This Cruel Love

“If I get to do this every morning, I’m gonna dirty you up more often.”

The water cascading down our bodies cleared the soap suds, and he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He hummed as he sucked and then bit gently, using his tongue to circle then soothe the pinch of his bite. I held his head and rubbed myself against him. I knew where this was heading, and I was loving the build-up.

He moved to my other nipple, pulling and teasing until he was satisfied he’d driven me crazy. I went to grab the shower gel but he shook his head.

“No. It’s your turn first,” he commanded, and ran his soapy hands down my stomach and then in between my legs.

I moaned loudly this time as he rubbed his hand over my pussy and used his talented fingers to clean between my folds. I held onto his shoulders, expecting him to push his fingers inside me, but he didn’t. Instead, he sank down to his knees and pushed his head between my legs, using little licks over my clit to drive me wild. My head exploded as he flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves and then darted his tongue out, making me gasp and grab a handful of his hair.

He moved my legs so I was sitting on his shoulders, and buried his face into me, sucking hard and pushing his tongue into my entrance, tasting me and pushing me over the edge. Looking down at him, watching him pleasure me like this, was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen or experienced. He was on his knees for me, loving me with an intensity that no other man ever had. It made me feel special, powerful and shameless. I rubbed myself over his face and gripped his hair tighter as he alternated between flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking hard, circling and driving me into a mind-blowing release. All the time, he held me up in his strong arms to keep me safe. I felt every muscle in my body tense as my inner walls started to convulse, and my clit pulsated on his tongue.

“Jesus,” I cried, as he gave me the most delectable, breath-taking orgasm. My legs were like jelly, and the force with which my release was pulsing and vibrating through me made me slump forward, lost in the intensity of the moment.

“God, you taste even better than you look,” he growled up at me as he gently licked and brought me back down from the orbit I’d been circling for the past few minutes.

“Your turn,” I managed to say through my panting breaths.

He stood up, but kept me steady with his sturdy frame and strong arms.

“I want you,” he said, pushing his forehead against mine, “anyway I can get you.”

I leant against the wet, slippery shower walls to help me gain some balance to my body following the earth-shattering bliss I was coming down from. He had well and truly rocked my world. I could barely breathe. But I desperately wanted to taste him too, feel that same power, as I used my mouth to bring him to his knees.

I poured shower gel into my palm and ran it over his chest, enjoying the feel of his solid muscles under my fingers. The suds trickled down his stomach and over his long, thick cock. I ra

n my hand down over his stomach then between his legs to cup his balls and stroke him. Tease him into the same frenzy of lust he put me into. He opened his legs further to give me better access, and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip in silent suggestion. His breathing became deeper, more erratic, as I tickled and massaged his balls before moving to his shaft, rubbing it in a steady pace. He rocked his hips into my hands then groaned as I knelt down and ran my tongue around the tip, then down the length of him. He smelt delicious, with that manly musk that could drive any woman wild. Mix that with the clean soapy scent, and I was a goner. I licked across his balls gently, using my tongue to caress them. Then he moaned louder as I rubbed and massaged them with my tongue, his groans adding to my already horny state of mind.

“That’s… oh, fuck, angel. That feels so good.” He could barely speak; I knew I had him where I wanted him.

I pumped his cock with my fist, and licked and sucked back up to the base of his shaft. Then I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, circling around him with my tongue. I wanted to take as much of him as I could. Give the same level of pleasure to him as he gave me. So I sucked him, pushing his wet, swollen cock into my throat as deep and as far as I could, swallowing back, to give that extra squeeze I knew he’d love.

It didn’t take long before he was holding my head in place, grunting and fucking my face with everything he had. I wanted this for him. I wanted to please him any way I could.

I heard him moaning and mumbling incoherently, then I felt his cock swelling and throbbing at the back of my throat.

“I’m coming,” he panted, then hot, salty cum burst onto the back of my throat. I swallowed hard and sucked gently, knowing he was sensitive himself now, and wanting to elongate his pleasure for as long as possible. In that moment, I felt like I would do anything for him. The depth of my emotions startled me, they had grown so quickly.

In all the time I’d been with Justin, I’d never felt as treasured as Jackson made me feel. He took care of me, and I’d always been the one doing the taking care of. The role reversal was surprisingly welcome.

We held onto each other as we finished our shower, kissing, petting, nurturing. It was perfect. I couldn’t believe the monster I thought I’d met all those months ago was now this gentle, loving Adonis in front of me. It was crazy how things could change in life. I certainly felt as if my life was never going to be the same again. I just hoped I wasn’t enjoying the ride before the fall. I didn’t think I could survive another knockback. Not if it involved Jackson, or any kind of heartbreak.

So I pushed thoughts of broken hearts and betrayal to the back of my mind. I wasn’t going to let past mistakes cloud my happiness. If there was one thing I’d learnt recently, it was to grab every moment of joy with both hands, and hold on for dear life.

We spent days holed up together in his apartment, making the most of being together. Making love, not wanting to be apart. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It felt like neither one of us wanted to let the other go, we needed that constant contact. It soothed us both. For such an early relationship, it certainly felt intense and powerful. Our feelings, well mine at least, were overwhelming most of the time. I craved this man.

It was a Friday evening, and we were lying naked on the sofa after another heavy session, and watching T.V., when we heard the front door click open.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jackson cursed, and grabbed a throw from the back of the sofa to cover us up.

Cillian strode into the living area without a care in the world and plonked himself down onto the sofa opposite us, a smug-ass grin plastered over his face.

“What the fuck? Just let yourself in, why don’t you?” Jackson moaned. “You know that key is for emergencies only, right?”

“It was an emergency.” Cillian shrugged innocently, as if the last thing he’d expected to find was us together like this. The liar. “You haven’t shown your ugly ass at work for days now. Sounds like an emergency to me. You never miss work.” He kicked his legs up onto the coffee table, settling himself in for the long haul.

“And you couldn’t put two and two together?” Jackson said with irritation in his voice. He wrapped his arm around me, holding the throw protectively against my back, as I lay draped over his front.

“You know maths has never been my strong point, dude,” Cillian joked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, what are we watching?” He put his hands behind his head and winked at me.