Chapter Eleven

Roland had impeccable taste. I was quickly beginning to realize that. His office was understated and well decorated. He wore suits and took immense care of himself, as evidenced by the way his muscles were highlighted in everything that he wore. He had a German-manufactured car whose engine purred when he started it up. His house was as equally well designed as his office has been.

He opened the door and as eager as I had been to kiss him and then some in his office, that had mostly faded away. The fire coursing through my veins had been tamed for the moment. He walked over to the kitchen and pulled two glasses out.

“Red or white?”

“Red,” I said.

As Roland started pouring the wine, I walked around his less than humble abode. He had quite obviously meant it when he had said that he preferred a modern touch. Every surface had a modern finish, all sealed hardwood and sparkling stainless steel. On the far end of his lounge was the door to the garden. The closer I got, the more I wanted to see. I slid the door open, happy to find that it was unlocked and stepped out onto the patio.

The work of my next best friend was obvious. The garden had been designed to host a variety of events. There was soft, spongy grass for a dog to roll around in. An area on the far left told me that there was preparation for her, a doghouse included. The patio was lit by fairy lights, wrapped around the wood of the awning overhead. Vines were growing across it, tendrils I could tell had been placed there to offer a natural feel in stark contrast to the style of the inside of the house. A barbecue area had been put up on the far right, complete with an outside patio suite. The whole thing could be covered up in case of bad weather with a pull-out fiberglass casing. All around were flowers, though. There was one singular tree near the doghouse, but bushes blossoming with colors and scents of all kind scattered around the place. The entire combination beneath the fairy lights made the place look like some kind of magical, enchanted forest.

Roland appeared beside me with a glass of red wine. He had chosen the same for himself. “She did a spectacular job, didn’t she? She came highly recommended and I had seen her work before but that had not quite prepared me for all of this. It’s rather magical.”

“I had thought the very same thing. I have never gotten to see her work outside of photographs. This really is amazing.”

“I want to have Alyssa come in on one of our projects sometime. I think that she can do even more than this. If she set her mind to something with absolutely no limits, she could create a wonderland.”

“You want us to hire Alyssa to create a wonderland?”

“Who knows? Maybe she could create more than one with our help.”

I turned to face him. The candlelight was still the best but he wasn’t too bad beneath fairy lights either. “I think that Alyssa would love that.”

“To our future project with Alyssa?” Roland said, holding his glass in the air.

“To our future projects together.” I raised my own and chinked it lightly against his before sipping the wine. It was lovely.

“Shall we go inside?”

“Sure,” I said.

I followed Roland inside. He kept the sliding door open, allowing for a pleasant breeze to blow through the lounge. We took a seat on the same couch. The cushions could have swallowed me up. I dare not ask how much the suite cost but based on how comfortable it felt, I could forgive nearly any amount.

In the heat of the moment, coming home with Roland had sounded like the perfect idea. Being there, though, was something completely different. We were not kissing anymore. My heart rate had slowed down immensely. Although I wouldn’t say that my breathing had returned to a normal pace, it was better than after we had broken away from one another. I was nervous at being in Roland’s home. We both knew that we had come here for something and that knowledge somehow made me feel more pressure than I wanted to.

“You have a lovely home,” I said to him.

“Thank you. It can be quite lonely at times, though. That was the main reason I wanted to get a dog. Well, that and the fact that I love dogs and have always wanted one. It’s not an easy task getting a dog-friendly city apartment.”

“I can imagine as much. I mean, it wasn’t really easy for me to find a place that I could actually afford to live in with a dog, even here.”

“I meant what I said. You’re always welcome to visit. Hell, you could even accompany me when I go to choose him if you want.”

“I think I would like that.”

We sat in silence for a while, sipping our wine. I was staring out at the garden. As usual, my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. The heated discussion that had taken place between us before Roland had kissed me was still racing around in circles. All the things that he had said kept repeating themselves over and over. I had been wondering if they were what he felt and thought when around me and now I had that answer. They were.

How could I blame him? I had had the same thoughts. We were both distrustful of one another. It didn’t seem like a good foundation to go into a relationship on.

“Stop thinking,” he said. His voice was low. “Come closer to me.”

I watched as he sat his glass down on the coffee table. I did the same and then I did as he said. I moved closer to him. Roland’s arms were strong and muscular as they wrapped themselves around me. He held me close for a while and I found that my thoughts were silent for the moment.

Roland’s hands were steady at first, remaining still. Slowly they began to move, stroking up and down my arms with tan fingertips. I was still wearing my jacket but even so, he may as well have been touching my bare skin for all the sensations his touch was sending through me. My head was resting against his chest and one of his arms was around me. Before long, I did the same thing. I wanted to touch him, too.

I started at his leg, only because I didn’t know what else to do. I felt like a fumbling, awkward teenager. That being said, I felt like an excited and eager teenager, too. I ran my fingertips gently up and down the tops of his thighs, stopping just before I reached the top of his pants before moving back down. I heard him inhale above me and that encouraged me further. Roland shifted somewhat after I had moved my hand up for the third time and my eyes landed on his crotch. I wasn’t imagining the bulge that had formed there.

The only thing that I wanted to do was touch it. It took me a while to pluck up enough courage to actually do it but I did. I moved my hand all the way up, my fingertips trailing over the erection in Roland’s pants. I heard him gasp, felt the bump flex upwards against my touch, and I repeated the same motion once again.

This time, Roland pulled away from me. He got up off of the couch and he was standing for the shortest of moments. He climbed back onto the couch, only this time he moved over me. I repositioned myself, laying back on the couch as his body moved over mine. I had only had a few sips of the wine but the combination of everything including the smell of Roland’s cologne was heady. I felt everything tenfold.

Roland didn’t kiss me like I had wanted him to. Instead, his lips found my jaw. He nipped gently at the skin with his teeth and I tilted my head back, unaware that such a soft touch could make me feel so much desire. My cock was straining against the front of my jeans. Desperate to free it, I did. I didn’t think about it. I just moved my hands between us, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled it out. Roland glanced down between us at the hard length that was standing up on my crotch.

“You have a beautiful cock, Lyle,” he whispered. I had never had a lover speak dirty to me before and I blushed, but at the same time I knew that I wanted more of it. “Honestly, just looking at it makes me want to take it into my mouth.”

“I wouldn’t stop you, Row…” I whispered.

He needed no more encouragement than that. Roland lowered himself, moving down my body. He was on his hands and knees on either side of my legs and looking up at me. I looked into his green eyes as he dipped low, taking the head into his mouth. There was a contrast between our skins that had never been more prominent until that moment. It excited me even more and I felt my hips buck upwards, pushing more of my length into Roland’s mouth.

The movement was involuntary but it caused Roland to move even faster. He opened his mouth and took even more of me into it. He bobbed his head up and down three times before I felt the back of his throat on the head of my cock. I groaned as the pleasure overtook me, every nerve-ending in my body felt like it was tingling as Roland went down on me. Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any better, I felt Roland go even lower.

My eyes were wide as I stared down at him. He had his eyes closed, an expression of complete bliss on his face. It looked like there was nothing he would enjoy more than sucking on my length at that moment. The thought turned me on more than anything ever had before, so much so that I felt a glob of precum slide out of the tip and I knew that it was going straight down his throat.

Roland was the first man to ever deep throat my cock. I felt the warm, moist canal that was his throat tighten and squeeze itself around my girth and it was all I could do to not blow my load right then and there. I shut my eyes, throwing my head back.

“Oh, fu… Roland. That feels so good…” I whimpered.

I both heard Roland moan and felt it, too. The vibrations of his moan while my cock was down his throat were maddening and my hips once again bucked upwards. In the next moment I felt Roland’s hand cupping and massaging my balls, his fingertips squeezing the lumps gently. It was a heavenly combination.

“If you keep going like that, I’m going to cum,” I said. I needed to warn him.

Roland pulled his mouth up off of my cock with a loud slurp and then a popping noise. He replaced it with his hand, stroking the length up and down while he looked at me. It was glistening with his spit.

“I want you, Lyle. I want you to take me.”

The man really didn’t need to ask me twice. I was filled with want and desire for him, burning with it. “Get up. Take your clothes off.”

He did. He got off of me, reluctantly removing his hand from my cock and pulled his blazer off. It landed on the floor and he began unbuttoning his shirt. It took everything in me to not turn into some kind of animal and just rip it open to reveal the expanse of taut, caramel muscle that Roland barely kept concealed beneath it.

I stood from the couch and kicked off my shoes, followed by my jeans and underwear. By the time I had taken my jacket and shirt off, Roland was standing naked. He was beautiful. The one thing he couldn’t hide was the fact that he had the same desire for me as I had for him. The long erection between his legs said everything it needed to. Roland had a trail of brown curls starting from beneath his belly and going downwards. I had never seen anything so attractive.

“I’ll be right back,” Roland said. Glancing back up at his face, I saw that he was blushing under my scrutiny.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To fetch the lube.”

With that he disappeared down a long hallway to the right of the lounge. I swallowed, taking in a deep breath to center myself. I had never been so hot for anyone before. I picked my glass up off of the table and downed the rest of its contents, my mouth feeling suddenly quite dry.

Roland came back after a few moments, his cock bobbing happily between his legs. I noticed that with each step he took, the muscles of his abdomen seemed to ripple. The man could never wear a single item of clothing around me again and I would have been more than happy – although I really, really enjoyed the sight of him in those business suits. He was carrying a tiny bottle which looked like it had never been opened before.

As he came back to me, I cupped Roland’s cheeks and pressed my lips to his. He moaned at the contact, his lips parting invitingly beneath mine. I let my tongue explore his mouth, my eyes closed. When his tongue met mine, it was as if it wanted to go to war. The kiss was heated and Roland’s hands had been moving up and down my torso. I was glad that I had started running again in that very moment. It was when his hand once again found my cock that I couldn’t take it anymore.

I broke away from Roland’s mouth, tugging his lower lip between my teeth softly. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face the couch.

“Bend over,” I whispered.

He did, resting his knees on the edge of the couch. I wasted no time in opening the bottle of lube. Roland was in fantastic shape and his ass was tight. I was tempted to bite it. That was how delicious it looked. Instead, I settled for slapping it, the sound of skin against skin loud in the silent lounge.

I poured a fair amount of lube into my hand and used the other one to spread Roland’s cheeks open. The little hole puckered up at me and I couldn’t wait to slide my cock into it. I used my hand to spread the lube all around his asshole, delighting in the soft moans that were escaping from his mouth. When I decided that I had spread enough of it around, I started sliding the tip of my index finger in and out of the entrance, slow and gentle.

“Oh, Lyle…” Roland said at the first entry.

Leaning forward while I moved my finger in and out, gently easing more of it in at a time, I pressed a kiss to the top of Roland’s back. Before long my finger was moving in and out without an issue. I added a second, pouring lubricant over the hole as I was moving both digits in and out. I could feel Roland tightening around my fingers with each little gasp that he released.

After a while, I added a third finger. I knew that I was larger than the average male – and, no, that didn’t come from my ethnicity – and I wanted it to be as pleasurable for Roland as I knew it was going to be for me. I was generous with the lubricant. Soon all three fingers could slide in and out with ease. I removed them then.

I poured the lube straight onto my cock then. It was cold and I gasped at the first sensation. I was ready to burst. I had not been touched and my cock was aching for relief. I used my hand to stroke my cock, sighing softly as I worked the lubricant all over it. For good measure, I spread Roland’s ass cheeks and poured on a little more before setting the small bottle down on the table with the wine glasses.

“I’m going to take you now, Roland,” I said.

Roland made no sound but he nodded his approval. I used my hands to once again spread him open and then began to guide the head of my cock to his entrance. Once again I got to witness the contrast between our skins and it was one of the best things I had ever seen. I slid the head in, imagining the soft pop of it. Roland moaned and edged backward, pushing his ass to me.

I moved slowly, despite his eagerness. I held the shaft of my cock; gently pressing the head inwards and then pulling it back out again. Eventually a little more of my shaft slid in without me having to try. I pressed further and more of my cock slid into Roland’s ass. I groaned, each of my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

He felt amazing around me. It was warm and tight and I was barely able to hold myself together. I pressed forward the rest of the way, sliding balls deep into Roland and I heard him cry out as I did. I moved my hands to his hips, grabbing onto them and holding onto them. I held him and stayed still like that for a while, allowing him to adjust to my cock. I could feel it twitching inside him, tingling.

“More,” Roland whispered. His head was buried in the cushions of the couch and I had nearly missed what he had said. He raised his head, saying it louder. It was almost a cry. “More. I want more of you, Lyle. Take me.”

So I did. My hands still on his hips, I used them for leverage as I began thrusting in and out of him. He spread his thighs further out on the couch at some point, giving me the fantastic view of his asshole being spread again and again around my cock. It was overwhelming and once again I felt drunk.

Roland was moaning on each and every one of my thrusts, his voice husky as he cried out each time I shoved my length into him all the way. It turned me on more than anything. I moved one of my hands around his body, wrapping it around his shaft. I wanted to give him even more pleasure, I wanted to hear him. I stroked the length and to my immense desire, he gave me exactly what I wanted. He was crying out now on each thrust, his body moving wildly beneath him. I was certain that if I had stood still, he would have slid his ass up and down my length all on his own.

As it was, I was so close to my orgasm to merely remain still. I thrust into him even faster, harder than I had ever taken anyone before. I felt the moisture of his climax all over my hand before I had reached my own. He whimpered my name over and over, leaning lower into the couch as he spurted his cum all over my hand. I continued to stroke him, gentler now, as I thrust in and out of him.

I let go only moments after he had reached his orgasm. I threw my head back, my mouth open in a cry I didn’t have the energy to release. My cock throbbed as it spurted into his ass.

Finally, I withdrew from him, my length already soft by the time I had pulled out. Roland fell onto his side on the couch, laying down there. His eyes were closed but there was a smile on his face that told me he was experiencing pure bliss. If he had opened them, he would have known that the same expression was etched on my own face. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

There was nothing for it. My energy had been spent and I was dehydrated. I turned and picked up the second glass of wine that stood on the table, downing it, too.

I turned around, expecting to be reprimanded for having finished Roland’s wine, but Roland’s chest was rising and dropping steadily. He was breathing too deeply for him to be awake. I smiled and bent down, lifting him up off of the couch. Roland wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I carried him to the bedroom, laying him down in his bed. I went to the en suite bathroom and found a washcloth, rinsing it beneath warm water. I went back out and cleaned him off as much as I could.

Unsure of what more to do with myself, I decided to take a shower. I didn’t want to leave Roland on his own – both because I was afraid he would awaken wondering where I was and because I wanted the chance to get to sleep beside him for the first time after having made love with him.

I climbed into bed beside him after the shower. He looked peaceful in sleep. I pressed my body against his back and held him close to me, my arm wrapped lightly around his waist. I pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck before I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.