grape, his jaw firming up a bit. Then he turned to look at me, really look at me, into me, boring deep.
“There’s nothing between me and Tennant, it was just a stupid crush. I wish it had never come out, I should have never told anyone but I thought…well, what I think about her isn’t important to talk about now. Now I want to talk about us. Are you saying you want to date me? Come out? Be seen together in public? Make a statement? Forgive me being dense but I’m all sorts of fucked up at the moment.”
“Fucked up! Fucked up!” Frank squawked and clicked his beak.
Tate grimaced. “Oh man, I’m sorry. I didn’t think he would pick that up.”
“It’s fine,” I said, my gaze roaming over his face, settling on his mouth and how pink and full his lower lip was. “He says worse. I know that Tennant is not your man, I am, yes?”
“Yeah, if you want to be.” He tossed a grape into his mouth, trying to be nonchalant but the tension was obvious in the set of his shoulders. I placed a hand to his neck, rubbing at the tense muscles.
“I would like to be very much. But we cannot be out. We must be discreet, for the safety of others, not for me. If it were for me I would announce our romance to the world.” A winsome smile lifted his lips. “I would lay you down and feed you grapes and cover your flesh with kisses.”
The tender smile blossomed into something sinful. He slid his hand into mine and pulled me to my bedroom, moving around me when we were near the bed.
“Do it.” He handed me the grapes, the stem warmed from being between his fingers. “Do it all. Lay me down, feed me grapes, cover my flesh with kisses.”
“Are you sure you want to continue this with me? You could be with another man or woman who would be out with you, living without secrets.”
“I’m sure. Now stop dawdling and feed me grapes.”
I cupped a hand around his neck, then led his mouth to mine. His lips were sweeter than any fruit on the planet. As was his body, which I bared slowly, peeling his clothes from him much as one would the delicate skin of a grape. I kissed his brow, then slipped a grape between his lips. Then I kissed his nose and fed him another grape. Then I tasted his lips, his chin, his throat, his chest, his tight nipples, each point of adoration followed by a taste of grape. His movements were brash, aggressive, lusty as I stretched out the lovemaking, teasing and tasting, licking a hot path down the inside of his thigh, worshipping his ankle and the arch of his foot before nibbling my way back upward, suckling on his balls until he cried out in frustration, then made the same languid path up and down the other leg.
“We have a few grapes left,” I stated as I nuzzled his sac, lifting it out of the way so I could tongue the space between his nuts and his tight hole.
“Oh for fuck…forget the grapes. I’m…ahhh, shit Vlad, yes, do that again.” He purred like a cat with cream. I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed them wider, angling my shoulders between his powerful legs. Tempted beyond rational thought, I longed to take one of those round fruits and insert it into him, then fish it out with my tongue. Instead I used a finger, slippery with spit, and began working him open as I sucked on his balls. His cock was stiff, the head plum-colored and slick with pre-cum. “I’m going to suck on the head of your cock. Look at it, look how red it is, how wet, how it yearns to be in my mouth. Watch me sucking you while I stretch your ass.”
Brown eyes hot with lust settled on me, his lips parted, his tongue between his white teeth. He hissed and spasmed when I pulled just the head of him between my lips. My finger went deeper, another joined it, and then a third as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead. His fingers dug into the bedding, pulling the sheets upward into mounds. A burst of pre-cum hit my mouth so I pulled off and out, lapping my way up his body, stopping only to tug at his nipples. He was frantic beneath me, clawing at the bed