Arcanum (Tales from the Tarot)

18. Chris

Chapter eighteen

Chris

S ix p.m. couldn’t come fast enough. As soon as Greyson pulled into his driveway, I set a twenty-minute timer and paced in my living room, waiting for it to tick down. Twenty minutes seemed like a good time to decompress and shake off the day, right? That was about the time it took for me, anyway.

The second my phone vibrated, I silenced it and headed over to Greyson’s.

Like always, Greyson was already leaning against the doorway with a smug smile as I sprinted up the stairs. I realized a second too late that I should have worn something else, but after the gym and Monica’s ambush, I’d come home, showered, and threw on the first comfy thing I could find—a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. And of course, Greyson stood in the door looking like he’d walked out of the pages of a J.Crew catalog.

“Good evening,” he said as I opened the screen door, apparently not as put out by my shabby appearance as I was. Then again, if things went according to plan, neither of us would be in clothes for much longer.

“Too soon? Should I come back?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. How was your shift?”

“Fine. How was your day?”

“It was fine,” he replied with a sly smile that acknowledged we were both dancing around the reason I was there. To be fair, I’d never scheduled sex before. Usually it just kind of… happened.

Not wanting to waste any more time or give myself a chance to fuck it all up, I seized his face between my hands and kissed him hard. He melted against me with a muffled moan. I pressed him back against the doorframe, trying to eliminate all of the space between us without crushing him under my weight.

Greyson wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer while his pelvis pushed against mine. My stomach spasmed with a little loop-de-loop. He was already hard.

Tearing his mouth free, he panted out, “Bedroom,” and promptly resumed kissing me to the point of distraction.

After a moment, I forced myself away from him. A bedroom was a much better place for this, not standing in his foyer with the door still open, where anyone could see us. Palming my hard-on through my sweats, I cut across to the stairs and made my way up.

Closing the door, Greyson followed after me, as silent as a cat with bare feet.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, I turned to face him, ready to devour him again. I’d barely managed one kiss before he shoved me backward onto the bed with a surprising strength.

Laughing and thrilled he was as eager as I was, I scooted backward, reclining against the headboard.

He crawled onto the bed, making his way up my legs to straddle my lap. Peeling off my t-shirt, he tossed it to the side and ran his hands down my chest, biting his lower lip.

I promptly ripped the hem of his button-up out of his pants. “I don’t know why you wear so many layers.”

“So you can undress me.”

Like a kid at Christmas, I did exactly that—ripped his sweater and his button-up over his head and tore open his pants. The outer clothing was just for show, since he wasn’t wearing a belt or any underwear either. He slipped out of his pants and tossed them onto the floor.

Instead of crawling back into my lap, though, he knelt next to me on the bed. Sliding his hands down my body, he hooked the waistband of my sweats in his fingers and dragged them downward, out of his way but not off completely. Kissing and licking a torturously slow path from my mouth to my dick, he settled between my legs, studying me up close with his customary intensity. A flutter of nerves shot through me. Did I measure up? Was it what he was expecting?

His face didn’t reveal anything. He must not have minded, though, because the next thing I knew, he ran the flat of his tongue from my balls, up my shaft, and over the crown.

I exhaled as the head of my cock disappeared into Greyson’s mouth, gliding deeper and deeper until his nose brushed the freshly-trimmed patch of hair.

“Oh my God.” I couldn’t help but thrust upward, chasing the amazing sensation. He groaned around my cock, sending vibrations straight to my balls.

Backing off slowly, he dragged his tongue along the underside, flicking it beneath the head. His gaze slid up my body, my cock still in his mouth, as he twirled his tongue around it slowly, teasingly. I know I made a noise, a strangled squeak, from the look in his eyes alone, burning with so much lust that my dick twitch excitedly.

Sucking it in deeper, each sensation was soft and sensuous and completely unhurried, like he was savoring every second, drawing it out for both of us. It wasn’t something he was doing out of obligation. He was doing it because he wanted to and he fucking loved it.

A rush of pleasure swept over me. I’d never been the focus of anyone’s desire before—not like this. I’d been wanted for my looks, sure, or for what I was expected to do for the other person in bed but this was different. This was so fucking different. There was nothing in it for Greyson but he sucked and licked my dick like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough.

There was something so fucking sexy about the way he did it, too. The way his lips wrapped around my shaft, glistening with spit. How his eyes were half-hooded. How his hands touched me, caressing me everywhere within reach, making it a whole-body experience instead of dick-only.

I was used to fast blowjobs, unenthusiastic blowjobs, and sloppy blowjobs straight out of a bad porno. Greyson was leagues ahead of them all. He never rushed. He never gagged or made an absolute mess. It was all controlled, steadily pushing me toward blissful release, doing exactly what I wanted at the moment I wanted it, like magic.

My cock twitched in his mouth again, a warning echoed by the tightening in my lower abs. He ran his hands along my thighs, moaning again, sucking harder.

I shivered and grabbed him by the arms, hauling him into my lap before I busted in his mouth.

“What’s—”

I silenced his question by slanting my mouth over his and sliding my tongue between his lips, eagerly tangling with his. The taste of my pre-cum on his lips was an unexpected thrill, a hint of salt flavoring his usual vanilla.

Greyson slid into my lap again, making it easier to make out. Right about the time I knew the urge to orgasm had dissipated, he ground his ass against my dick, working it along his crease while his hard-on rubbed against my abdomen.

“Goddamn… that feels good too,” I groaned, holding onto his hips and thrusting up against him.

“Oh yeah?” He gave me an all-knowing smirk. “Just wait til you actually fuck me.”

Was that a legit option? I stared up at him, trying to decide if he was serious. Even after all of the research into gay sex, the only conclusion I came to was there was no one-size-fits-all. Some guys loved anal, others hated it. I’d had no idea where Greyson stood on the matter, but I certainly did now.

Greyson’s smirk never faltered as he leaned down and kissed me hotly. He grabbed my hands in his and slid them from his hips to his ass. When I squeezed it, he skimmed his palms up my arms and over my shoulders, grazing along the back of my neck as he angled for a deeper kiss.

I massaged his asscheeks, marveling at the feeling, how they could be firm but soft, how perfectly they fit in my palms. Everything about him was perfect.

“How bad do you want it?” he mumbled against my lips.

“So bad.”

He swiveled his hips, grinding and teasing. “First things first,” he said before biting his lower lip. Swinging one leg behind him, he pivoted, laying across my lap. As he readjusted, his dick slid along mine, inadvertently teasing. I exhaled sharply, nearly sucking it in again when he arched his back. His ass was right there in all its fucking glory and it was all I could do to keep myself from pouncing like some sex-crazed maniac.

I caressed the curve of his ass in awe before something silver between his cheeks caught my eye. A sparkly circle was pressed flush between them. My fingers drifted around the perimeter of the beveled crystal, tracing the outline, while my brain about had a meltdown.

At first glance, I didn’t know what it was. It didn’t take long to figure it out. It was a plug. Meaning that at some point during the day, he lubed himself up and inserted it in anticipation of what was to come. Just like the blowjob, he fucking wanted it. With me . And he wasn’t ashamed to let me know how much.

“Take it out,” he said softly. “I want something else inside me.”

When I forced my eyes away from his ass, I found him gazing over his shoulder with a look that could melt the sun.

I rushed to comply with his request, taking the faux diamond between my fingers and pulling slowly, watching with rapt fascination as his hole stretched around the silver teardrop before giving up its possession. The plug slipped free. His hole clenched reflexively, like it missed the plug already. He didn’t have much body hair to begin with, but his hole was also smooth, without a hair to be found anywhere on his ass or his taint. Even his balls were smooth, flushed a deeper pink than the hole that was open and waiting for me.

Sucking a finger into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it, getting it slick before withdrawing it. I knew he wanted my dick and I wanted to fucking give it to him, but I also wanted to explore the new, taboo area I was being gifted with.

Stroking around his rim lightly just so I could watch his hole pucker and relax again, I was delighted when his dick twitched against mine. I ran my fingertips down his taint, tracing the faint line to his ball sac. It was one of those things that I knew logically existed, but had never interested me before. Now? I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to explore every inch of him.

It seemed like every time I touched him somewhere new, Greyson’s asscheeks clenched, or his cock jumped in my lap. I mean, he’d gone through all of the trouble of waxing or shaving or whatever, so I figured he wanted me to appreciate it. Right? I was just trying to admire his efforts so he knew they hadn’t been wasted.

Adding more saliva to my finger, I pressed the tip against his entrance, pausing briefly to glance up at him. He was watching me again, his face half-obscured by his shoulder. From the lustful way his gaze met mine, I figured I had permission to proceed.

Pushing my finger in slowly, I gasped when it slid in without much resistance. Greyson exhaled, rocking his hips again. His cock slid along mine, slick with our pre-cum. I stroked his insides, feeling my way around for… everything. It was all completely foreign and fucking exhilarating.

After a bit, I slipped two fingers inside, earning me a breathy moan from Greyson. He flicked his hips back against my hand, helping my fingers sink in all the way.

“Oh, fuck.” I marveled at his ass again, watching the slow slip and slide of my fingers moving in and out of him, glistening with lube and spit. It was so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to watch my dick do the same thing.

On one backward stroke, the pad of my finger slid over a small bump. I was about to be concerned, but Greyson moaned, so I went back to it, rubbing it with more purpose. The moans continued and then the squirming started, making his dick grind against mine. There was no other way to put it—I was immediately addicted.

Like a kid with a new toy, I didn’t let up. I went from curious rubbing to deliberate tapping, like it was literally a button. If I pushed it enough, I wondered what my prize was going to be.

Greyson’s hand dove between his legs, gripping his dick and squeezing. “Fuck, Chris! St—” The rest of his words died in a strangled cry. I didn’t even have time to ask if he was ok. Something warm and wet landed on my thigh and I looked at it with wide eyes. White droplets seeped from his clenched hand.

I withdrew my fingers, which sent a full-body shudder through him. The realization of what happened sent a wave of pride through me, followed by an immediate greed for more.

After he caught his breath and wiped his hand off on a towel he unearthed from behind a pillow, Greyson pushed himself up onto his knees and straddled my lap, fixing me with a look I couldn’t decipher. It was somewhere between mad and horny.

“That’s not how that was supposed to go,” he said, his voice low.

“But you liked it, right?” I blinked innocently at him.

He swiped one of the droplets off my thigh and leaned forward, painting my lips with it. “That’s not the point.”

I opened my mouth, sucking his finger inside and swirling my tongue around it, pleasantly surprised by how much I didn’t hate the salty-sweet taste or the texture.

Tearing his finger out of my mouth, Greyson took my face between his hands and kissed me hard. My cock slid between his asscheeks again, gliding along his crease. I was desperate to push it inside, to feel him clench around my shaft the way he’d clenched around my fingers, but I wasn’t sure what his orgasm meant for the rest of our sexual activities. Was it game over? Or just a warm-up?

“Do you have a condom?” he murmured against my lips, swiveling his hips and adding more pressure to my cock.

I groaned from what he was doing but managed to shake my head quickly in answer to his question before he thought the groan was being directed at his safety conversation.

“Do you want one?” he asked.

I shook my head again, adding, “Only if you do.”

“You’re trusting,” he replied before dragging his tongue across my lips. I slid my hand into his hair and tried to guide his mouth back to me, but he pulled away too fast, leaning over to the nightstand and retrieving a bottle of lube. He popped the cap and shifted backward, drizzling it all over my cock. Slicking his hand up and down my shaft, he rolled his palm over the head of my dick, coating everything thoroughly. A rich cocoa scent permeated the air, sweet but not sickeningly so, like he had a cake going in the oven.

I lifted his hand and sucked a finger into my mouth, groaning as the decadent flavor melted on my tongue. Fuck, it was chocolate. And it tasted just like one of his cakes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, stroking me slowly with his other hand. “We don’t have to. There are plenty of other ways to get you off.” A warm, firm sensation butted up against the underside of my shaft. I glanced down, amazed to see he was jacking both of us together, his long fingers holding our cocks steady as they slipped and slid against one another with the lube.

“I want to,” I replied, finally relinquishing his finger. I wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear my voice was husky, breathless from the anticipation.

A sexy smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. He dropped his hold on his dick and rose up on his knees, angling my cock beneath him. My heart pounded against my ribs as the head of my cock slid along his taint, resting against his entrance for a beat. His gray eyes brimmed with want and he made sure to hold my gaze as he lowered himself slowly, drawing out the sensations. For every inch I slid in deeper, my heart raced faster. I hadn’t even realized I held my breath until I was balls deep. His lashes fluttered, fighting to maintain eye contact.

“Oh, fuck, Grey…” I slid my hands up his thighs and along his hips, trying to process everything I was feeling. His ass was fucking amazing—as amazing as his mouth had been. As his hand had been. Everything about him was just amazing. It was so hot, perfectly snug without being painful. Slippery without being gross.

That taboo thrill rippled through me again, having conquered the mystical “A” territory that society at large told you was dirty and sinful, that people guarded zealously and shamed you for having any remote interest in. Greyson rejected all that, obviously, and he didn’t make me feel repulsive or barbaric for finding pleasure in it.

Greyson rocked his hips slowly, either teasing me or testing out the dick inside of him. I didn’t care. Even that little bit of movement felt fucking incredible.

“You like when I take control of your cock like this?” Greyson asked, rolling his hips and grinding down hard, impaling himself further so I felt the pressure in my balls.

“God yes,” I breathed, pleasure coursing through me. I grabbed a cheek in each hand, squeezing, as I swiveled my hips beneath him.

“What about this?” He raised himself up again until the tip of my dick was the only thing still inside. Without warning, he dropped his ass, taking me to the hilt in one swift, stunning motion.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That feels—fuck!” He did it again and I swear I saw stars.

Watching him ride me, eyes half-closed and lips parted, was without a doubt one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen in my entire life. His cock slapped against my abs every time he slammed himself down. When he rocked his hips or swiveled them, it slid over my muscles, begging me to touch it. So I did. Gripping his length as he rode me, I slid my fist up and down in time with each thrust of his hips, so he alternated between fucking my hand and taking my cock deep in his ass.

As amazing as it was, I was a greedy bastard and I wanted more. I appreciated him doing all the work, but I wanted to experience what it was like to truly fuck him—to be the one in charge and calling the shots.

I released his dick and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling myself into a sitting position and essentially bringing a halt to his movement, other than the occasional swivel of his hips. I flicked my tongue over his hard nipples, sucking one into my mouth gently and running my tongue in lazy patterns around it.

He moaned and threaded his fingers through the longer part of my hair, pressing my face into his chest. “Mmm. That feels good.”

“I want to try something else,” I said, pressing kisses to his sternum and up to his throat, kissing and sucking his pale skin.

“I’m all ears.”

“I want you on your stomach.”

As soon as my arms loosened, he slid out of my lap and laid down next to me, on his stomach as I’d asked. Folding his arms beneath his chin, he glanced back at me. “Now what?”

“Now you lay there, beautiful, and let me take over for a while.” I stretched out over the top of him, my chest to his back, balancing as much of my weight as I could in my arms. Kissing the back of his shoulder and his neck, my cock slid between his cheeks again but didn’t slip inside yet.

He arched his back, wriggling his ass against me and spreading his knees. I let him get into whatever position was most comfortable before I pushed back onto my knees, straddling the outside of his thighs, and lined my cock up with his hole. It was a deeper pink than before, slick and shiny with lube.

Without even thinking, I scooted backward and lowered my face to his ass, dragging my tongue from his balls, up his taint, and straight to his hole. The chocolate flavor was still there, mixed with a faint saltiness I could only assume was from me.

Greyson gasped and I groaned, pressing my face in again, licking his hole with more determination. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. It was pure instinct and a level of desire I didn’t know was possible for someone like me, someone who’d been vanilla his entire life. Yet there I was with my tongue buried in a guy’s ass like it was the greatest thing I’d ever eaten in my life. The chocolate lube probably helped, but it was also him —Greyson. He’d gotten in my head, under my skin, from the moment I laid eyes on him. And all I wanted to do was be worthy of him.

Since variety was the spice of life, I moved my mouth between his ass and his cock, licking and sucking and nibbling on all of the skin in between. I couldn’t decide which part was my favorite. The sweetness of his dick, the firm, textured feel of his balls, or his whole ass—the soft, silky spot of his taint, to his chocolate-flavored hole and the way it grasped at my tongue when I speared it inside.

I let a mouthful of spit fall from my lips, watching it hit just above his hole and slide down, disappearing deep inside of him, where my cock ached to be again. Diving after it, I sucked and slurped around his rim, using my nose and chin to add additional pressure as I changed angles, trying to maximize the feeling for him.

His fingers slid through the top of my hair and fanned out over the back of my skull, pulling my tongue deeper into him while he panted and writhed on the bed in front of me. “Oh fuck… That feels amazing. You’re going to make me come again.”

While I definitely wanted that, I didn’t want it to happen without me.

I pulled back and shifted up onto my knees, retrieving the bottle of lube and squirting more into my hand. I stroked my cock with it and pressed two slippery fingers inside of him, going straight for that bump I felt earlier. If it was possible, it felt even bigger than before, and my fingers went right to it, caressing and tapping against it in a random pattern.

He threw his hips back, trying to fuck my hand with a desperate moan.

“Oh, no. Not again, baby. Not yet.” I slid my fingers out and readjusted my stance behind him. Spreading his cheeks in my hands, I lined my cock up with his hole and thrust in slowly.

Greyson moaned, his ass clenching under my hands. I watched, utterly fascinated, as his hole swallowed my cock with hardly any effort, sucking me in deep, just like he had with my tongue and my fingers.

“Oh, shit, that’s good.” I groaned, pulling back out slowly just so I could watch it disappear again, the smell of chocolate renewed along with a soft squelching as I drove it in to the hilt. Everything about him was the sensory overload I’d been craving and I didn’t know what to focus on first.

He clenched around my dick and flicked his hips, a signal to keep moving. I thrust in, hard, enjoying the way he gasped. Bracing myself above him on my hands, I kept up the pace, fucking into him hard and deep, until the sounds of wet skin slapping and grunts and moans were all I heard.

“Just like that,” Greyson panted, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust.

The fact he was still an active participant even after I told him I’d do all the work was another thrilling aspect to discover. I didn’t get the feeling he was doing it because I wasn’t doing my job; he was doing it because he couldn’t help himself. I didn’t blame him. I was so fucking close to busting but I wanted to hold out as long as I could, to make the whole experience last for both of us.

I kissed the back of his neck, slowing my thrusting so each stroke was long and deep. The rising swell in my abdomen calmed somewhat, until he fucking moved beneath me, bouncing his ass back against my cock and taking over after I came to a halt inside of him.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I whispered, breathing hard and trying to ignore the way his ass squeezed my cock every time he shifted forward. “I’m about to come.”

“But you feel so good,” he whispered back, kissing me over his shoulder.

I thrust in again, pushing deeper and deeper, until he whimpered and bit down on the comforter. “I want to make it good for you.”

“I want to make it good for you ,” he countered, doing some kind of clench/thrust thing with his ass and hips, basically fucking me even though he was underneath me.

The pressure inside of me started up again and I scrambled to put the genie back in the bottle. “Oh my God, that feels incredible… but you have to stop. You’re going to make—Oh fuck, oh, fuck!” There was no stopping the tidal wave crashing inside of me. The only thing I could do was ride it out.

I grunted and slammed into him, again and again, chasing the rising swell.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, meeting each thrust I dealt out with small gasps and whimpers.

Pounding his hole as hard and as fast as I could, I fucked him until we were both screaming and moaning. My orgasm exploded out of me, pouring into him as I kept thrusting, riding the indescribable high.

When it was done, I collapsed on top of him, panting, as he twitched and trembled beneath me. Sliding my arms underneath his so I could hold him, I buried my face into the side of his neck. I didn’t think I’d ever come so hard in my entire life.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, kissing his ear and his neck, his face, anything I could reach without pulling out of him. “I tried to stop it.”

“You don’t ever have to apologize,” he whispered back, turning his face toward me so I could kiss his lips. “The whole point is to feel good.”

“But you didn’t get yours.”

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I got mine. I got mine before your cock was even inside of me, remember?”

“I was hoping for Round Two.”

He kissed my lips sweetly before saying, “We have all night, darling.”

My face flushed hotter and my stomach flipped. Being called “Darling” shouldn’t have made me gooey, but for some reason it did. And I couldn’t wait to hear it again.

In between exhausting and exhilarating rounds of the best sex of my life, I told Greyson I had to run home and let Nitro out before he either destroyed the house out of boredom or left a lake of pee for me to clean up.

He gave me a lazy smile and another languid kiss. “I’ll go make us something to eat then.”

Slipping out of bed, I gathered my clothes and got dressed while Greyson disappeared downstairs in only a pair of trunks.

Giving one last longing look at the bed, I practically floated down the stairs and out the front door. Right into Nancy Perkins’ disapproving gaze. She’d stopped on the sidewalk, her yappy little dog weaving around her ankles, glaring up at Greyson’s house.

“Christopher,” she snipped.

“Mrs. Perkins.” I rolled my eyes and cut across the front yard.

“Did you wander into the wrong house?”

“No ma’am.”

“I hope you’re not doing anything your family would disapprove of.”

Fuck! Did she hear something? Impossible. The windows were closed. Although… they were old. And thin. Maybe she just meant Greyson in general, given what a fucking commotion Karen Carlisle had been causing over his store. And that goddamn article in the paper…

“Have a nice night, Mrs. Perkins!” I gave her a wave and kept walking, muttering, “You nosy old bitch.”

“Mapleton is a nice town,” she yelled after me. “I would hope the police, of all people, would keep it that way!”

I slammed my front door, trying to ignore the seedling of fear that popped up in the wake of her blatant disapproval. Even if she did hear something, it was her word against mine. And she was pushing ninety, or whatever. How good could her hearing be, anyway?

It didn’t stop Stacey’s words from echoing in my head, though. Dating him could be hard and you haven’t really struggled before.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she had a point. Openly dating a guy in a place like Mapleton would be hard. Was I prepared for that? Was I prepared for the side-eyes and the whispers? I couldn’t even muster up the courage to tell my best friend, for fuck’s sake.

At the very least, you’re going to have to get comfortable with being un comfortable.

Between the witch stuff and being gay in Mapleton, I imagined Greyson was pretty uncomfortable—but that didn’t stop him from living his life the way he wanted. Maybe he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable if he had someone to share the burden with? If someone else could shoulder some of that discomfort for him? If there were two people in town sporting rainbow flags and whatnot. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so alone.

I could do that, I realized.

For him, I felt like I could do anything.