The Guy Next Door

Chapter 15

15

LEIF

W e have to break apart briefly so I can put the carbonara in the fridge, but then Zane grips my hand and guides me up to his bedroom.

I’m in a bit of a daze from what happened downstairs.

One minute I was talking to him about so much pain and darkness, and the next, he was on me, his mouth devouring my fucking face.

I’m clinging to that experience—his tongue teasing mine, the weight of him on my thighs, his breath slamming against my cheeks between forceful, urgent kisses.

He has two monitors on his desk, dark screens on both. There are some stray clothes scattered across the floor. Two bottles of water on the nightstand.

Not as messy as I figured he’d be.

He leads me to his bed and turns to me, practically attacking me with another kiss. I submit as he pulls me onto the bed.

This is so much more comfortable than the kitchen chair, which was starting to hurt my ass. Although, maybe it was only warming me up for what I’m curious about.

Zane rolls on top of me as our kisses become gentler, our bodies relaxing now that they know we’re surrendering to our urges, unwilling to deprive ourselves of how fucking good this feels.

He finally pulls away and takes a few breaths, gazing down at me with those steel-blue eyes.

“If I’d known it was going to feel like that,” he says, “I wouldn’t have left these lips alone that first night.”

“Me neither.”

He grins ear to ear before licking up my lips, until his tongue touches my nose. Even there, I feel a tingle radiating, as though his tongue is charging everything it touches.

“How am I gonna keep away from you long enough to get you out of these fucking clothes?” For the first time since we started kissing, he looks fucking pissed, but just as soon, his lips are back on mine, and now we have a challenge.

We work together, at first nearly fighting each other’s hands to get the other’s fly, but I finally surrender and let him undo mine first. When he’s finished, I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over him. I’ve barely tossed it off the bed and he’s already tearing my shirt off, and once we’ve gotten rid of those obstacles, his mouth is on my nipple in no time, his tongue flicking, teasing me.

“Fuck,” I moan, relaxing as he takes his time, as though he’s got a bone to pick with my nipple. He heads to the other, giving it some love before offering a gentle peck and a lick beside it.

“I’ll get a condom and lube,” he whispers into my flesh. “And I want you out of these fucking clothes.”

He grunts like it’s paining him to get off me, then rolls over to the nightstand. I take his words as the order they seem to be, speedily removing and discarding my clothes off the side of the bed.

Zane tosses a condom and lube on the pillow, then starts removing his own clothes.

His movements are slower, more controlled. When he removes his boxers, once again, I’m shocked, and he notices.

“Still surprised that a little guy can be this big?”

“Kinda,” I admit, which makes him smile.

God, that smile. Such a relief after how sad and angry he’s looked tonight.

He crawls over to me and offers a kiss near my navel, then kisses up my body until his lips are back on mine. He grips my cock and strokes.

“Well,” he says, pulling away from my mouth, “since you’re my little virgin, we should take things slow. First things first, I want you to get to know my cock better before I bury it in your ass.” He wears a wicked smirk as he rolls off me and sits up by his pillows.

“Please,” I say, not wanting a repeat rejection. “I want to try. Let me taste you. I need it, Zane.”

His smirk twists into his dimples. “That’s the kind of begging I expect. Come here. Say hey.”

Now I’m smiling as I get to my knees and crawl over to him, studying his girth, the perfect veins along the shaft. I lean down and lick at the base, near his balls, running my tongue up the shaft, tasting his flesh.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, “that’s right. That’s good, Leif.”

His encouragement makes me lick even more.

“Don’t be mean, Leif. Don’t tease me.”

With those words, I grab the base of his cock, noticing how fucking stiff the thing is before I slide the head into my mouth.

A rush of sensations radiates in my chest. Why does such a simple act have this effect on me?

Zane moans as I slide him a little farther into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of his soft skin against my lips.

As I relax into it, I bob my head up and down, taking him farther back each time.

Zane’s hand settles against the side of my face, his thumb stroking. “That’s good. You’re doing so good,” he tells me, his validation urging me on as I make it my mission to get him to the back of my throat.

But he’s too big for me to do that easily, and he notices my struggle. “Hey, hey. You don’t have to be so ambitious. Just enjoy yourself.”

I relax, running my tongue along the base of his shaft, adjusting to the sensation of having my mouth full. As I pull back to the head, I taste something against my tongue. Precum?

I swallow it, eager to get any part of him in me.

As I move up and down some more, his fingers thread through my hair. “God, that feels good. Wow. That’s it.”

His dick throbs in my mouth. I can tell it’s satisfying him, so I speed up my movements.

“Whoa, whoa,” he says. “If you want me in your ass, you can’t make me come like this.”

His warning is enough to make me release him, letting his wet cock fall against his abs.

“Come here, beautiful,” he says as he leans into me, licking my lips before offering another kiss.

He grabs the lube off the pillow beside us, pumping to wet his fingers. “I want you to be nice and open for me,” he says before sliding down the bed and reaching between my legs. He pushes between my cheeks, massages my hole with his forefinger and middle finger. “Gonna need that ass to be ready for me, right?”

I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations he stirs as he explores farther with one finger. I’m impressed with how well he reads my body, knowing how to ease me into it before adding another finger. He’s like some kind of sex god as he pushes back, teasing at that delicious spot.

My body vibrates, and I gasp.

“Yeah, that’s where you want my cock, right? You want it slamming up against it again and again, cum dripping from your cock as you take me?”

The way he’s got me worked up, I feel out of control. I love it.

I lean down close to him. “I want to know what it feels like,” I whisper against his lips.

I don’t know where this is coming from. For a guy who’d never thought twice about this, now I’m pleading for Zane’s monster cock. Doesn’t even feel like a desire, but a need. I’m so fucking horny that in this moment, it’s like my entire existence has been just to discover what he would feel like.

“Please, Zane. Please, I fucking need it.”

He gives my prostate another quick stroke that sends a warm sensation rushing through me. Then he leans back, assessing my expression. “Now that’s what I call begging,” he says with an almost sinister smirk.

When he pulls his fingers out, my body’s aching, wondering why I’m depriving it of such intense pleasure, but I remind myself it’ll be worth it. I watch as Zane readies himself—so smooth with his movements, how effortlessly he slides the condom on, then pumps some more lube into his palm before generously rubbing it around the condom.

“You’re gonna start off riding,” he says. “It’ll be easier that way.”

He scoots forward so he can lie against the pillow, and I straddle his waist, leaning down to take another kiss.

He positions himself between my cheeks, the head against my hole, but leaves it there. Clearly not in the rush I’m in. I push my ass back toward it, the head pushing in.

“Fuck, you really do need it,” he says.

“You have no idea.”

He can’t understand all the fantasies he’s activated within me now that I know how good it can feel. And the way he left me hanging the past few days has left my body desperate.

I want him to show me everything.

I close my eyes and sit back farther, but I have to stop when the pressure’s too much for me.

Zane rubs his hand against my thigh. “It’s okay. We have plenty of time,” he assures me, but he doesn’t understand this sensation that’s pulsing through me. How desperate I am. How it feels like the only way my agony will end is if he’s balls-deep in me.

But I know he’s right, so I take deep breaths, allowing my ass to relax.

Zane gazes up at me and runs his fingers through my bangs. “Come down here and kiss me. I miss your mouth.”

I do what he says, crushing my lips against his, appreciating his playful tongue once again. As we kiss, my body viscerally relaxes, and I feel his cock shift farther back in me.

“Yes, yes. Just like that.”

As I moan into his mouth, his hands rest against either ass cheek, pulling them apart as his cock steadily pushes deeper.

The pressure mounts, but as I fear it’s about to be too much, his cock halts in place.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so good, Leif. You have no idea how good you’re doing.”

I appreciate the compliment. I’m just so fucking nervous, but I can tell he’s learned how to ease a man into this, and I’m benefiting from all his experience and wisdom.

“Teach me, Zane.”

We kiss again, and he cups my face with his hands, and as I relax, I find my ass sinking, pushing him deeper into me.

A rush of sensation moves through me when his cock hits that spot in me. I pull away from his lips long enough for a moan, grinding my teeth as I try to take him a little faster.

“There’s no rush.”

“But I need it.”

“If you’re too eager, then that means I might have to wait to fuck you again next time.”

A warm sensation swirls in my chest. He’s already thinking about a next time?

It’s enough to encourage me to take my time. And as I calm down, he feeds me another inch.

The way that thick cock rubs up against my prostate causes a rush of energy, and my cock trembles before I feel precum push out of the head.

“Oh, yeah,” Zane says before I feel his hand around my shaft. He runs his thumb across the head, using the precum to lubricate me as he strokes. “That’s nice.”

I relax farther back still, a moan escaping my lips, the pressure intensifying. Just as soon as I think I might not be able to bear it anymore, my ass hits his pelvis.

I did it.

I fucking did it.

Why does that make me feel like a fucking champion?

“Nice work, Leif,” he says, rewarding me with a few generous pumps. “Stay right there. Let your body get used to having me in you like this.”

I want my body to get used to this.

I take a few more breaths as the pressure eases up. I lean back farther, trying to sit with the sensation.

“Never figured I’d have a dick in me, let alone one this size.”

“Never thought I’d get to have your ass, and oh, fuck, it’s better than I imagined.”

I love hearing that he was imagining this moment.

I take deep, steady breaths as Zane stares, this cocked smirk on his face suggesting he could lie there all night like that.

As the pressure loses its bite, I enjoy the way his shaft is pushed up against my prostate, and rise up on my knees. My body vibrates as sensation pools through me, urging me back down. Then up again.

It feels so natural, just some animal impulse guiding my rhythm.

With each motion, Zane continues stroking my cock, which leaks across his abdomen. It’s like his dick is fucking pushing it out of me.

As my movements become broader and faster, Zane starts to match them with gentle thrusts.

Soon, I’m all sensation, radiating from my ass through my chest and head, to my goddamn fingertips. I jerk and twist, and my eyes roll back as a network of nerves pulses through me.

“That’s great,” Zane says, thrusting and pumping my cock. “You’re doing so good, Leif. I’m so impressed with you.”

I maintain my pace, feeling more confident in my movements when I hear him say, “Okay, I think you’re ready now.”

“Ready?” I ask as his cock hits my prostate again just right, sending another wave of sensation pulsing through me.

“Yeah. Pull off and lie on your back.”

“But I just got this thing in me.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be easier now that you did it. Trust me.”

He’s shown me how much I can trust him with my body already.

As I pull off his cock, I marvel at it again. It’s laughable to think I ever had doubts.

I lie back against the pillow beside him, and he gets on his knees and moves between my legs. He hooks his arms around my thighs, positioning my body, not even needing to guide his cock in with his hands as he pushes up against my hole and slides right back in.

He was right. It’s much easier now that he’s loosened me up.

As his cock pushes into me, my back arches as he rubs up against my prostate again. Once he’s firmly back in, he offers a series of subtle thrusts, building up.

His mouth’s hanging open, his abs contracting as he clasps down on my thighs and works me up. “How does it feel now?”

“Inc-red-ible.”

He rests my thighs down and leans close to me, taking another kiss, his tongue forcing its way in as he gives me a few more thrusts in quick succession—broad, sweeping thrusts, each one hitting me just right, taking me higher, making me want so much fucking more.

“Something tells me you don’t want a nice, slow fuck,” he says, his breath slamming against my lips. “Am I right? Tell me I’m right. You say the word, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t know where this is coming from. I’d never even thought about this before.”

But with him so deep in me, my body feels so fucking hungry.

He smiles before offering a kiss against my jawline, then kissing down to my neck.

The warmth of his kiss, combined with what his cock’s doing to me, sends another network of nerves tingling through me.

“I want it hard,” I say, surprising even myself as I speak the words, and I hear him chuckle before he offers another tender kiss.

“I fucking knew it.” He leans back and hooks his arms under my thighs, and this time there’s no hesitation, no easing me into it. He offers a series of sharp thrusts so that I can hear the slap of his pelvis against my ass.

As he’s deep in me, my head instinctively rolls back, my hands gripping the sheets since my nerves are so excited, I feel like they might burst through my flesh.

The bed trembles with my body, my cock bouncing on my abs with his intense movements as he impales me with that monster cock.

I feel a warmth on me, and as I check to see what it is, I notice beads of sweat drop from his bangs, his expression determined as he gives it to me the way I clearly need it.

I love knowing how he’s working himself up for this. For me.

The pressure in my balls is too much for me, and I grab my cock and stroke.

He hammers away, and he’s in just the right spot.

“Like that,” I tell him. “Right there, right there.”

He doesn’t let me down. Doesn’t alter his pace.

“Give me that cum so I can lap it up,” he orders.

The thought of my cum on his lips is too much, and with one more thrust, it’s over for me—ropes of cum shoot out, and I feel some land on my fucking chin as he pushes it right out of me.

I vibrate and twist with sensation as his movements finally slow, and soon, I’m a corpse on the bed, my muscles surrendering to the sparks that still fire off in me as I come down from the high of what we shared.

Zane pulls out slowly, his care reminding me that even though he can drill my ass, he can still be so considerate and careful with me. It’s one of the many reasons I’m glad he’s the one who showed me what it was like.

He removes the condom and discards it, jerking himself before he buries his face in my load, lapping me up just like he said he would.

“Please don’t come yet,” I tell him.

He growls into my abs. “Leif, I don’t know if I can.”

“Please, I’m begging,” I say, since I know what that means to him.

And he shoots a look my way, pulling his hand away from his cock.

I sit up and grab it, stroking. “Please, I really want to.”

He starts to smile, but his chin quivers as his hips move back and forth.

I gaze down at that beautiful cock. Damn, how did I never look at a dick and see what I see when I look at Zane’s? Why does he make me so needy for it? How has it got me begging to do this?

Whatever the reason, I submit, leaning down and taking him into my mouth.