Chapter 33

 

By the time they ended their walk, it was late and Rico couldn't wait to be alone with Mitch. Rico could hardly keep his hands off him as he drove.

As soon as they were in front of the house, Rico was all over him. They kissed in the car, in the driveway, on the porch and crashed through the front door in each other's arms.

Too deep into the kiss to stop or even to take a breath, they couldn't make it up the stairs. Finally they pulled apart so they could rush upstairs and to Mitch's bedroom.

Kissing again, they pushed the bedroom door closed with their bodies. For a while they stayed there with Mitch pressing him into the door as Rico groped his gorgeous physique.

For a long moment, Mitch stared at him wordlessly and his blue eyes raked Rico's body. Pinning him with his fierce gaze, Mitch dragged his hand down Rico's throat and started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Too impatient to let Mitch strip him in peace, Rico wanted more of him right now. A fistful of his t-shirt in one hand, Rico pulled him closer so he could keep kissing Mitch while he was stripping him.

Mitch yanked the shirt off him then gripped the back of his neck to bring him in for a deeper kids. Pushing his other hand down the back of his jeans, rubbing up and down the crack of his ass, Mitch teased him. At the sensation, Rico moaned around Mitch's tongue and pushed into him, grinding, needing him.

Mitch swung him around them pushed him toward the bed. Rico toed off his shoes and saw Mitch do the same. Mitch's shirt was off in a flash and then he lifted Rico by the backs of his thighs and threw him on the bed.

Rico laughed and got even harder than he already was. Hurriedly he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. He was going to get out of his jeans, but Mitch was faster and ripped then down his legs.

"Yours too," Rico demanded as he started to take his own boxers off.

"You're wearing red boxers," Mitch noticed as he unzipped.

In the throes of arousal, Rico kind of forgot that. "Oh, yeah."

"Don't touch them," Mitch ordered him. "I'm taking then off you."

"Yes, sir," Rico said and pulled his hands away.

"Now you're just being bad," Mitch told him.

"Come and punish me really, really hard," Rico challenged him.

"Oh, I will," Mitch said and gave him an absolutely evil look before he leaned down and buried his face where the waistband of Rico's boxers stretched low on his abs.

Rico moaned and gasped and felt Mitch pull his boxers down very slowly and then let his beard and his parted lips brush over the skin he exposed. He kept going like that until he exposed Rico's jutting cock then he stopped and slid the boxers off him.

Panting, Rico waited for him to continue where he left off, but Mitch merely discarded his red boxers and came to hover over him, face to face, but not kissing him or touching him anywhere. Rico ran his hands over his bulging biceps then his chest.

"You know you're incredible, right?" Rico told him.

"Compliments won't save you," Mitch told him sternly and Rico had to laugh. He was so turned on, be could come from just looking at this man. But Mitch had other things in store for him before he would let him have his release.

Mitch dipped his head and touched his mouth to Rico's briefly. Right away, he rose, breaking contact, drawing an unhappy moan from Rico. Pushing himself on his arms, Mitch lowered his face to Rico's chest to kiss one of his nipples then the other. They were soft kisses with no bite or suction that Rico craved.

Too soon, Mitch moved on, kissing his way down the center of his chest. His hands caressed Rico's sides as he kissed his abs then veered off toward his hip. He didn't so much as graze Rico's cock with a stray touch of his hand. He continued to Rico's thigh, lifting it to kiss the inside of his knee, his calf and down to his instep.

Rico groaned as Mitch lips sent sparks up the whole length of his body. At the same time the press of his lips felt so painfully far away from where he needed him.

Switching to Rico's other leg, Mitch reversed his path and still didn't go near his cock. Skin prickling from his feathery touch, Rico couldn't take much more.

"Oh, Mitch. Please," he begged tugging at him, clawing at his taut flesh.

Mitch responded by coming to hover above him and leaning in until their foreheads touched. Tilting his head, he swiped his tongue over and between Rico's parted lips, teasing him, tasting him.

With his lips only inches away, in a raspy voice he demanded of Rico, "What do you want? Tell me."

Rico moaned, painfully turned on. "Mitch, fuck. Fuck me."

Mitch groaned and now he kissed him in earnest. The kiss was deep and thorough, and it promised so much more. Kissing his way down Rico's body once again, Mitch took hold of his ankles.

Holding him like that, he pushed his legs up, pressing Rico's knees into his chest. Next Rico felt his kiss along his inner thigh and finally at his hole.

Gasping, writhing, Rico was going to lose it. Then Mitch stopped but he wasn't done tormenting him. His fingers toyed with Rico's hole next, stroking, lubing, driving him wild.

By the time Mitch strapped on a condom, Rico was a mess of desperate need. As Mitch's eyes locked on him and he started pushing in, Rico braced himself.

Mitch entered him, and Rico felt intense pressure and searing heat. His eyelids fluttered, and he forgot how to breathe. Finally he pulled in a breath and let out a moan.

Once Mitch was all the way in, he stopped and told Rico, "You're so beautiful."

In response, Rico could only sob and pull Mitch down for a kiss. Now Mitch started moving inside him, and Rico rocked with each thrust. His head fell back and he raked his hands over Mitch wherever he could grab hold.

Then Mitch pumped harder and faster, and all Rico could do was hold on and take it. With Rico's legs folded up and pushed apart, Mitch bent over him and kissed him without breaking his hard driving rhythm.

He kept that up until he pushed Rico right over the edge and made him come. Such a deep climax washed over him as the incredible power of Mitch's cock filled him up over and over again. Rico spilled over both of their heaving chests.

Still throbbing around Mitch's cock, Rico felt him come, heard him growl as his climax turned his body rock-hard under Rico's clutching hands. Arms and legs like steel chains held Mitch to him until Rico's whole body went limp. He dropped back on the bed completely satisfied and exhausted, and Mitch fell into his arms.

After a long, lazy kiss, Mitch pulled free and cleaned them up. At every touch, aftershocks of pleasure left Rico trembling and weak, staring up at him in a daze. Mitch brought him out of it with a kiss that was sweet and hot, reaching deep inside him.

As he started to drift away in Mitch's warm embrace, Rico only just barely remembered to ask him, "Am I sleeping over?" Rico would have died if Mitch said no, but he tried not to show it.

"Of course. I'm not letting you go anywhere," Mitch said and started kissing his sleepy eyes.

"I don't think I want to sleep. Let's fuck all night long," Rico said and he caressed Mitch with lazy motions.

"You're half asleep already," Mitch pointed out with a chuckle.

"No, I'm not. What's that noise?" Rico wondered. It was coming from the door.

"It's the kittens. They're scratching and meowing. I better let them in." Mitch got out of bed and Rico raised his head so he could watch him.

Opening the door, Mitch got down and scratched Natalie and Veronica's little heads. He then scooped them up and brought them over to the bed.

"Which one do you want?" he asked Rico.

"Veronica looks too awake. Give me Natalie," Rico said and held out his hands for the kitten. As he took her from Mitch, she stared at him with her amber colored eyes. "Don't look at me like you know what I've been up to. Go to sleep."

As soon as Mitch was back in bed, Rico snuggled up against him. Though it was warm, he still wanted to be close to him, feel Mitch against him. For a while the kittens explored then they settled down too. Rico started to drift off with a kitten in the crook of his arm and the other one nestled against Mitch's beard.

Mitch's breathing deepened and his eyes started to close just as Rico's did, and that tonight for the first time they were sleeping together in the same bed.

 

The next morning, Rico woke up to kittens climbing all over his face and Mitch getting dressed. "No. Why are you up and not naked?" Rico complained as he wrangled the kittens.

"Believe me, I would stay in bed with you forever if I could," Mitch said and leaned down to kiss him good morning.

"That almost makes up for you being dressed," Rico said and he started to get up as well. "Do I have time for some coffee, or should I get out of here before you get Sammy?"

"What do you mean get out of here?" Mitch asked. "She's the one who was pushing for you to stay over."

"You think she meant in your bed?" Rico asked.

"She knows you're my boyfriend," is all Mitch said.

"She knew before I did," Rico told him.

"I kind of didn't realize it either," Mitch admitted then he smiled at Rico. "But I see it now."

He wrapped his arms around Rico and gazed at him, the look in his eyes admiring and possessive.

"You keep eyeing me like that, and I'll drag you back into bed," Rico warned him.

"I'm sorry I was so slow to realize how I felt and how important you are to me," Mitch said and he got shy.

"You made up for it," Rico told him and ran his hands all over his body as he kissed him.

Mitch was so unbelievably sexy, but Rico couldn't get over what a wonderful guy he was on the inside. Just the thought of being his boyfriend made Rico so happy that his heart hurt.