CHAPTER NINETEEN
I opened my eyes, realising that we must have fallen asleep again. It was bright daylight and I grimaced as I moved, my skin sticky with dried sweat and cum, the sheet patchy and stained beneath me. Paul was lying flat on his back inches away from me, snoring softly, uncovered and with his morning erection quivering against his belly. My cock twitched in response, but I ignored it and sat up reluctantly. I was desperate to get in the shower and I left Paul sleeping and headed into the bathroom.
I was just rinsing off the shower gel and shampoo when he appeared, shooting me a grin before he turned away to empty his bladder, fighting a stubborn erection for several minutes before he flushed and came to join me.
"Morning."
"Hey." I rested my back against the tiled wall and pulled him close to me until his body rested against mine.
"Starting without me?" he grinned.
"Just wanted to get cleaned up. I'm gonna have to strip the bed this morning, I think."
Paul's grin widened. "You'll be stripping it again tomorrow morning." He took a step back and grabbed my shampoo. "Ok if I use this? I brought some, but..." He glanced towards the door.
"Help yourself." I picked up the shower gel and poured some into my hand, soaping him up while he washed his hair. His cock was already jutting out in front of him again and I teased him mercilessly, lathering it with light touches, stopping each time he tried to push himself against my hand.
"Damn you," he muttered. "I'm not gonna be able to go anywhere for breakfast in this state."
"I suppose I could help you with that first," I said, feigning reluctance, changing the angle of the cascading water to rinse him off. Suddenly I wanted to taste him. Other than the dancing, we hadn't really enjoyed any foreplay the previous night, too desperate for sex and I turned the water off and lowered myself to my knees. He hummed appreciatively and moved his feet apart, leaning back against the wall the way I had done, his erection bumping my cheek. Then he twisted to the side and again straightened his hips, slapping it against my face.
"Suck me, Jake," he growled.
I ran my tongue over his tip and then drew it between my lips, sucked on it gently for a moment before I released it and ducked lower, extending my tongue to lap at his balls. He groaned loudly, his cock growing even harder and rising to meet his belly, his fists clenching at his sides. I rested my hands on his thighs, stroking the firm, damp flesh while I drew one ball into my mouth, sucking it, rolling it around on my tongue, pressing my nose against him and breathing in the warm musky scent of him coupled with shower gel.
"Holy shit!" he hissed. I chucked softly, my mouth vibrating around him before I let the one ball slip free and captured the other to give it the same treatment. Paul cursed and muttered, his thighs trembling under my hands, his erection twitching and leaking in front of me. I released him again and caught a droplet of pre-cum as it rolled down his shaft, then opened my mouth and took him in, slowly lowering my head until his tip bumped the back of my throat.
"Fuck, yes!"
I slid my hands up his thighs to his hips, then around to his butt, squeezing the firm flesh while I began to bob my head up and down, flicking my tongue against his length while my lips slid along the smooth hot skin.
"God, Jake, I'm not gonna last long," Paul groaned.
I laughed again, the sound muffled by my full mouth and he emitted another groan, resting one hand on my head and thrusting his hips forward. I moved backwards a little and held still, letting him fuck my mouth slowly while I reached up with one hand, groping blindly for the lube in the shower gel tray. I didn't think he noticed what I was doing; I could see his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as his hips bucked forwards rhythmically. I squeezed out lube onto two fingers and reached beneath him, a little nervous, although he had asked me to touch him like this once before. I stroked slick fingers back and forth, brushing over his hole and glancing up at his face to note his reaction. His eyes flew open and his hips stilled.
"Yes," he encouraged and I pulled my head back, releasing him from my mouth momentarily while I pushed one finger against him. It slid in to the first knuckle and then I paused.
"Is this ok?"
"God, yes. You can use two."
I pushed the one digit deeper, as far as I could reach, then began to pump it in and out slowly, feeling his tight heat gripping it and clenching around me every so often. I could only imagine how it would feel for him when his cock was buried deep in my ass. I had never had the inclination to top, but I loved pleasuring him like this with my fingers. My own shaft quivered between my thighs, pre-cum dripping from me onto the tiles. Carefully I added a second finger, surprised that he didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort, but I guessed he must touch himself like this the same way I sometimes did. I guided his cock back into my mouth and began thrusting with both fingers, curling them upwards and searching for his prostate the way he did with me, knowing I found it when he yelled out suddenly, snapping his hips forward and driving himself into my throat. I almost gagged and pulled off a couple inches, breathing hard through my nose although he didn't appear to notice.
"Fuck...yes...keep doing that...I'm gonna come so hard..." he panted. I timed the rhythm of my fingers to the thrust of his cock in my mouth and in mere minutes, I could feel his shaft pulsing, his hot tunnel tightening around my fingers and then he was unloading into my mouth, thick spurts of cum accompanied by deep groans and an unintelligible string of curses.
"So good...Christ...stop...too sensitive," he gasped as I continued to suck on the head of his cock, drawing the last drops from him. He pulled free of my mouth and I withdrew my fingers slowly and rose to my feet, leaning in to brush my lips over his.
"Mmm, I can taste me." He smiled and opened his eyes. "Let's dry off and get on the bed; I want to return the favour."
Five minutes later I had stripped the sheets from the bed and was lying on the bare mattress, my legs spread wide as Paul kneeled between them, my cock in his mouth, one hand caressing my balls and the fingers of the other in my ass. I didn't even last as long as he had, much further along than I expected just from what I had been doing to him and I emptied myself rapidly, shooting into Paul's throat as he sucked on my length, his nose in my pubic hair and his fingers massaging my prostate. He released me slowly and stretched out at my side as I gasped for air, my chest heaving and limbs trembling.
We lay there together for a little while, regaining our strength until empty stomachs began to protest loudly. Then we hauled ourselves up and put some clothes on, deciding to head out to a diner rather than use the gym cafeteria again. I quickly put fresh sheets on the bed first, just in case we returned later, desperate to dive back into bed and then we went out and spent a couple hours over a huge brunch and several cups of coffee. Afterwards we decided to go back to the apartment and just hang out for a while, watching a couple of movies before Paul suggested a workout in the gym.
"Sure you've got the energy?" I teased.
"I have plenty of energy."
"You know if I have to watch you working out I'm gonna want to drag you back up here to fuck me," I said, smirking.
"That's the plan." He peeled off the t-shirt he was wearing and unfastened his jeans. I stared unashamedly as he stripped naked, then took out a pair of shorts and a wife-beater from his bag and put them on. I followed suit, grimacing as I unzipped my pants to reveal that I was half hard.
"Damn, Jake, you better get that under control before we go downstairs," Paul grinned. "Edward and Emmett are gonna wonder what we've been doing."
"I'm sure they've been doing the same thing." I shoved my cock into a pair of shorts and willed it to go down, trying to think about anything except sex while I found sneakers and one of the shirts I used for the gym. Thankfully it subsided and ten minutes later we walked into the gym, deciding to start with a warm up on some of the cardio-vascular equipment. As usual for a Sunday morning, a lot of the machines were in use, but we secured two treadmills and set them for a twenty-minute run with random inclines.
"Morning! Didn't you two get enough of a workout with...um...dancing?" Emmett was grinning as he appeared in front of us. I felt myself redden slightly, but Paul just laughed.
"That all you did, is it, Emmett?"
"Uh...well..." Emmett coughed, eyes sparkling.
"Where's Edward?" I asked.
"In his office, sorting out some paperwork or something. I'll leave you to it." He strolled off to check on a couple of awkward looking girls attempting to set up cycling programmes. They immediately began fawning over him while he set the machines up for them and I realised I didn't recognise them. They must be newcomers and I decided to have a chat with Edward and Collin the next day to see exactly how many new members we had since I'd handed over the reins more and more. There were at least a dozen people in the room that I couldn't remember seeing before, mostly female.
After the running, Paul and I rowed and then spent thirty minutes doing some light weights. I did my best to concentrate on what I was doing, but no matter which way I looked I could see him, reflected in the mirrored wall behind the free weights. His arms and shoulders bulged and flexed, legs planted apart with thighs taut, sweat glistening on his caramel skin and a damp line soaking through the back of his t-shirt. Somehow I managed not to get obviously hard, but I was relieved when the session was over and we set off upstairs to the apartment.
"You fucking tease," I grumbled as we reached the apartment door.
"Don't know what you mean, I was just working out," Paul said with a smirk.
"I was almost getting hard the whole time we were using the weights."
"That just shows where your mind is then, doesn't it?" He laughed and then grimaced suddenly. "You weren't the only one."
"You weren't hard; I'd have noticed."
"It was close." He caught my hand suddenly and pressed it to his crotch and I found my palm cupping a semi-erection. I gave it a light squeeze and then rubbed my hand over it, feeling it grow quickly in response. My own cock stiffened in my shorts and began to tent the fabric obscenely.
"Christ, Jake, get the fucking door open, will you?" Paul exclaimed, pushing my hand off. I retrieved the key from my sock quickly and opened the door. I was reminded of the previous day when Paul grabbed me, slamming the door closed behind us and pushing me against it, although I faced him this time. "I am so fucking hard for you right now," he said through his teeth.
"Fuck me," I breathed. "Right here. You wanted to..."
My sentence was cut off by his tongue thrusting urgently into my mouth, his hands gripping my sides and his knee pushing my thighs apart. I held onto his neck, responding eagerly to the kiss, breathing hard through my nose as we devoured each other, lips crushed against teeth, tongues fighting for dominance. Paul slid one hand between us, shoving my shorts down followed by his own, fingers curling around both our erections and rubbing them together.
Groaning, I turned my head to the side to break the kiss and suck in some air. Desire had rapidly changed to desperate need and I gyrated my hips, longing for more friction as he stroked us together only lightly, ducking his head now to nibble at the pulse point beneath my ear.
"God, Paul," I moaned. "I need you in me."
He stepped away, releasing me, then grasped the bottom of my t-shirt and yanked it upwards and off over my head as I raised my arms, then paused to remove the wife-beater. I toed off my sneakers and pushed my shorts further down my thighs until they slid past my knees and pooled on the floor around my feet. Paul's eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as he disposed of the rest of his own clothes and then pressed himself against me once more, heated damp skin sliding together as we ground against each other, crushing our erections between our bellies, clutching at each other.
"Fuck," he muttered after a moment, peeling himself off of me. "Don't move."
I rested against the door, panting and trembling as he went to his bag and retrieved lube and a condom, placing them on the small table by the door. Then he grabbed me almost roughly by the hips, turning me and pushing me up against the hard surface. My erection throbbed, trapped between the heat of my belly and the coldness of the door and I groaned and shuddered, parting my legs eagerly as Paul's hand stroked over my butt, the fingers trailing along the crack of my ass and brushing over my hole.
"Please," I sighed.
I heard the cap of the lube opening and a moment later slick fingers were stroking me, coating me liberally in the cool liquid before the tip of one digit pushed inside. I grunted softly and pushed my hips back against his hand, desperate for more.
"Feel good?" Paul murmured.
"Mmm...more, please...fuck me..." I begged.
"Want my cock?"
"Yes!"
Another finger entered and I forced myself to relax as the two pushed deeper, stretching me, thrusting slowly in and out while his free hand reached around me now and grasped my cock, stroking firmly but tormentingly slowly. After a minute or two he began scissoring his fingers, preparing me for the invasion of his cock which I repeatedly felt bumping against my hip, hard and leaking, indicating he was as eager to come as I was.
I was disappointed when his fingers left me, but then he was grinding himself against me, his hard length pressed into my crack, sliding easily against my lube-slicked skin. He thrust against me repeatedly, balls bumping me lightly, his hand continuing to pump me slowly, teeth nipping at my ear and my neck.
"God...so good..." I panted.
"Ready for me?"
"Unh..." The sound was strangled as his hand loosely circled my throat, forcing my head back against his shoulder and I moaned again, trying to push myself forward into his hand and backward onto his cock, resulting in an erratic squirming. His hands left me immediately and I mumbled in protest as his body moved away. I slid one hand down to my erection and rubbed it firmly, glancing behind me to see Paul ripping open the condom packet and sheathing himself quickly. Then he was pulling my hand off myself and pushing me against the door again, pinning me there while he guided himself to my entrance. I breathed out, long and slow as he breached me, for once not stopping but continuing in one smooth thrust until he bottomed out inside of me, his thick length filling and stretching me.
"Oh...fuck...yes...so tight..." he muttered. His fingers were digging hard into my hips and he held still within me, his body flush with mine. I shivered, arching my back as much as my trapped position would allow, grinding myself onto him, hands braced on the door. Slowly he began to withdraw, almost all the way until only the head of his cock remained in me and then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep again, his length dragging over my prostate.
"Fucking Christ!" I yelled and heard him chuckle in my ear before he backed up a step, pulling me with him, one hand sliding up my back to my neck to bend me forwards, changing the angle of penetration. I moaned and slid my hands down the door, planting my feet a little further apart as he replaced both hands on my hips and began to fuck me, hard and urgently, his thighs slapping against mine, balls bumping me, my neglected cock quivering in front of me and dripping onto the floor. My ass burned a little from the rough intrusion, but at the same time it felt good, so fucking good that I could have erupted without either of us touching me any more. Paul was gasping and grunting and I could feel droplets of sweat falling from him onto my butt and lower back as he slammed into me, repeatedly shifting the position of his hands as they slipped on my slick flesh.
"Jerk yourself off," he panted. "I want to see you come while I'm fucking you."
"God...it's not gonna take long." I took one hand off the door and rested the other forearm on it instead to balance myself better. I sighed with relief when I touched myself, wrapping my fingers around my heated shaft and fucking my fist with the rhythm of Paul's thrusts into me.
"That's it...make yourself come...I love how your ass squeezes me when you come...fuck, I'm so close...you feel so fucking good..."
I had never been one for dirty talk before I met Paul, I remembered. Somehow it had made me feel uncomfortable, but maybe because before it had only been one-offs. I loved Paul and we were perfect together like this; the way he was talking only drove me faster towards my orgasm and I added to the breathless phrases coming from his mouth.
"Fuck me harder...I'm almost there...need to come so bad...that's it, fill me...you're so fucking big...more...ugh..." I groaned long and deep as heat flooded through me, spreading out from my groin and up my spine, thighs trembling and my hand moving erratically on my cock as it jerked and emptied, spraying thick white strands onto the door and dripping onto the floor.
Paul was pounding into me so fast that I could barely distinguish one thrust from the next. I repeatedly clenched around him after I came, feeling him pulsing within me and filling the condom, grinding himself against me and holding himself deep inside until he was spent. Trembling I leaned more heavily on the door as he slipped from me and then pulled me upright, my back to his chest and his arms around me.
"That was fucking amazing," he whispered.
I turned my head as far to the left as I could, my cheek bumping his nose and his hand lifted to cup my chin, his lips meeting mine in an awkward and messy kiss, both of us panting and struggling to breathe. My legs were weak, reluctant to continue holding me up and I let my weight sag against Paul for a moment.
"God, I need to lie down," I chuckled eventually and he stepped back, one arm still draped around me as we made our way back to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress. I lay flat on my back, Paul on his side facing me. I forced my eyes open slowly and met his as he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me.
"I love you," he said huskily.
"I love you too." I still felt a thrill when he said that to me; I had wanted to hear it for so long and wondered if I ever would.
Eventually we dragged ourselves off the bed and into the bathroom for another shower, then dressed in only shorts and sprawled on the couch watching television. We did nothing much for the rest of the day, just relaxing in each other's company and ordering take-out for dinner. The weekend was almost over and I found myself repeatedly glancing at the clock as it crawled towards ten, wishing I could have just a few more hours with him. It would be another couple of weeks before we could do this again.
We didn't have sex again when we went to bed. I was sore and we were both exhausted and even though each other's proximity quickly made us hard, we ignored it and merely held each other, talking quietly in the darkness. I was dreading him leaving in the morning, but I had already decided I was going to get ready extra early so that I could accompany him to the station, rather than say goodbye at my door. I almost wanted to stay awake all night so that I would have a few more hours consciously with him, but my eyelids were drooping and after the active day, lack of sleep would have me feeling like hell the next day. I let myself slip away and when I woke with Paul wrapped around me, it was still only six o'clock.
"You awake?" he murmured in my ear.
"Yeah."
"How long have we got?"
"An hour maybe. I thought I'd go to the station with you."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to."
"Ok." He slid away from me and got up to go to the bathroom. When he was done I went to empty my bladder and clean my teeth, then returned to the bed to grab a last half hour in his arms. We did nothing but kiss and touch, rubbing our cocks against each other, stroking and thrusting against each other until our hands and bellies were a sticky mess and we were forced to take yet another shower. We scrubbed ourselves, dried off and dressed and Paul gathered everything up and shoved it into his bag. It was time for him to go and I wasn't ready for it.
I grabbed keys, wallet and phone and we left the apartment as the first crowd of gym-goers were arriving. Emmett was standing by the door greeting everyone with a wide grin and a skimpy outfit and I gave him a wave, wondering if he was the reason for the increase in female members. I went with Paul on the subway to the station and checked out train times for him to get back to Boston, then headed for the platform he would leave from.
"I fucking hate goodbyes," he grumbled suddenly.
"I do too. I wish you could stay longer."
"I wish you could come back with me."
I sighed heavily and stepped closer to him. "When are you free next?"
"I don't know, but I'll make sure it's next weekend." He gave me a sudden grin. "Two weeks is gonna seem like too long."
I glanced around me, checking to see if anyone was watching us or if anyone I knew was nearby; not that it mattered. I was with him; the people that mattered to me knew about it and there was no reason for me to hide. I raised my hands to his chest and gripped the fronts of his jacket.
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Me too." He wrapped his arms around me suddenly and his lips touched mine lightly. "You don't mind being seen with me like this?"
"No. I love you; I don't care who knows it."
"I love you too, Jake." His lips pressed against mine again, more firmly this time, although we didn't deepen it. I was the first to pull back and turn my face into his neck for a moment instead, breathing in the scent of him and blinking away the prickle in my eyes. Then I reluctantly stepped back and out of his arms.
"I better go; don't want to be late for taking Sarah to school, it's her first day back."
"I know. Hope she's ok. Call me tonight, yeah?"
"Soon as I finish work," I promised.
I walked backwards a few steps and then forced myself to turn around and walk away, glancing back a couple of times and noting him watching me, until I eventually stepped onto the escalator leading down to the subway station and couldn't see him any more. I felt horribly sad saying goodbye, but at the same time elated and I found myself struggling not to grin like a fool as I travelled to Leah's apartment. Paul loved me. We were together, finally, not just for the occasional random fuck when opportunity allowed, but properly. I knew there would still be some difficulties - juggling being with him and being with Sarah, the distance between us, his sometimes inconvenient business trips, but at last we were happy and I knew we could make it work.