Chapter 14
Gordon
Alarm ran through me at the tears sliding down Beau’s cheeks. My first thought was that I had hurt him in some way and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew my dick was a tad on the larger side which was the reason I kept asking him if he was okay. Hell, seeing the tears hurt. I realized then how much he meant to me and not just the sex. If the sex wouldn’t work, there were other things we could do. Fuck, I’d even bottom for him permanently if that was what he wanted. I just wanted the tears to stop and the smile to return.
“Beau, I’m sorry,” I said, running my hands up his naked torso. He really was beautiful. “We can stop if you want. We don’t have to do this.”
Instead of responding, he leaned forward and tucked his face into the crook of my shoulder and neck. I was still buried deep inside him and would have wanted him to get up, but I was afraid if I made the wrong move, I would hurt him more. The poor thing was shuddering against me. One of his hands clung to my shoulder, his blunt nails digging into my flesh.
“I just need a moment,” he said, dragging in a deep breath. “I promise you I don’t want to stop.”
“But you’re crying. I hate that. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” he whispered. “Just hold me for a few minutes till it passes. I promise you I’ll be fine.”
It wasn’t the sex. I was hit right then by Beau's words that his reaction just now was more than me being inside him. Something bothered him enough for him to cry during our sex, and I wanted to know, but I couldn’t pry. If he wanted me to know, he would tell me. I too had my secrets and wouldn’t want him to ask about them until I was good and ready to share. So, I just held him, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling the vulnerability in this man. Seeing his melt-down moment somehow made him more human to me. He'd acted so fucking perfect all this time, but he wasn't. That drew me closer to him than anything else could have.
The seconds ticked by before he raised his head. He looked at my chest instead of at me. “I’m sorry,” he said then gave a shaky laugh. “Here you were so worried you would ruin everything, and I just did.”
I couldn’t resist shifting my hips and showing him just how everything was not ruined. “Hey, we can do this another time,” I told him. “We don’t have to make love the first time we confirm our relationship.”
He glanced at me then and lowered his head to kiss me. “I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you’re mine.”
If he had thought his tears had been a cold douse of water on our passion, he was mistaken. I kissed him back, feeling the saltiness of his tears on his lips. Cupping the back of his head, I released his lips and kissed his cheeks, chasing away the evidence of his tears. He shifted, his feet firmly planted on the bed, and while he continued kissing me, he moved up and down my rod. I groaned into his mouth, biting his lip at the sensation of his tightness clinging to my cock with each of his movements. I curled my toes under and fought to maintain posture.
“Oh yes,” I moaned, running my hands over his back. “That’s so good, Beau.”
“Yeah?” he gasped and rose so all but the tip of my cock remained inside his body. “And now? Do you like this now?”
He was moving with more speed up and down my shaft. I clutched the bed sheets, blowing hard at the slapping sound of his ass cheeks into my pelvis. He reached down to roll my nipples between his fingers and that action intensified what I felt.
He rolled his hips with each movement, rotating on my cock. He bit his lower lip, his face full of his enjoyment of our loving. The desire to lead overcame me and I took hold of his round ass. I squeezed and released his buns, loving the hard muscles.
I rolled us over onto the bed, so he was directly under me. I removed my dick and reached for more lube. I coated the condom and dipped my index and middle finger into his hole. I fingered him harder than I had before. The way he had just bounced on my cock, he was not a delicate flower about to break.
Still, I wanted our first time to be memorable for him. I didn’t want us thinking about his tears when we reminisced about this night. He raised his legs in the air, and I fed him my length. My balls clenched at the sight of my cock, red with excitement slipping into his hole. I’d used a lot of lube, and I slid right through until my balls bounced against the underside of his ass. He moaned and looped his arms around his legs.
“You okay, Beau?” I asked him as I inched out.
“Oooh,” he moaned and garbled nonsense that I took to mean he was quite fine.
I couldn’t resist touching and caressing him as I worked my hips, pumping into him with slow, deep strokes. His moans filled the bedroom, mingled with my shallow breathing. Each plunge into him had the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Oh God, Gordon!” he cried out and lost his grip on his legs. I caught them, wrapping them around me as I leaned forward to lie on top of him instead of kneeling between his legs. He locked his legs behind my back and captured my lips with his. We kissed hard, breathing into each other’s mouth. Our teeth knocked together, jarring. I sucked his tongue, deepening the kiss while I increased the pace I had set before. He wrapped his arms around my body and we grinded against each other, him raising his hips to meet each thrust.
“Fuck, Beau you feel so good,” I groaned against his lips, forehead against his, staring into his smoky eyes as I continued thrusting into him. I loved hearing his breathy gasps and the deep moans that rumbled from his chest. I was further turned on by the way his tongue would lash out to lick his lips. Then he bit the corner of his lip, and his face scrunched up a little as I fucked him harder.
With one last kiss, I raised off his frame and took his cock in my hand. I thrust deep into him, angling my hips the way I had done my fingers to set him over the edge. I cupped his sacs and massaged before running my hand back to grasp his cock. I pumped with my hand to match the rhythm of my hips.
I stared down at this gorgeous man beneath me, moaning and writhing and knew this was what I had been created for. No, not to fuck but to become one with a man who I could feel creeping into my heart. There was a lot more I needed to know about him, and I was sure with time, I would find out. But, looking down at him, at his flushed body and the rapt wonder on his face, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.
Mine. The word rolled around in my mind. Beau was mine, and after this, I couldn’t let him go. I didn’t care how my life would change. I needed him, I needed this between us. Not with anyone one else. Beau. Incensed with thoughts of this man, I pumped his dick faster and picked up the pace. I was driving into him so hard, but I kept watch of his face for any glimpse of discomfort. I saw none but the look of a man being satisfied the way he wanted.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” I told him, so caught up in our lovemaking that the endearment just sort of happened. I didn’t regret it one bit. I grabbed hold of his legs and draped them over my shoulders, firming my stance on the bed.
“Gordon,” he choked at the first hard thrust ramming into his body. “Oh God! Do it again.”
I was mindful of my strokes even as I gave him what he seemed to crave. At the back of my mind still niggled the little thought that I may hurt him. His moans and cries dispelled the notion. My thrusts were consistent and deep inside him. His hands pumped at his cock in rapid motions. “Fuck! I’m coming!” he groaned, his hand working even faster. I drove into him as far as I could go, hitting that spot that had driven him wild earlier. He gasped, his body stiffening. His eyes actually rolled over so I could see only the whites. His body jerked as though in convulsions. I was so caught up in the beauty of his climax I almost missed mine.
The automatic clench and release hold of his ass tugged at my cock. One stroke. Two strokes. A thin stream of his cum shot in the air. I stiffened, clutching hard onto his thighs, my head thrown back, sweat beading my body. I clenched my teeth to stop the cry from my lips, but it didn’t work.
“Oh god, Beau!” I grunted. Vaguely I felt his fingers tweaking my nipples. I shuddered against him and on the last minute, pulled out of him and ripped the condom off. I grasped my cock into my hand, pulling at the base and directed the stream of my cum onto his stomach. I pumped my cock again and groaned, my ass clenching as another spurt flew forward, spraying his chest.
“Fuck!” I cried and slumped backward on my haunches to allow the shakes to disappear. I sighed in contentment, and my entire body turned to jelly. I glanced at Beau to see his reaction and found him smiling in languor.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him, remembering his tears earlier.
“Need you ask? We’ve made a mess of the bed.”
I glanced down at us and reached for the towel. Now I knew why he had brought it although I hadn’t been sure earlier. I wiped up the stickiness of cum as much as I could but feared I did no better a job at it than before I tried to clean up.
“That’s not going to help,” he said, taking the towel from me and pulling me down onto him for a kiss. I was lying on top of him, and he tangled our legs together. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me hard.
“Thanks, it was amazing,” he said, his face serious. “And now we’ll take a bath, and we’ll be brand new again.”
He climbed off the bed, and I didn’t miss his slight wince. I swallowed hard. I took the towel with me, and the condom wrapper and I trailed him into the bathroom. The space was much smaller than ours. I disposed of the waste materials while he ran the water to fill up the tub.
I snagged him around the waist and pulled him into me with his back to my chest. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “Stay still and let me see to the bath.”
I doubted his tub was big enough for both of us, but he insisted that it could work. We ended up with me climbing in first and then Beau sitting in my lap. I wasn’t complaining as it felt good having him so close to me. The water was warm and soothing and hopefully making his bum feel better.
“This is nice,” he said, yawning and resting against my chest.
I shook my head and smiled. “Do you always make it a habit sleeping after sex?”
He tilted his head to grin sheepishly at me. “Pretty much but I’ll try to stay awake, so you don’t run out on me again.”
“I promise I won’t,” I said, then lowered my voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” He ran a hand over my thigh. “How was it?”
“Hmm. Let me think.”
He aimed a slap at my thigh which startled me more than hurt. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean to slap you!” he apologized, jerking back so suddenly that he splashed water over the rim of the tub onto the floor.
“It’s fine,” I told him, puzzled at his reaction. I understood he was just playing. “Hey, come back against me. I like the way you feel so close to me.”
His shoulders slumped, and he settled against me. Silence reigned between us and the minutes ticked by. I wanted to ask him about why he cried earlier. Why did he freak out just now because he had slapped me playfully? Did he think I would have been mad at him? I frowned, wishing I knew more about him.
“I was kidding,” I said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t need time to think. I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone else. This is about the corniest thing I'll ever say but thanks to you, I understand now what the term heaven on earth means.”
He fiddled with the water, creating small splashes that sometimes spilled onto the floor. I groaned. “Beau, if you don’t stop that, we’re going to have a mess to clean up when we get out of this tub.”
He stopped but slumped heavily against me. I could feel the tension in his body. Whatever he was struggling to get out of his system, I wouldn’t like it.