hidden under loose, baggy clothes. The man really did have a perfect ass.
“Turn around,” he whispered against Thierry’s neck.
Wordlessly, Thierry obliged, turning his back and bending to rest his hands on the edge of the bed.
Isaac paused a moment to enjoy the view. It was everything he’d dreamed of and more. He pulled open the drawer in the bedside table, grateful he’d restocked his supplies in anticipation of his birthday wish coming true.
He wriggled a lube-slicked finger between Thierry’s firm cheeks and reached around to stroke him in time with gentle thrusts, smiling when Thierry moaned and pushed back. Oh, yes, this was going to be good. It shouldn’t have been possible, but his cock grew even harder as he watched his finger disappear into the tight heat of Thierry’s body. He groaned, wanting to be inside so badly. “Gonna savor you like a fine wine,” he said.
One more buck of Thierry hips nearly undid his plans. Climax fast approaching, Isaac released Thierry’s cock to grab the base of his own. He’d waited too long for the evening to end before it had even begun.
Once more in control, he slipped his finger out of Thierry’s body, needing both hands to open the condom and roll it on. He added lube to himself and more to Thierry’s hole, then slowly pushed in, hissing with pleasure as he was squeezed by his new lover’s internal muscles. For him, there could be no better feeling in the world than this, being buried deep in a welcoming body. Only, this was no casual, feel-good fuck in a back room at the club. This was the first of what he hoped would be many, many encounters.
Thierry proved a very passionate—and very vocal—lover. As with his culinary masterpieces, the man put everything into what he did, pushing back hard against Isaac, urging him on, chanting, “Deeper, harder, faster…”
“Can I get rough?” Isaac asked, silently hoping for a yes.
“Mais oui!” came the enthusiastic reply.
Grinning happily, he bent down to kiss Thierry’s back in gratitude, then grabbed his lover’s ample hips and buried himself to the hilt. Oh, shit, that felt good! Trusting his partner to tell him if he went too far, he pounded into Thierry. If the sounds the pillow against his face couldn’t quite muffle were anything to go by, Thierry loved every minute of it.
Isaac drove in so hard the bed inched across the hardwood floor and he had to chase it—and Thierry—across the room. Finally, he gave up. “On your side, on the bed,” he ordered, reluctantly withdrawing from Thierry’s wonderful, tightly gripping heat.
Thierry did as told and Isaac crawled up behind him, spooning him and positioning himself once more. They both moaned when he pushed in. Taking advantage of the position, he reached around to stroke Thierry’s cock. Some men went soft when they were fucked, but not Thierry; his cock was hard and leaking profusely, making Isaac’s hand slide easily over the engorged flesh.
Balls tightening and abs trembling, Isaac bit Thierry where neck met shoulder and pushed in as far as he could, moaning through his teeth as he came. Riding out the aftershocks, he continued to stroke his lover, who was still eagerly thrusting into his hand. When Isaac regained enough of his wits, he pulled out and rolled Thierry over to take the man’s fat, uncut cock between his lips. “Hmm,” he moaned, reveling in the musky male taste and smell.
From somewhere near the head of the bed he heard an answering moan, followed by what he supposed was French profanity. Thierry’s cock spasmed, filling his mouth with the evidence of passion. Isaac eased the pressure, but continued to gently suck Thierry’s cock clean.
Happily exhausted, he climbed up the bed to kiss his grinning lover.
“That was amazing,” Thierry said.
Isaac answered with a grin of his own. “Just the warm-up.”
Mock horror on his face, Thierry answered, “I’m a dead man.” He laughed and added, “But I will go happy, oui?”
Isaac turned off the light and settled next to his birthday wish come true, pulling the covers over them both.
Tentative fingers explored his dreadlocks, finding and caressing his scalp. “Happy birthday, Isaac,” Thierry murmured quietly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Isaac replied, smugly satisfied that he’d gotten his wish.
Early the next morning, Victor yelled at his fifth florist of the day, “Whaddaya mean you’re out of long-stemmed red roses?”
What You Can’t Live Without
What You Can’t Live Without
Friday, October 20, 2000 – Atlanta, Georgia
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