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CHAPTER TWO
I was still arguing with myself when I halted a couple of feet away from Paul on the dancefloor. I was coming up with a whole list of reasons in my head as to why I should run for the door and go back to the hotel, but I just couldn't do it. The object of my fantasy was right there, seducing me with his eyes and the movements of his body and I wanted nothing more than to get closer, to feel his hands on me.
I was breathing fast, my heart pounding and my cock straining against my zipper as he lowered his arms and reached out to tug me closer to him, hands on my hips. I began to move instinctively to the bass beat, awkward at first as I wondered what to do with my hands, but after a moment I lifted them and rested them on the glistening chest of the man in front of me, instantly feeling his heartbeat thumping in time with my own. His hands crept around my waist and pulled me forwards a few more inches until our lower bodies touched, his clothed erection bumping against mine. I bit my lip to suppress a groan, avoiding his eyes as I slid my hands up over damp muscular flesh to his shoulders. I felt the heat of him through my shirt and warm breath on my neck as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Thought you didn't dance."
"I...well..." I hated that I was so awkward and nervous.
"I'm just kidding. Relax." He shifted his position, bringing one leg in between mine so that my cock pushed up against his thigh and his in turn rubbed against my leg as he gyrated lazily. I found myself moving more fluidly, gripping onto his shoulders and trying to ignore my rapidly growing state of arousal. I began to lose myself in the music and the track shifted almost unnoticably into another and then yet another. I could feel my hair growing damp at the back of my neck, my shirt beginning to stick to my skin as the heat of the club and Paul's body against mine made my temperature rise.
His teeth nipped at my neck and his lips travelled along my jaw to the corner of my mouth while his hand moved to my butt, squeezing firmly. Helplessly I ground myself against his thigh, angling my head slightly until our lips met in a heated caress. I felt the slight roughness of stubble graze my skin and then his tongue thrust into my mouth seeking mine, our teeth bumping as we tasted each other. I leaked a little into my shorts, my erection throbbing almost painfully and I moaned into the kiss, aware that things were moving awfully fast and that I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I should want to stop, but all I could think about was the way his thigh felt rubbing against my cock; the way his mouth tasted; the way his hand was squeezing my butt.
I slid one hand down from his shoulder and my thumb brushed the nipple ring. No one I knew had any piercings aside from their ears and the idea fascinated me. I tugged on it gently, experimentally and Paul broke the kiss with a growl and sank his teeth into my lower lip before he drew back a few inches to meet my eyes.
"Don't do this often, huh? When was the last time?"
"Um..." I struggled to think, my mind hazy with arousal. "Two years...or thereabouts..."
"Long time. Must be kind of awkward, being married."
"Uh...yeah..." Fuck. The guilt came rushing back.
"Does she suspect?"
"I don't think so." I thought of Leah, probably sitting watching television after putting Sarah to bed, maybe thinking about me in my hotel and my previous doubts returned quickly. "I shouldn't be doing this. I'm sorry...I..."
"Try telling that to your cock." His hand left my butt and suddenly it was between us, palming me for a second before his finger and thumb found my tip and massaged it firmly.
"Oh, fuck..." I groaned.
"It's up to you. You can walk away; I won't stop you; but you want it as much as I do." Paul stopped touching me and fumbled with himself for a second; then he was looking me in the eyes again, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip. I licked it instinctively and recognised the unmistakable musky taste of pre-cum. My erection strained desperately against the front of my jeans and I felt my shorts grow damper. We could have been the only two people in the club; I had ceased to be aware of the other dancers the moment he pulled me close to him.
"Where's your hotel?" he asked.
"Um...it's...we're not going there."
"My place then. It's ten blocks. We can get a cab."
"Ok," I said without hesitation. I knew I was going to curse myself to hell later, but there was no turning back by this point. He was by far the hottest guy that had ever taken an interest in me and I was so turned on by then that I could barely think coherently. Again the fantasy I'd had in the hotel room came to mind and I pictured him touching me, sucking me, holding my head while he fucked my mouth. I shuddered and backed away, jamming my hands into my pockets to disguise my excitement from anyone who might care to look. Paul was apparently unconcerned as to whether anyone would notice the obvious shape of his erection in his tight jeans and he pulled the tank-top out of the waistband as we headed for the door and quickly put it back on. It was early and cabs were abundant; within a minute or so we were in one and Paul had given the driver his address.
I sank back in the seat and tried to breathe steadily, knowing I was probably going to disgrace myself shamefully quickly. The fact that I had jerked off earlier made no difference; I was painfully hard, my balls tight against my body, my heart racing and the heat of Paul's thigh next to mine seeming to almost burn me through my clothes. His hand landed on my knee and stroked upwards, the fingers on the inside of my leg massaging until they reached my groin, almost but not quite touching my cock.
"Christ," I hissed, dropping my eyes to my crotch, expecting to see a damp patch on the outside of my jeans as I continued to leak, but nothing was visible except for the slight movement of my erection as it struggled to get free.
"You are keen," Paul murmured. His hand moved slightly and rubbed the base of my cock for a second until I pushed him away quickly.
"Don't. Not here."
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, don't wanna waste it. I want you in my mouth."
I cursed quietly. I couldn't ever remember a time when I'd been so desperately aroused and suddenly I couldn't wait to get to his 'place', wherever that was. I needed to feel his hands on me, his mouth on me, his cock in my hands; I needed to come and I doubted I would protest about anything he might want to do once we were away from prying eyes.
The cab pulled up in front of an apartment block and Paul paid the driver, then pushed his door open and got out. I slid across the seat and climbed out of the same side, then followed silently as he headed into the building and stopped in front of an elevator, punching the call button and waiting for the car to arrive. My breathing sounded embarrassingly loud in the silence and I struggled to control it, pushing my hands into my pockets again, still wanting to cover my excitement even though there was only him to see it. A minute later he was unlocking a door and inviting me to follow him into the dark apartment. I stepped through the door and closed it and in the next second I found my back pressed against the wall, pinned there by Paul's body as his mouth assaulted mine, hands planted on the wall above my head. I heard myself moan and I put my hands on his sides, holding onto him as his tongue plundered my mouth, lips crushing my own against my teeth, his erection grinding urgently against mine. I felt rather than saw him lower one hand between us, the back of it bumping me as he unzipped his jeans and then turned his attention to mine, popping the buttons free one at a time, slipping his hand inside and stroking me through my shorts.
I broke the kiss and turned my head to the side, panting for breath, pushing my butt away from the wall and thrusting myself eagerly against his hand. His hand was firm, rough almost as he palmed me and I groaned again, unable to help comparing it to a woman's gentler touch; Leah's touch. Fuck.
"Paul..."
"Mmm?" Teeth grazed my collar bone and then my throat. Somehow several of my shirt buttons were undone and his hand was inside, stroking my chest, the other hand tugging my cock free of the shorts and gripping it firmly, his thumb rubbing over the head. I shuddered and moaned.
"I'm so close...sorry..." I murmured. That hadn't been what I intended to say, but anything else had gone out of my head.
Paul's lips ghosted over mine again and then he stepped back and dropped to his knees, pulled my jeans and shorts down and guided me into the hot wetness of his mouth. I flattened my hands against the wall either side of me and glanced down, the sight of his lips around me just an inch below the head of my cock almost making me lose control there and then. I closed my eyes again quickly and rested my head back against the wall, forcing myself to breathe slower while I fought against giving in to the feel of his hot tongue swirling around me, teeth grazing every so often as he sucked eagerly, one hand stroking the base of my cock while the other cupped my balls, massaging them and tugging firmly which mercifully drove my impending orgasm away just a little.
I risked looking down again as he dropped his head lower, taking more of my length into his mouth until I felt my tip touch his throat, swallowing around me, cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder and I groaned aloud, my legs trembling. This time I couldn't look away and I watched as his nose touched my trimmed pubic hair, his mouth working me eagerly, eyes lifting suddenly to meet mine. His face was a picture of lust and he held my gaze as he slid his mouth up my length and began to bob up and down, his hands sliding around to my butt now, squeezing and encouraging me to fuck his mouth. I began to thrust my hips forward, driving myself into the hot cavern, clenching my fists at my sides as I felt the tingling, tickly sensation of my impending orgasm, my balls tightening more and the base of my cock thickening, beginning to pulse.
"Fuck!" I cried, banging my head against the wall as I threw it back, shooting my load almost violently into his mouth and throat. He had pulled off and held only the head of my cock in his mouth, sucking and swallowing around me, his hand continuing to massage my length and squeeze the last drops from me onto his tongue. My knees wobbled weakly, my heart pounding and my breath coming in harsh gasps as Paul rose to his feet again. I felt his cock bump my belly and then he was backing away, his voice forcing me to open my eyes.
"You want a drink of something?"
"Uh...um...thanks...whatever..." I gasped, awkwardly pulling my shorts and jeans back up. He turned away quickly and disappeared through a doorway. I saw a brief glow of light, probably from the interior of a refrigerator and then he stepped out of the room and into another, flicking on a dim light. I followed and found myself in a bedroom, dominated by a king size bed and a wall of cupboards with sliding mirrored doors. Paul pushed a bottle of beer into my hand and I glanced down, noticing his erection, as yet untouched, standing upright against his stomach, his jeans gaping open and revealing that 'V' I'd imagined and a neat patch of black hair around his cock. He chuckled quietly and I jerked my eyes back up to his face. He placed his beer on the bed table and peeled off the tank-top again, tossing it into a corner of the room before shoving his jeans down his legs, toeing off his shoes and stooping to pull his feet out of the legs of the pants and his socks. When he straightened up he lay down on the bed, slightly propped up against the pillows and picked up the beer again, tilting his head back to drink some. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed and my mouth went dry. I quickly drank some of my own beer, my blood thundering in my ears as I thought about what might happen next. I wanted to touch him; taste him. I could imagine myself doing it; kneeling on the bed over him, his cock in my mouth, his hips bucking under me.
I shuddered and put the beer down on the chest nearby, then quickly began to undress. My half-unfastened shirt was gone in a moment, shoes and socks following. I pushed both jeans and shorts down together again and stepped out of them. I was still semi-hard and my cock quivered in front of me as I crawled onto the bed. Paul put his beer down and reached out to pull me against him. This time it was me who instigated the kiss, covering his mouth with mine and thrusting my tongue in eagerly, resting one hand on his chest. He shifted slightly, drawing one of my legs over him, bringing my cock into contact with his thigh and then moving it slightly between my legs, rubbing against me. I gyrated my hips, my erection growing again as I tried to concentrate on him instead, stroking my hand lower until I encountered the nipple ring, catching it between finger and thumb and tugging firmly. Paul groaned into my mouth and I broke the kiss and bent towards his neck, touching his hot skin with the tip of my tongue, tasting and sucking, pulling at his flesh with lips and teeth. I tasted the salt of his sweat as I worked my way down towards his chest, replacing my fingers with my mouth when I reached his left nipple. I drew the gold ring into my mouth and pulled at it gently, my lips surrounding the hard nub beneath. Paul arched up off the bed, sliding his hands into my hair and dragging his nails over my scalp.
"Christ...fuck!" he hissed.
I continued sucking and pulling on the piercing while I stroked my hand down over his abs, feeling them bunch and twitch under my touch. The tip of his cock bumped my wrist and I captured it quickly in my hand, giving it a few slow pumps and feeling it leak into my palm. He cursed again, his hips lifting to thrust his shaft harder into my hand, his body begging me for more. I released the nipple ring and glanced up at his face, lips parted as he panted for breath, eyes closed, his skin glistening as fresh beads of sweat broke from his pores. I turned my attention to the neglected nipple for a moment, biting and sucking the hard bud, working my hand more firmly on his cock, using his pre-cum to lubricate my palm as I pumped harder. My own erection throbbed against my belly, ready for more much quicker than I expected and I resisted the urge to touch myself with my free hand.
"Fuck...need to come..." Paul panted. His hips were lifting rhythmically off the bed as he fucked my fist and I glanced down, eyeing the leaking purple head and slowing my hand quickly. I wanted to give him more than just a hand-job. I edged further down the bed and guided his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and tasting his slightly sour taste.
"Mmm...yeah...more..." he grunted.
I ducked my head lower, taking more of him in, sucking and nibbling my way down his length while I continued to pump the base with my hand. I cupped his balls with my free hand, squeezing and tugging the same way he had with me, experimentally working my way lower and hoping I wouldn't gag. I had never been able to do this often enough to get used to it and when Paul clutched at my head and thrust his hips up eagerly, pushing himself deeper into my throat, I did gag and pulled off quickly.
"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed.
"Uh...'s'alright..." He removed his hand from my head and rested it on his chest instead, idly playing with his nipple ring. "Keep going."
I drew him back into my mouth and this time he left me to go at my own pace, his body trembling and twitching, but remaining flat on the bed. I worked my hand and mouth up and down, sucking and tugging, drawing more of him in, working my way back up to the head as I felt his cock begin to pulse with the start of his orgasm. I stroked harder and faster and swallowed repeatedly as he spurted into my mouth, cursing loudly and breathlessly. I pulled off slowly, squeezing the last drops from him before I released him and then stretched out next to him, avoiding his eyes, hoping he wasn't too disappointed with my performance.
"Fuck, that was good. Been a while for me too," he panted.
"Yeah, I bet you're in that club all the time," I blurted.
"Not really, I don't have a lot of free time. It's been a couple of months. Better than a couple of years though, right?" he chuckled.
"Yeah."
"Did you know you were bi before you got married?"
"Yes. My first experience was with a boy."
"So what happened? You didn't want to be with him?"
"It was just a casual thing. His family moved in near ours. He was out and my father banned me from getting to know him. He found magazines in my room when I was fifteen, gave me a lecture about how disgusting and unnatural I was. It was experimentation with Jared and I suppose I wasn't sure what I wanted. I knew I didn't want to shame my Dad though and he would have kicked me out if he knew I hadn't changed. I started dating Leah and I forgot about it for a while."
"You forgot about it, or pretended to?" Paul teased. He rolled over to face me and laid his hand on my chest, slowly stroking in circles.
"I was crazy about Leah," I said. "We were in love and I didn't think about guys at first. We had plans to go to college, but she got pregnant and her parents tried to pressure her into having a termination. My Dad offered for her to move in with us, on the condition that we...got married." I stopped and bit my lip. Why the hell was I telling him all of this? I never told them personal things about myself. It was just a brief interlude of pleasure and then I'd be gone, fighting my way through guilt and self-hatred for giving into it and yet here I was, spilling out things about myself that nobody else knew.
"Would you have married her if not for your Dad?" he asked.
"I don't know; we hadn't planned that far. We were in love, that was all we knew. That didn't change."
"You love your wife and presumably you had the child...?"
"Yes, a girl; Sarah."
"And yet you're here with me?"
"Sometimes I just need..." I stopped and groaned.
"Cock?"
"Yeah."
His hand stroked slowly down from my chest to my cock, which had begun to soften again as we talked. After all I'd just said, I knew I should push him off and leave before I made things even worse for myself, but I realised I didn't want to walk away just yet. I barely knew him; in fact I knew nothing about him at all except that he worked for my supplier and was single, but somehow I felt a kind of connection - maybe because I'd told him those things, or maybe it was just sex; the sex with a man that I'd been longing for. I glanced down at his hand stroking me back to life, his palm rubbing my erection slowly, grinding it against my stomach. He was close enough for me to feel the head of his cock bump my hip as it grew again and he dipped his hand lower suddenly, his fingers questing between my legs and circling behind my balls. I shivered and sucked my breath in through my teeth, parting my legs a little more to give him access to me. The tip of one digit brushed my hole, back and forth, making it twitch and clench. He removed his hand and raised it to his mouth, sucking on his forefinger for a moment before lowering it again between my legs, rubbing the moistened tip over my hole. I moaned and squirmed, my cock throbbing eagerly.
"You been fucked before, Jacob?"
"Yes," I said shakily.
"You want me to fuck you?" The tip of his finger pushed into me, not breaching my muscle, but teasing my entrance, promising of more to come. I groaned helplessly, feeling pre-cum oozing from my cock onto my belly. "That a yes?"
"Yes." I took a deep breath. "We're going to have to go slow."
"We got all night."
The finger left me and Paul sat up, turning to pull out a drawer in the bed table and removing a bottle of lube and a condom. I eyed them as he placed them on the bed next to me and squeezed out some lube into one hand, coating his fingers. Immediately I felt myself tense up and when he returned his finger to my hole and pushed against it, I was completely closed up. I breathed out shakily and made myself relax, closing my eyes rather than continuing to watch what he was doing. His finger worked its way slowly into me, stretching me without discomfort after my own brief exploration earlier in the day. It was only when he added a second finger that I had to bite my lip to suppress a groan of pain, my hole burning from the intrusion and my muscle protesting. I struggled not to clench up and make things worse for myself, breathing through it as he moved down the bed suddenly to reach my cock again. I felt his tongue teasing it, stroking up and down the shaft almost lazily, making it twitch and taking some of my attention off of my ass. He continued for several minutes without progressing any further and I relaxed more.
"Mmm..." I hummed, the discomfort of being stretched gradually fading, leaving me wanting more. He eased a third finger into me as if he'd heard the thought and I winced and hissed, clenching my fists at my sides. His cock was going to hurt like hell, I thought, but my own erection throbbed longingly as I glanced down again, watching as Paul sat up and squeezed more lube onto the hand that was between my legs, coating my hole inside and out before withdrawing and wiping his fingers on the bed. He picked up the condom and ripped open the small packet, rolling it smoothly onto his cock before adding more lube, dribbling it directly onto his tip and spreading it down his length. I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs open, rubbing myself against the mattress while I waited for him to move in behind me and then concentrating on relaxing completely as he guided himself.
I breathed out as he pushed against me, gripping the end of the bed with one hand under the pillow and gritting my teeth at the intrusion. I was stretched painfully as the head of his cock forced its way in, but then he held still, his hands on my hips, waiting for me to get used to him.
"You're so fucking tight," he muttered.
"You're fucking big," I panted and he laughed softly.
"You just need to do this more often." He pushed forward another inch and I groaned. He rested both hands on my hips and tugged at me firmly. "Lift up."
I raised myself a few inches and immediately one of his hands slid under me, capturing my cock in a loose fist and pumping it firmly while he held himself still with just a couple of inches of himself inside of me. I began to move slowly, thrusting myself into his hand and pushing myself back onto him. He slid deeper, withdrew almost to the tip and then pushed forward again smoothly, stretching and filling me, his balls bumping against mine.
"Fuck..." I hissed. It hurt, but at the same time it was beginning to feel good as he slid back and forth, a little at a time. He pushed deeper and his cock dragged over my prostate, making me yelp and clench around him. He pulled back and tucked his fingers into the crease at my hips, tugging at me until I rose up onto my knees, my arms still flat on the bed and my face in the pillow.
"Jerk yourself off." Paul gripped my hips tighter and began to fuck me harder and faster, his cock driving into my heat rapidly, balls slapping against me. I could hear him panting and cursing under his breath, the slick, wet sound of his cock pumping into me making me tremble and push myself back onto him eagerly. I grasped my cock in one hand and began to tug at it, fast pumps, rubbing my thumb over the tip and spreading pre-cum down the shaft. My balls tightened and heat coiled in my belly, spreading outwards as another orgasm approached. Paul pounded me even harder, chasing his own release, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he ground himself into me, his movements becoming erratic.
"Fuck...almost there...gonna come..." he panted and I tipped over the edge just a few seconds before him, spilling into my hand and clenching my muscles tighter, squeezing his cock within me and feeling it jerk and twitch, filling the condom. He pulled out almost immediately and I sank down onto my belly, my lungs labouring as I gasped for breath. I felt the mattress shifting as Paul moved around, disposing of the condom and then wiping the lube off of me with some kind of cloth. I barely had the strength to roll over and I flopped onto my back, my chest heaving, limbs heavy and weak.
"God...so good..." I muttered. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look at him. I usually left pretty quickly afterwards, but this time I felt differently. I wanted to linger just a few more minutes; foolish, really. It would be better to get away as soon as possible, scrub the feel of him off of me in the shower and do what I always did; berate myself and try to work out how to act normal when I went home. I raised my eyelids a fraction as the room dimmed and a cover drifted over the lower half of my body and I forced my eyes open further.
"I have to...go..." I mumbled.
"Sure. No rush."
The mattress shifted again as he stretched out beside me and I closed my eyes again, trying to summon up some energy and wondering why I was so wiped out. Three times...I came three times in one day. I felt my lips stretching into a grin and then I breathed out heavily and began to drift away.