Pretenders (Firsts and Forever 3)

He drove his cock into my ass until his hips were pressed against me. I held still, shaking with need as he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. He did that twice more, then began fucking me with long, deep strokes.

When I rasped, “Harder. Please,” he did as I asked. His body slammed into mine, and I pressed my hands and forearms to the glass as he fucked me. My cock ached and leaked precum but I ignored it, concentrating instead on the sensations he was sending through me.

It turned me on even more to imagine what we must look like to anyone who might somehow catch a glimpse of us. I started driving myself back with each thrust into me, letting myself cry out and moan without worrying about being too loud, too wild, too much. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever felt so uninhibited.

After several blissful minutes of this, Wes grasped my hips and came with a primal yell. I straightened up and reached behind me to caress his hair, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck as he began jerking me off. Once I was close, he pulled out of me and dropped to his knees, and when I turned to face him he wrapped his lips around my cock.

I came about three seconds after he started sucking me, my yell echoing through that empty apartment as I grasped his head and tried to contain my thrusts into that sweet, wet, eager mouth. That massive orgasm went on and on, tearing through me in waves, until my body had nothing left to give.

I took a shaky step backwards after he released my cock, and then I sat down abruptly because my legs didn’t seem willing to hold me up. Wes joined me on the floor, wrapping himself around me, and I leaned into him as I caught my breath.

It took a while for me to get it together. Finally, we both stood up, and when I sagged into him, he scooped me into his arms and deposited me on the chair. Then he covered me with his tuxedo jacket and kissed my forehead before saying, “I’ll be right back.” He left the living room buck naked, with the tied-off condom in one hand. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d removed it.

Not five minutes later, he returned dressed in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants and carrying a glass of ice water, which he handed to me.

As I took a drink, he perched on the arm of the chair and said, “I’m so glad you came home with me tonight. That was a thousand times better than anything that’s ever happened in this apartment.”

“I’m really glad you called.”

“Would you like that tour now? Full disclosure, it ends in my bed.”

“Absolutely.”

I pulled on my shorts and tank top and pocketed my phone, then followed him to the kitchen. It had dark gray cabinets and stainless steel appliances, and there was absolutely nothing on the modern, concrete counters. I asked, “Don’t you own a coffee maker?”

“I do. Why do you ask?”

“Because I’ve never seen such an empty kitchen.”

He proceeded to show me the special cabinet where the toaster and coffee maker lived. Apparently fancy people liked to hide their appliances.

I decided there was hope for him, though, when I spotted the rectangular table at the far end of the kitchen. Half of its glass surface was covered with sketchbooks, and a pair of black canvas bins which held art supplies. I assumed the cleared off end was where he ate.

I gathered up all of the sketchbooks and smiled at him as I said, “Go ahead and finish the tour. I’m going to look at these in bed.”

He led me down a hallway, indicating a totally empty room as he said, “I thought about turning that into a library, but I decided to hold off since I’m not sure I’ll be staying here long-term. And here on the left is the guest bathroom. The tour’s almost over, by the way. All that’s left is my bedroom.”

The spacious master suite held a king-size bed with gray-on-gray striped linens, a single nightstand with a lamp, and absolutely nothing else. A door to the left opened to a bathroom, and one on the right revealed a walk-in closet that was bigger than my bedroom.

I left the sketchbooks on the bed and went to take a closer look at the closet as I told him, “This is epic. Look at all this space!”

“It’s a mess right now.” He indicated the open suitcase on a built-in, upholstered bench, and some clothes hanging sideways on their racks, so they faced the center of the room. “I’ve been trying to pack for the trip, but it’s not going well.”