The One That I Want(4)

“Does it mean that much to you?” Paul asked, smiling.

“Yes.”

“Okay, you can take me to dinner before the show. I’ll even let you choose the restaurant.”



SATURDAY NIGHT came and we enjoyed dinner at a small Japanese restaurant around the corner from the theater. My head was buzzing from too much sake. Paul dragged me down the street by the hand and he didn’t release it until we were ushered to our seats. It was the longest we’d touched in the last week and it wasn’t long enough.

Not long after our drink at intermission, Paul was out cold again, snoring softly. Really? What was he doing during the day that was wearing him out? As soon as I had that thought, I shut it down.

Even though my date slept beside me, the performance was fantastic and I sang my heart out. Kenickie was still my favorite, and I knew I’d be jerking off to his image tonight. I sighed inwardly—it wouldn’t be the first time.

As the performers sang the final number, I was doo-wopping and shoo-be-dooing right along with them. I looked at Paul, who was staring right at me; a sleepy, happy grin on his perfect face. His eyes shone as he held my gaze.

His mouth moved, and I thought he said, “God, you’re wonderful,” but I couldn’t hear him over the noise of the final number.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“I said, do you want to get a coffee after?”

“I need to get home to feed Dave... but I have coffee at my place?”

Paul’s grin lit the theater. “I was hoping you’d say that.”





CHAPTER THREE




NO SOONER had I closed my apartment door behind us than I was pinned against it, Paul’s mouth devouring mine. I had no choice but to give in and let him take what he wanted from me, which appeared to be my breath. He licked and nibbled at my mouth like I was dessert. I struggled to breathe. His tongue danced with mine as he pinned me with his size and considerable kissing skills. My skin was on fire where he touched me, and I couldn’t fill my lungs fast enough when his mouth left mine. As he moved the assault to my neck, I tilted my head to give him more access. My knees threatened to buckle under the pleasurable torture.

“God, I can’t believe I’m finally kissing you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Paul whispered, leaving hot trails against my skin where his lips had been.

“Umm, since last week?”

He kissed my ear and sucked on the lobe. “Before that.”

Before that?

Any coherent thought fled as Paul dropped to his knees and fumbled with my fly. “I need to taste you.”

“Uh huh.” Yeah, like I was going to say no to a blow job. It would probably be my only one from him so I planned to enjoy it while I could.

Paul freed my erection from the confines of my pants and swallowed me deep into his throat, burying his nose in my short pubes. “Oh my f*cking god.” It had been a while since I’d had a blowjob, but I didn’t remember any of them feeling like this.

Paul lifted his head. “Holy... you taste so good.” He sucked me all the way back down without missing a beat as he held me against the door, his hands pinning my hips so I couldn’t thrust like I wanted to. Watching his head bob up and down at my crotch while he sucked and licked at my length was the biggest turn on. I threaded my fingers through his hair—hell, I needed something to hang on to—as incoherent groans came from my throat.

I couldn’t believe this man was on his knees, for me. Worshipping my dick like he was a starving man and I was his only source of sustenance. The thought did me in and I could feel my orgasm making my toes curl. It rose up my spine quickly, like fingers of flame following a trickle of kerosene.

I tugged on his hair gently, warning, “Paul, I’m gonna...”

He quickened his pace, cupping my balls in one hand as the other held my hips still. When a finger gently touched my hole I was gone. The flames erupted, and I shot hot streams down his throat. He moaned as he held me still, working his throat around the head of my cock, milking every last drop.

“Ohmygod.” My knees threatened to give out. Paul stood, wrapping his arms around me, holding me up as he kissed me deep and hard. I tasted myself on his tongue. I never knew I tasted that good—maybe it was the combination of both of us together, but the tang was doing a number on my brain. I tried to form words, possibly a sentence, but my thought process was a hot mess.

“I want to... oh God... have sex with you. Please tell me we can,” Paul whispered in my ear, his breath making my already sensitive skin tingle with a renewed arousal.

I must’ve said something in the affirmative, because Paul bent down and pulled up my pants so I could walk without tripping on them. Grabbing my hand, he dragged me down the hallway to my bedroom. In his haste he opened the bathroom door and realizing it wasn’t the room he wanted, he closed it again before opening the correct one.

He pulled me into his arms again, kissing me deeply as he ground his hard cock against my hip. “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured between kisses. He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed; then he pushed me down and climbed on top of me.

“Move up the bed,” he ordered softly. Under his kisses, I shuffled up the mattress awkwardly, unable to do anything except what he told me, until my head hit the pillows.