally, with Cheryl. Nick stayed in touch and liked to ensure she had
everything she needed. Although why he worried I had no idea, being that she
was now a professor and married to a world class ophthalmologist. She had
everything she wanted and more, including three children. Nick meeting me had
saved her from a life that revolved around a lie.

“Anything
else, sir?” a waiter asked, appearing at our side and directing the question at
Nick.

Nick
glanced at me. “No, I think we’re done. Just the bill, please.”

His
foot touched my calf, just the tip of his summer shoe, and I knew he was
thinking the same as me. After an evening of champagne and fine dining, and
with a luxury suite awaiting us at The Peniche Hotel, there was only one thing
left on the agenda.

Sex.

Nick
paid the bill, and we wandered back down the pier, hand in hand.

“I
love walking with you like this,” Nick said, squeezing my fingers. “It’s so
nice to be able to do it without wondering what people will be saying in the
paper-shop five minutes later.”

“I
know.” I brought his hand to my mouth and brushed his knuckles over my lips. “I
adore living in Little Mickleton, but it would be nice if people were a bit
more open-minded.”

“I
think they’re pretty used to us by now.”

“Yeah,
you’re probably right.”

The
stroll back to the hotel along the promenade was peppered with curiosities
demanding our attention. A man dressed as a Roman Emperor and sprayed entirely
in gold paint stood like a statue, moving only when children dropped cents into
his urn. Another dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow, posed for photographs, Nick
couldn’t resist. We stood for ten minutes and admired an enormous and incredibly
intricate sandcastle before dropping several Euros into the artist’s green plastic
bucket.

Keen
as we were to get one another naked, the beauty of having been together so long
was knowing that it
would
happen. The anticipation, the togetherness
beforehand, was all part of the seduction.

Finally
we reached our room. It was spacious and minimal, the bed enormous and covered
in a cream and gold eiderdown, the piping on the delicate brocade a vibrant red.
A huge expanse of glass opened onto a balcony, and when Nick flung open the
doors the distant roar of the waves rolled upwards and filled the room,
bringing with it salty air and the shrill call of a gull.

“I’m
going to freshen up,” Nick said, toeing off his shoes and catching my eye in
the mirror. “Make sure you’re naked when I get back.”

“Aye,
aye, Captain,” I said giving a mock salute.

He
grinned and disappeared into the en-suite.

After
quickly checking my mobile for messages—none—I turned off my cell.
I shucked off my beige shorts and checked shirt and tossed them onto the chair.
I didn’t wear boxers or any other type of underwear. It was a habit I’d adopted
years ago, not long after I met Nick and they kept getting ripped from my body;
now I just went without.

Sliding
between the cool, Egyptian sheets, I sighed in contentment and waited for my
lover. My dick was hard just thinking about his hot, granite body against mine,
in mine
. I locked my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling,
resisted the temptation to start without him.

Luckily
I didn’t have to wait long. The en-suite door opened and Nick stepped out,
gloriously naked and his beautiful cock bouncing upwards from his wiry bush of
black pubic hair. My heart rate skipped up a notch as he flicked off the light,
allowing the moonlight to filter over the bed in a ghostly glow.

Throwing
back the covers, I exposed my body, showing him my engorged need.

“You
want the final part of your anniversary present?” he asked in a low, husky
voice, his gaze scanning me from my toes to my head.

“Bring
it on,” I said, fisting my shaft and sliding my thumb under the rim of my
cock-head.

He
kneeled on the bed and carefully unpeeled my fingers from my erection.
“Allow me.”

I
squeezed my eyes shut and willed my hips not to jerk upwards as he tapped his
tongue over my slit, scooping up a thick drip of pre-cum.

“My,
you are ready for it,” he whispered, working the tip of his tongue over my glans
in a zigzag pattern.

“Oh,
yes, that’s it,” I moaned. I turned my head on the pillow and ran my fingers
over his short hair. “Oh, Nick, you do it so good to me.”

He
didn’t answer. In response he sank low, taking me on a perfect deep-throated
ride. His mouth was warm and soft and his tongue a deep, strong groove that
hugged my shaft. When he bobbed so low my glans touched the back of his throat
I groaned, drawn out and luxuriously, loving the way the sound mixed with the
crashing of the sea; it was so erotic and at one with nature, a wave of wet
sensations and needy emotions.

He
sucked back up, and his fingers joined the party, exploring and caressing the
base of my shaft. He cupped my balls and squeezed gently, rolling them within
their loose, wrinkled skin.

I
groaned again and willed control. Nick’s skillful fingers combined with his
talented mouth could easily have me reaching the finish line early, and I
didn’t want that.

“Do
you want me to fuck you?” Nick asked, his warm breath breezing over my belly
and cooling my saliva-wet shaft.

“Yes,
oh, yes.”

“Good,
because I’m going to. I’m going to fuck your ass so hard. So hard to show you
how much I love you.” As he spoke he circled a lubed finger around the tight
rim of my anus.

I
trembled, as I always did, just before he penetrated me. The anticipation of
the pleasure I knew he could give was almost unbearable.

He
sank back down on my cock, sucking and rippling his tongue. At the same time he
delved one long, strong finger into my tightly puckered hole.

I
gasped and stretched my legs wider across the mattress. Drew up my knees, and
offered myself to him, as completely open as I could be.

One
finger turned into two. He tunneled and probed, stroking over my prostate in a
teasing, tickling way. I bucked my hips for more, my breaths coming in short,
sharp gasps. Behind my tightly shut eyelids fireworks exploded. The need to
grab that first step to orgasm raged through me and I struggled to control it.

His
mouth was busy, so was his tongue. My cock pulsed against his palate, the veins
so engorged they ached. When he added a third finger I feared I might come. My
bollocks were retracting, burying themselves up into the base of my shaft, the
pressure inside boiling up to a bubbling throb.

“Oh,
God, Nick, please, be careful, I’m going to…”

He
must have heard the desperation in my voice for he eased the wild fretting of
his tongue and slowed his wicked, pumping fingers.

I
grabbed a deep breath and sought my control once more. Found it, just, and hung
on.

“Come
here,” I said, tugging at his shoulders, “Please, come here.”

Keeping
his fingers buried in my ass and scissoring gently, he released my cock and began
to spread kisses up over my flat belly, dipping into the indentation of my navel
then licking up toward my nipples.

“I
want you so much,” I said breathlessly. “Nick, please, fuck me, hurry.”

He
responded by giving my right nipple a sharp bite.

I
fisted the sheet with one hand and gripped his head with the other. The sting
of pain when I was so aroused was an extra blissful sensation. I harnessed the
endorphins the sore spot produced and added them to the heightened state I was basking
in.

He
treated my other nipple to the same bite. Sank his fingers knuckle deep in my
ass, twisting and turning them industriously as he went.

“Ah,
ah,” I panted, arching my back and knocking my hips into his warm, muscular
body.

“Oh,
I love it when you want me so much,” he said, licking his way along the taut
tendons of my neck. “It makes me feel so alive.”

“I
want you all right.” I wrapped my hand around his nape and pulled him in for a
hot, panting kiss. My tongue searching and needy, slippery and desperate.

He
fed me wild kiss for wild kiss. Pumping into me and rubbing my excited prostate
with unrelenting fingertips.

I
tore my mouth from his. “Please, your cock. I want to come with your cock in
me.”

He
stared into my eyes. The silvery glow of the moonlight made his sparkle and
look so brown they appeared black.

Without
a word he pulled his fingers from my tight hole, and sat back on his haunches.
He reached for a tube of lube and quickly greased up his dark, jutting cock.
Had I not been feeling so desperate, I would have snapped forward and done it
for him, but my hunger to have him sinking into my ass was overwhelming and I
wanted nothing to get in the way of Nick fucking me.

I
clutched my kneecaps, drawing my legs up so my thighs were pressed against my
torso.

“That’s
it, baby, just relax,” he said in a growling voice and directed the wide,
mushroomed head of his cock at my up-tilted anus.

Relax!
I was a coiled spring about to unwind—spectacularly.

I
held my breath and studied his face as he pushed in past that first barrier. The
heat of his cock and the chill of the lube was exquisite, a beautiful contrast.
I watched his lips pull back over his teeth and his eyes shut tight. He loved
this first bit, the stretch, the entry, he often told me. So did I. We’d made love
a million times in a million different ways but it was always special, he
always made me feel so adored.

“Ah,
yes, that’s it, fuck, Josh, yeah, squeeze me tight, tighter, yes, yes.” He hissed
in a breath.

I
clamped my anus as he slid in, a smooth glide that filled me to bursting point.
He didn’t stop until his bollocks hit my ass cheeks, the sparse hairs tickly
and the soft skin cool.

My
fingernails dug into my shins, my hips were stretched apart, and as he dropped
his weight to kiss me, my knees clamped against the sides of his torso.

Instead
of setting up a pulling in-and-out rhythm, Nick began to rock, the hard stalk
of his cock massaging my special internal place perfectly, my own shaft trapped
between our bodies.

“You
like your final present?” he asked into my mouth.

“Yes,
yes, oh, God, yes.” I held his cheeks and cupped my palms over his wide, angled
jawline. “Yes, Nick, oh God, I love you so much.”

“And
I love you, more than anything else in the world. Now come for me, come hard
and long, and don’t hold anything back, let me hear how good I, your husband,
makes you feel.”

He
deepened his entry and dropped his weight farther. I gave myself up to him.
Nothing else existed except for Nick and the glorious way he made me come. His
big, solid dick up my ass, and the coarse hairs on his abdomen scraping
deliciously over my engorged shaft was my own personal heaven.