...Alone at last, Ever hardly had time to close the door on the others before Chris took his hand, held it to his lips and asked, “May I?”
Ever nodded, startled. No man had ever kissed his hand this way, in such a gallant, reverent fashion. Chris held Ever’s hand, grazing his knuckles with his lips, before turning his wrist and kissing the palm.
“Thank you,” Chris muttered, his voice raspy and deep. “May I disrobe you?”
Disrobe me? In spite of his funny language and unusual behavior, Ever was enthralled. The guy wanted him and he wanted Chris.
Chris stepped forward, removing Ever’s clothing piece by piece, his gaze feverish looking.
“It’s been so long for me.” His voice, a low moan, seemed to caress Ever’s body the same way his hands were. Chris brushed his fingertips along Ever’s arms and throat, down his torso, the back of his hands rubbing lightly against Ever’s nipples. The knuckles kept moving back and forth, their slight roughness igniting a thrill in Ever that shot straight to his cock. Dang. This guy had some magic hands on him.
“How long?” Ever asked, trying to keep his breathing steady.
Chris looked into his eyes. “Hundreds and hundreds of years.”
Ever smiled. Chris was so endearing. Somehow, it made him feel better to think it had been a while since the guy had gotten laid. It would have taken the wind out of his romantic sails if Chris had said, two days.
Chris bent his head and kissed him. Ever was surprised how deep and erotic the embrace was. Chris seemed intent on tasting him, shocking him by licking and sucking his tongue. Ever began to worry about his possibly stinky breath, but Chris kept up his exploration of Ever’s mouth in a languid way. Ever felt woozy until Chris’s tongue shot to the roof of his mouth, touching a spot that sent fissures of fire through his body and fractions of dazzling color and light into his brain. Ever gasped.
What the hell is happening to me?
Chris gave him a hint of a smile as he moved down to Ever’s nipples and sucked. And sucked. He took his time, Ever feeling like he was melting. Chris was nowhere near his cock but Ever was ready to explode. He longed for Chris’s hand on his cock. He yearned for the other man’s touch as he soared to a swift release. But it was not to be.
“Wait,” Chris urged. “Just a little longer. You won’t regret it.”
Ever wasn’t so sure. His cock bounced in front of him.
Chris glanced down at him, his smile wide now. “Sacred beauty,” he whispered. His thumb slid along the length of the shaft. One more slide and Ever would have come all over the man’s hand. Instead, Chris placed a kiss on Ever’s shoulder and told him to lie on the bed.
Ever did as he was told, watching Chris, er…disrobe. The man had a hot body that made his cock leap again. Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! He’s got a nice big juicy cock for me to play with.
“On your knees,” Chris said.
Ever turned around, raising himself up as Chris got behind him and began licking and kissing his back. Chris’s tongue dipped into his hips and down his ass crack, Ever’s whole body poised in anticipation as that hot tongue made a beeline for his asshole.
“Arrggh!” Ever felt the orgasm starting in his tailbone. There was no holding it, but Chris didn’t seem to want him to wait any longer. He kept his tongue inside Ever, one hand slipping between his legs and grabbing Chris’s cock. The slight contact was all it took. Ever came hard, his whole body vibrating with the force of his pent-up release. Chris hadn’t asked, but it had been months for him. He saw stars and a couple of million galaxies in a purple and milky white way inside his head.
Chris Coelho was one heck of a magic carpet ride...