Leveled
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Now I was the one that was impatient and wanted him naked as fast as I could get him. I finally went backwards on the bed and went after his heavy silver belt buckle with fingers that seemed to have forgotten how to work. The task was made even more difficult as he bent over to finish the job he had started by pulling my pants the rest of the way down my legs. In a matter of minutes, we were both in nothing more than our boxers. I was a cotton or silk kinda guy and it looked like Dom was a boxer brief man. They suited him, but they were in the way, so I reached out a finger and hooked the elastic at the top and tugged.
“You’re right, you do look better out of uniform.” He snorted at me, but it quickly turned into a sharply inhaled breath as I moved the fabric out of the way so that his waiting cock could fall into my eager hands. I curled my fingers around the width and gave the shaft a pump. His hips arched towards me so he leaned forward as I continued to move my fist up and down so that he was bent over me with a hand on the bed next to my head as I fell backwards.
“You look good in my bed, Mr. Fancy-Pants.” His voice was raspy and it was my turn to struggle to breathe as his free hand skipped over the contours of my chest and disappeared into the waistband of my boxers. He freed my erection with a deft touch and rolled his thumb over the tip while I continued to work his shaft up and down with a firm grip.
I cocked an eyebrow and bent a knee to make more room for him between my legs. He seemed to be comfortable where he was, looming over me, looking down at me with heated eyes, so I saw no need to switch places. “I’m not wearing any pants, fancy or otherwise.”
Dom chuckled and lowered his head so that our lips barely touched. The tip of his tongue darted out and licked the center of my top lip super softly. It was just the hint of a touch, the barest of caress and it was almost as sexy as the way his fingers were moving across my throbbing dick. “I know. It’s a good look for you, Lando.”
Heaving chest pressed into heaving chest while our mouths merged and our tongues tangled. We both made a strangled noise as hard cock brushed against hard cock the closer he leaned into me. He bent his elbow so that he was barely hovering over me, our stomachs touched and I liked that he felt so much bigger, so much heavier than anyone else ever had. He was substantial. He was significant … and so was the pleasure that coiled tight and urgent at the base of my spine as we each did our best to get the other off first.
It was a flurry of pumping hands, weeping tips, and bucking hips. Our bodies moved together and against each other kind of like they had been doing so for years instead of minutes, and again I wondered how something so rash, so sudden and unexpected could feel so necessary, so vital. There was no warning with Dominic Voss; there was just the drop and the fall into a swirling vortex of feeling and emotion and I was done trying to catch myself.
He moved his lips to the side of my neck and I moaned a guttural sound and arched up into him as his hot tongue started tracing the long line of vein and muscle that was stretched taut with pleasure as my straining cock swelled and pulsed eagerly into his talented touch. I was on the brink, ready to come, and I could feel the hitch in his breath and the kick in his turgid member that let me know he was close as well. I was going to move my hand lower, urge him to let go first when he levered up off of me, and suddenly let go of my begging dick and pulled his out of my exploring grasp.
I was about to demand he get back and finish what he started when I heard him rummaging around in a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed. I blinked when he was back, hovering over me with a condom in one hand and a familiar bottle of lubrication in the other. I blinked because he was so prepared, so ready, like having a guy show up at his apartment ready for sex was such a common occurrence that he had to have stuff on hand to make sure he got laid without a hitch. It made a sliver of unease slide through the passion and desire that was overriding everything else.
Some of my concern must have made its way onto my face because he stopped in the middle of suiting that mighty impressive erection up in the latex and cocked his head to the side as he looked at me.
“You okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned, so I propped myself up on my elbows and cast a look down at his waist and then back up at his questioning eyes.
“You just seem really prepared and I guess we don’t really know that much about each other. I don’t sleep around, Dom.” My dick might murder me if he got freaked out by what I was saying and called a halt to our sexual escapades, but I had to be up front with what my expectations were. That was only fair to both of us.
Dom finished rolling the condom down his engorged shaft and gave the base a solid squeeze which made my mouth go dry. I could totally get on board with watching him get himself off. That sounded like a good time for all.
“I’m a cop, Lando. It’s in my nature to be prepared for any circumstance that might arise. I don’t sleep around either, but I have been single for a while now and on occasion I have met someone here or there I only want to spend a night with. You are not one of those guys.”
It wasn’t like I could pass any kind of judgment. There was a time not too long ago where I was only down to have a boy in my life for the night and as long as he was telling me that wasn’t the case with us, I felt like I had to believe him. I wanted to believe him.
I gave him a little nod as he crooked his finger at me and told me to move closer to the edge of the bed with my legs bent. I took a deep breath and shifted into the position he requested. We locked eyes as he leaned over me and my very ready dick as his hand, now coated and slick, coiled around my cock and moved up and down at a languid pace. My breath hitched as he took his time, rolled over the tip and circled the head with a delicate touch before skating between my legs and rubbing over my taut sack.
My thigh muscles quivered, my abs pulled as tight as they had ever been as his firm touch disappeared between my legs and onto that spot that he needed to get ready for him. There was always the initial stretch and pull, and the tight ring of muscle got ready to yield. My heart kicked in my chest and I could see his nostrils flare as he worked a finger in and out of me while I struggled to keep my breathing in check.
Dom reached out with his free hand and picked up one of mine where it was lying on the bed. He put it on my now shiny and still straining erection and told me, “Touch yourself.” It was all so overwhelmingly intimate. So unrestrained and uninhibited. Even when I had taken strangers to bed knowing good and well I would never see them again, I hadn’t felt this same sense of freedom, of acceptance and approval. And while sex with Remy had always been sweet and heartfelt, full of emotion and sentiment, it had also been plagued by newness, doubt, and uncertainty. There was never this level of comfort or rightness with anyone else and I didn’t even know Dom’s middle name, or his favorite color, or what his favorite band was. It was all a little disconcerting and again I got the feeling of being cut off at the knees and leveled to the ground by this man.
“You’re right, you do look better out of uniform.” He snorted at me, but it quickly turned into a sharply inhaled breath as I moved the fabric out of the way so that his waiting cock could fall into my eager hands. I curled my fingers around the width and gave the shaft a pump. His hips arched towards me so he leaned forward as I continued to move my fist up and down so that he was bent over me with a hand on the bed next to my head as I fell backwards.
“You look good in my bed, Mr. Fancy-Pants.” His voice was raspy and it was my turn to struggle to breathe as his free hand skipped over the contours of my chest and disappeared into the waistband of my boxers. He freed my erection with a deft touch and rolled his thumb over the tip while I continued to work his shaft up and down with a firm grip.
I cocked an eyebrow and bent a knee to make more room for him between my legs. He seemed to be comfortable where he was, looming over me, looking down at me with heated eyes, so I saw no need to switch places. “I’m not wearing any pants, fancy or otherwise.”
Dom chuckled and lowered his head so that our lips barely touched. The tip of his tongue darted out and licked the center of my top lip super softly. It was just the hint of a touch, the barest of caress and it was almost as sexy as the way his fingers were moving across my throbbing dick. “I know. It’s a good look for you, Lando.”
Heaving chest pressed into heaving chest while our mouths merged and our tongues tangled. We both made a strangled noise as hard cock brushed against hard cock the closer he leaned into me. He bent his elbow so that he was barely hovering over me, our stomachs touched and I liked that he felt so much bigger, so much heavier than anyone else ever had. He was substantial. He was significant … and so was the pleasure that coiled tight and urgent at the base of my spine as we each did our best to get the other off first.
It was a flurry of pumping hands, weeping tips, and bucking hips. Our bodies moved together and against each other kind of like they had been doing so for years instead of minutes, and again I wondered how something so rash, so sudden and unexpected could feel so necessary, so vital. There was no warning with Dominic Voss; there was just the drop and the fall into a swirling vortex of feeling and emotion and I was done trying to catch myself.
He moved his lips to the side of my neck and I moaned a guttural sound and arched up into him as his hot tongue started tracing the long line of vein and muscle that was stretched taut with pleasure as my straining cock swelled and pulsed eagerly into his talented touch. I was on the brink, ready to come, and I could feel the hitch in his breath and the kick in his turgid member that let me know he was close as well. I was going to move my hand lower, urge him to let go first when he levered up off of me, and suddenly let go of my begging dick and pulled his out of my exploring grasp.
I was about to demand he get back and finish what he started when I heard him rummaging around in a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed. I blinked when he was back, hovering over me with a condom in one hand and a familiar bottle of lubrication in the other. I blinked because he was so prepared, so ready, like having a guy show up at his apartment ready for sex was such a common occurrence that he had to have stuff on hand to make sure he got laid without a hitch. It made a sliver of unease slide through the passion and desire that was overriding everything else.
Some of my concern must have made its way onto my face because he stopped in the middle of suiting that mighty impressive erection up in the latex and cocked his head to the side as he looked at me.
“You okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned, so I propped myself up on my elbows and cast a look down at his waist and then back up at his questioning eyes.
“You just seem really prepared and I guess we don’t really know that much about each other. I don’t sleep around, Dom.” My dick might murder me if he got freaked out by what I was saying and called a halt to our sexual escapades, but I had to be up front with what my expectations were. That was only fair to both of us.
Dom finished rolling the condom down his engorged shaft and gave the base a solid squeeze which made my mouth go dry. I could totally get on board with watching him get himself off. That sounded like a good time for all.
“I’m a cop, Lando. It’s in my nature to be prepared for any circumstance that might arise. I don’t sleep around either, but I have been single for a while now and on occasion I have met someone here or there I only want to spend a night with. You are not one of those guys.”
It wasn’t like I could pass any kind of judgment. There was a time not too long ago where I was only down to have a boy in my life for the night and as long as he was telling me that wasn’t the case with us, I felt like I had to believe him. I wanted to believe him.
I gave him a little nod as he crooked his finger at me and told me to move closer to the edge of the bed with my legs bent. I took a deep breath and shifted into the position he requested. We locked eyes as he leaned over me and my very ready dick as his hand, now coated and slick, coiled around my cock and moved up and down at a languid pace. My breath hitched as he took his time, rolled over the tip and circled the head with a delicate touch before skating between my legs and rubbing over my taut sack.
My thigh muscles quivered, my abs pulled as tight as they had ever been as his firm touch disappeared between my legs and onto that spot that he needed to get ready for him. There was always the initial stretch and pull, and the tight ring of muscle got ready to yield. My heart kicked in my chest and I could see his nostrils flare as he worked a finger in and out of me while I struggled to keep my breathing in check.
Dom reached out with his free hand and picked up one of mine where it was lying on the bed. He put it on my now shiny and still straining erection and told me, “Touch yourself.” It was all so overwhelmingly intimate. So unrestrained and uninhibited. Even when I had taken strangers to bed knowing good and well I would never see them again, I hadn’t felt this same sense of freedom, of acceptance and approval. And while sex with Remy had always been sweet and heartfelt, full of emotion and sentiment, it had also been plagued by newness, doubt, and uncertainty. There was never this level of comfort or rightness with anyone else and I didn’t even know Dom’s middle name, or his favorite color, or what his favorite band was. It was all a little disconcerting and again I got the feeling of being cut off at the knees and leveled to the ground by this man.
