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This is soooo random, but what the hell! Sadly, I do not know or own Bam Margera or Ville Valo or anyone else involved in this fic and none of the following ever happened.
I pushed open the guest room door quietly and poked my head around the corner. The room was as dark as it was possible for it to be, considering that it was 2pm on a bright, sunny day in July. I squinted into the gloom and forced my eyes to focus on the bed.
Ville was curled up under the duvet and a comforter and, as far as I could tell, was fast asleep. I pulled my head out of the room and began to shut the door behind me.
“Bam?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
I entered the room again as he pushed himself up in bed and I crossed the room to sit by his feet, closing the door behind me.
“How’re you feeling?”
“I dunno…tired…my throat hurts…”
“I know darling. Do you want anything?”
He shook his head and held out his arms to me. I moved closer to him and let his head rest on my shoulder as I wound my arms around his thin body. I took his head in my hands and tilted his head back to see his face. He had dark circles under his slightly bloodshot eyes and he was, if it was humanly possible, paler and thinner than before. Even when he’s ill, he’s beautiful. To me, anyway. I bent my head and tasted his lips, normally soft and silky smooth, now chapped and rough but they still had the sweetest taste I could ever imagine. I leant further forward for another kiss and nipped on his bottom lip. I whimpered as he pulled his head away.
“Don’t want you to get sick.”
I was more than aware that I was pouting but I couldn’t help it. I also knew that he can’t resist me when I pout. He leant forward and placed one more kiss on my lips, letting his lips linger before pulling away and lying back down on the bed.
“Sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m sure.”
“Want me to leave?”
“No. Stay here until I fall asleep?”
I nodded and moved to lie beside him on the bed and let him curl into me. My hand drifted up to stroke his hair until I thought he was asleep.
“Mmmm, don’t stop,” he murmured into my neck. I smiled and began to stroke his curls again. He was practically purring against me and his breathing had become more erratic, his heartbeat pounding against my chest.
A few seconds later and all of his self-control had disappeared. His hands were ripping off our clothes as my tongue explored every little bit of his mouth. I let him push me onto my back on the bed and spread my legs, never taking his mouth from mine. He swallowed my scream as his cock pushed deep, hard and unlubricated into my tight body, giving me no time to adjust before quickly building a fast, hard, unrelenting pounding rhythm into me. My hands clutched at him, nails scratching down his back, my tongue still tangling with his. We didn’t last long - we never do when it’s like that; hard and fast and urgent, the pain mixed with the pleasure almost too much to bear. Soon we came, our swollen lips finally breaking apart as our heads arched back and we screamed out each others names in rapture.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on my chest and we shared on last kiss and exchanged “I love you’s” before we fell asleep.
Neither of us woke until 8 when April shouted us for dinner. Ville said he wasn’t hungry but I dragged my aching body downstairs and ate before heading for bed, shocking my mother into complete silence since I hadn’t gone to bed before 9pm without putting up a fight since I was about 7 years old.
I reached the top of the stairs and opened the guest room door once again. Ville smiled at me sleepily and I stripped and crawled into bed next to him. We didn’t talk, didn’t kiss, just pulled each other close and fell asleep, face to face, just millimeters apart.
I woke next morning as Ville crawled over me, jostling the mattress slightly with his weight. I watched him through half opened eyes as he pulled on the pajama bottoms he had been wearing the day before, snapping my eyes shut again as he looked over at me. I heard him leave the room, heading, I assumed, for the bathroom across the hall. Sure enough, he returned a minute later and yelped as I pulled his body down on top of mine as he moved to crawl back over me to his side of the bed.
He recovered quickly and moved so he could kiss me. I smiled as I heard him hum happily against my lips. He shivered slightly, reaching to pull the covers over us both again and then settled himself on my chest.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I could think of worse ways to wake up.”
“That’s alright then,” he said, turning his head slightly and placing a kiss to my chest.
My fingers tangled through his hair and tugged gently to make him raise his head and look at me.
“What?” he asked, after a few seconds of me staring at him.
“Nothing,” I smiled.
“…okay,” he said slowly, looking at me like I had gone crazy.
I untangled my fingers and let him lie back down, moving further up my body this time so that his head was on the pillow next to mine, facing me, his nose tickling my cheek. My arms snaked around him again and I felt, more than heard, him sigh contentedly against me.
“How are you feeling anyway?” I asked.
“Better. Are you feeling okay? I didn’t give you the flu did I?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Good. Love you.”
“I know you do.”
A pause hung in the air for about 30 seconds before I received a sharp poke in the ribs and an indignant “Hey!” from my lover.
“What?” I asked, in as innocent a voice as I could manage.
“You’re supposed to say it back!”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
Ville was clearly feeling better - he even managed to drag himself from his sick bed and eat breakfast with the rest of us. He wasn’t up going to Philly as Dunn suggested we all do though so I offered to stay home with him. April and Phil had gone out to work, Jess was away and my friends had the whole day in the city planned so we knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. It was nice to know that we could sit in the living room or out in the garden without worrying someone would walk in on us kissing or touching or hear something incriminating.
We went outside as it was such a hot day and lay, side by side, on the bottom of my half-pipe, staring up at the few fluffy white clouds that hung in the sky, not feeling any pressure to talk or do anything other than enjoy each others company. After a while, he rolled over on top of me and tucked his head under my chin.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just wanted a hug.”
I pushed a kiss to the top of his head and tightened my grip around his thin frame. He moaned happily against me and my heart skipped a beat. It always did when I knew I had made him happy, especially when it was by something as simple as giving him a hug.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied in a teasing tone of voice.
“I know. Ville?”
“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head up to see me.
“This is nice,” I murmured against his forehead.
He smiled back as he replied, “Yeah, it is.”
I flipped us over, straddling him, and began to kiss him, holding his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, before finally reaching his parted lips. Neither of us heard the car pull into the driveway, the patio door slide open or footsteps approach us.
“Do you boys want some lunch?”
Ville and I sat up so fast, we knocked our foreheads together, causing us both to swear.
“Sorry,” came my mother’s voice through the haze of stars swimming in front of my eyes. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
It was then that I realized that my mother was standing right behind me while I was straddling my secret boyfriends’ lap and had just seen me with my tongue halfway down his throat. My eyes, which I had squeezed shut to try and stop the world from spinning, flew open to see Ville looking highly uncomfortable, a rather pretty blush on his normally pale cheeks, which momentarily distracted me.
I stood and turned to face April, vaguely aware of Ville climbing to his feet behind me.
“Um…” I began, before April interrupted me.
“Bam, we all know about you two. We have for ages. And it’s fine. So do you want lunch?”
“Yeah,” I replied, stunned. “Lunch’d be good.”
I turned to face Ville as my mother walked away. He was glaring at me with one hand on his hip, in a rather camp way, which made me smile.
“I’ve been sleeping in that fucking guest room alone practically every time I’ve visited, when I could’ve been sleeping with you and none of them would’ve cared?”
“Seems that way.”
He pouted. He looked so damn adorable that I couldn’t resist pouncing on him, knocking us both over, making sure to place my hands on the back of his head so he didn’t get hurt. Hurt my hands though. It turned out to be more than worth the pain as he quickly pushed his tongue into my mouth and his hand down the front of my jeans. He began to jerk me off and I was very thankful that it’s not possible to see the base of the ramp from the house. I didn’t think my mother’s acceptance would have stretched quite that far. He pushed my up onto my knees just before I came and yanked my jeans down, swallowing my cock easily and finishing me off quickly, catching every last drop of semen and licking me clean as my breathing and heart rate returned to normal.
Perfect timing too, as just after we had finished and I had let him fix my jeans and pull my lips to his for another kiss, a voice drifted over from the house.
“Lunch is ready!”
We ate lunch, blushing slightly as my mother asked us a few rather personal questions about our relationship and afterwards collapsed on the couch in the living room while April went off to do some laundry.
We spent most of the afternoon like that, sitting on the couch, our legs tangled together and our bodies turned into each others, random daytime TV on in the background while we lazily kissed and let our hands wander. We didn’t bother to pull apart as we heard my dad return home from work, although I was more than aware of Ville moving his hand from my lap, where it had been gently rubbing my crotch through my jeans, and moving it to my back.
We moved upstairs to my bedroom later on as the need to do more than was acceptable in a public place became more and more urgent and by the time we came back downstairs for dinner, my friends had returned. Ville and I sat next to each other at the table, his hand firmly held in mine and resting on my knee all throughout the meal and my friends, to their credit, didn’t make any jokes or lewd comments.
We sat in the same armchair that evening as we all watched a DVD one of my friends had bought in Philly and I’m sure they heard Ville and I murmuring to each other, as he told me in Finnish that he loved me and I said, once again, “I know”, leading to a whispered, pretend argument ending in “I’ll damn well prove I’m the boss of you, Mr. Margera”.
I swiftly excused us and dragged him up the stairs, more than anxious to let him prove he was the boss of me. Which he is. I’d do anything he told me too and we both knew it. But if he’s the boss of me, then I’m damn well the boss of him and I made a mental note to prove that to him at some point.
We reached my room and after shutting the door, he pushed me up against it, kissing me forcefully, leaving us both breathless and panting. He turned and walked over to the bed as I stood motionless at the door, hypnotized by the way his hips moved as he walked, obviously putting on a show for me and knowing damn well I was enjoying it.
“Strip,” he ordered as he reclined on my bed, propped up on his elbows, his erection obvious through his tight jeans.
I did as he asked, unblinking as I watched his hand drift across his chest and down to his own crotch.
“Come over here.”
I walked on shaking legs over to stand before him, my cock rock hard and throbbing almost painfully. He reached out to me and took my hand, closing it around my own cock. He looked up at me from under his long lashes and whispered, “Do it,” in a voice heavy and thick with desire.
I watched him as he stared, wide-eyed, at my crotch as I pumped my own cock. I vaguely wondered in a corner of my mind if I was getting more pleasure from the actions of my own hand or the fact that I could see that Ville was clearly enjoying what I was doing. As I grew closer to orgasm, Ville’s hand moved back to his own crotch, this time pushing inside his jeans, stunning me as just seconds later he came with me, his head arching back as he cried out my name.
The movements of our hands eventually slowed and he pulled his hand from his jeans, fingers covered in his own semen. He offered his hand to me and I stepped forward, eagerly sucking it clean as he licked away the cum on my own hand and stomach.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he breathed out.
I nodded, still breathless and a little shocked that I had had quite such an effect on him. He seemed to remember then that he was trying to prove a point and leant away from me as he said, “Undress me.”
I happily did as I was told, pulling the t-shirt over his head first before kneeling in front of him to take off his jeans. He wrinkled his nose at the mess inside them but I just threw them over my shoulder, thinking to myself that he was unbelievably cute when he wrinkled his nose like that, then looked up at him as I lowered my head to his crotch to clean him up. He smiled at me to let me know it was okay and I closed my eyes as I licked him clean, enjoying the taste, smell and feel of everything Ville.
When I was done, I looked up at him. He was watching me with a smile on his face and a slightly glazed look in his eyes. He reached a hand out and touched my cheek and I turned my head, kissing his palm. I head him moan slightly and looked back to him. He guided me to my feet and onto my stomach on the bed. His body covered mine, his lips brushing over the back of my neck and biting gently on my earlobe. His hands on my hips pulled me up so I was on all fours. Ville hated to make love if we weren’t face to face and before I could wonder what it was he was planning on doing, his tongue pushed into my tight heat. I cried out at the intrusion - it wasn’t something we had ever done before so I don’t know how the hell he was so skilled at it. Within a minute, my cock was hard again and his hands had to move to hold my hips still as they began to buck against my will.
I was seconds away from releasing when he pulled his tongue out of me, dragging it slowly up my spine as I whined at the feeling of emptiness inside my body. He gently turned me over onto my back and nuzzled at my neck, leaving a soft purple bruise behind my ear, and then moved his lips to my ear to whisper to me, “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I could only moan in response, words seemed to have escaped me, and I let him move in between my legs and wrap them around his waist. He crawled over me, bending his head and kissing me as he slowly pushed his way inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, twisting my fingers through his hair and trying my hardest to not to come before he told me to. Thankfully, he kept his mouth firmly attached to mine as he fucked me, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to control the screams of pleasure which would have resulted in merciless teasing from my friends and my father for…well forever, probably. And I never would’ve been able to look my mother in the eye again.
He slid his hand between our bodies and stroked my cock, in the same steady rhythm as he was thrusting into me. He pulled his lips just far enough away from mine to ask, “Are you close, baby?” I somehow managed to groan, “God, yes.”
“Come for me.”
I did, all over his hand and my stomach, crying out his name, suddenly not caring how loud I was being. He came inside me seconds later and pulled out of me soon after, crawling back up my body, cleaning up my stomach and his own hand as I lay gasping for breath, too needy to do anything but watch him. He lay down beside me and pulled us into the tangle of limbs that he liked us to sleep in.
“So,” he asked with a smirk on his face. “Who’s the boss of you?”
I smiled and looked straight into his beautiful eyes as I replied,
“You are.”
I pushed open the guest room door quietly and poked my head around the corner. The room was as dark as it was possible for it to be, considering that it was 2pm on a bright, sunny day in July. I squinted into the gloom and forced my eyes to focus on the bed.
Ville was curled up under the duvet and a comforter and, as far as I could tell, was fast asleep. I pulled my head out of the room and began to shut the door behind me.
“Bam?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
I entered the room again as he pushed himself up in bed and I crossed the room to sit by his feet, closing the door behind me.
“How’re you feeling?”
“I dunno…tired…my throat hurts…”
“I know darling. Do you want anything?”
He shook his head and held out his arms to me. I moved closer to him and let his head rest on my shoulder as I wound my arms around his thin body. I took his head in my hands and tilted his head back to see his face. He had dark circles under his slightly bloodshot eyes and he was, if it was humanly possible, paler and thinner than before. Even when he’s ill, he’s beautiful. To me, anyway. I bent my head and tasted his lips, normally soft and silky smooth, now chapped and rough but they still had the sweetest taste I could ever imagine. I leant further forward for another kiss and nipped on his bottom lip. I whimpered as he pulled his head away.
“Don’t want you to get sick.”
I was more than aware that I was pouting but I couldn’t help it. I also knew that he can’t resist me when I pout. He leant forward and placed one more kiss on my lips, letting his lips linger before pulling away and lying back down on the bed.
“Sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m sure.”
“Want me to leave?”
“No. Stay here until I fall asleep?”
I nodded and moved to lie beside him on the bed and let him curl into me. My hand drifted up to stroke his hair until I thought he was asleep.
“Mmmm, don’t stop,” he murmured into my neck. I smiled and began to stroke his curls again. He was practically purring against me and his breathing had become more erratic, his heartbeat pounding against my chest.
A few seconds later and all of his self-control had disappeared. His hands were ripping off our clothes as my tongue explored every little bit of his mouth. I let him push me onto my back on the bed and spread my legs, never taking his mouth from mine. He swallowed my scream as his cock pushed deep, hard and unlubricated into my tight body, giving me no time to adjust before quickly building a fast, hard, unrelenting pounding rhythm into me. My hands clutched at him, nails scratching down his back, my tongue still tangling with his. We didn’t last long - we never do when it’s like that; hard and fast and urgent, the pain mixed with the pleasure almost too much to bear. Soon we came, our swollen lips finally breaking apart as our heads arched back and we screamed out each others names in rapture.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on my chest and we shared on last kiss and exchanged “I love you’s” before we fell asleep.
Neither of us woke until 8 when April shouted us for dinner. Ville said he wasn’t hungry but I dragged my aching body downstairs and ate before heading for bed, shocking my mother into complete silence since I hadn’t gone to bed before 9pm without putting up a fight since I was about 7 years old.
I reached the top of the stairs and opened the guest room door once again. Ville smiled at me sleepily and I stripped and crawled into bed next to him. We didn’t talk, didn’t kiss, just pulled each other close and fell asleep, face to face, just millimeters apart.
I woke next morning as Ville crawled over me, jostling the mattress slightly with his weight. I watched him through half opened eyes as he pulled on the pajama bottoms he had been wearing the day before, snapping my eyes shut again as he looked over at me. I heard him leave the room, heading, I assumed, for the bathroom across the hall. Sure enough, he returned a minute later and yelped as I pulled his body down on top of mine as he moved to crawl back over me to his side of the bed.
He recovered quickly and moved so he could kiss me. I smiled as I heard him hum happily against my lips. He shivered slightly, reaching to pull the covers over us both again and then settled himself on my chest.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I could think of worse ways to wake up.”
“That’s alright then,” he said, turning his head slightly and placing a kiss to my chest.
My fingers tangled through his hair and tugged gently to make him raise his head and look at me.
“What?” he asked, after a few seconds of me staring at him.
“Nothing,” I smiled.
“…okay,” he said slowly, looking at me like I had gone crazy.
I untangled my fingers and let him lie back down, moving further up my body this time so that his head was on the pillow next to mine, facing me, his nose tickling my cheek. My arms snaked around him again and I felt, more than heard, him sigh contentedly against me.
“How are you feeling anyway?” I asked.
“Better. Are you feeling okay? I didn’t give you the flu did I?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Good. Love you.”
“I know you do.”
A pause hung in the air for about 30 seconds before I received a sharp poke in the ribs and an indignant “Hey!” from my lover.
“What?” I asked, in as innocent a voice as I could manage.
“You’re supposed to say it back!”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.”
Ville was clearly feeling better - he even managed to drag himself from his sick bed and eat breakfast with the rest of us. He wasn’t up going to Philly as Dunn suggested we all do though so I offered to stay home with him. April and Phil had gone out to work, Jess was away and my friends had the whole day in the city planned so we knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. It was nice to know that we could sit in the living room or out in the garden without worrying someone would walk in on us kissing or touching or hear something incriminating.
We went outside as it was such a hot day and lay, side by side, on the bottom of my half-pipe, staring up at the few fluffy white clouds that hung in the sky, not feeling any pressure to talk or do anything other than enjoy each others company. After a while, he rolled over on top of me and tucked his head under my chin.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just wanted a hug.”
I pushed a kiss to the top of his head and tightened my grip around his thin frame. He moaned happily against me and my heart skipped a beat. It always did when I knew I had made him happy, especially when it was by something as simple as giving him a hug.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied in a teasing tone of voice.
“I know. Ville?”
“Yeah?” he asked, tilting his head up to see me.
“This is nice,” I murmured against his forehead.
He smiled back as he replied, “Yeah, it is.”
I flipped us over, straddling him, and began to kiss him, holding his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, before finally reaching his parted lips. Neither of us heard the car pull into the driveway, the patio door slide open or footsteps approach us.
“Do you boys want some lunch?”
Ville and I sat up so fast, we knocked our foreheads together, causing us both to swear.
“Sorry,” came my mother’s voice through the haze of stars swimming in front of my eyes. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
It was then that I realized that my mother was standing right behind me while I was straddling my secret boyfriends’ lap and had just seen me with my tongue halfway down his throat. My eyes, which I had squeezed shut to try and stop the world from spinning, flew open to see Ville looking highly uncomfortable, a rather pretty blush on his normally pale cheeks, which momentarily distracted me.
I stood and turned to face April, vaguely aware of Ville climbing to his feet behind me.
“Um…” I began, before April interrupted me.
“Bam, we all know about you two. We have for ages. And it’s fine. So do you want lunch?”
“Yeah,” I replied, stunned. “Lunch’d be good.”
I turned to face Ville as my mother walked away. He was glaring at me with one hand on his hip, in a rather camp way, which made me smile.
“I’ve been sleeping in that fucking guest room alone practically every time I’ve visited, when I could’ve been sleeping with you and none of them would’ve cared?”
“Seems that way.”
He pouted. He looked so damn adorable that I couldn’t resist pouncing on him, knocking us both over, making sure to place my hands on the back of his head so he didn’t get hurt. Hurt my hands though. It turned out to be more than worth the pain as he quickly pushed his tongue into my mouth and his hand down the front of my jeans. He began to jerk me off and I was very thankful that it’s not possible to see the base of the ramp from the house. I didn’t think my mother’s acceptance would have stretched quite that far. He pushed my up onto my knees just before I came and yanked my jeans down, swallowing my cock easily and finishing me off quickly, catching every last drop of semen and licking me clean as my breathing and heart rate returned to normal.
Perfect timing too, as just after we had finished and I had let him fix my jeans and pull my lips to his for another kiss, a voice drifted over from the house.
“Lunch is ready!”
We ate lunch, blushing slightly as my mother asked us a few rather personal questions about our relationship and afterwards collapsed on the couch in the living room while April went off to do some laundry.
We spent most of the afternoon like that, sitting on the couch, our legs tangled together and our bodies turned into each others, random daytime TV on in the background while we lazily kissed and let our hands wander. We didn’t bother to pull apart as we heard my dad return home from work, although I was more than aware of Ville moving his hand from my lap, where it had been gently rubbing my crotch through my jeans, and moving it to my back.
We moved upstairs to my bedroom later on as the need to do more than was acceptable in a public place became more and more urgent and by the time we came back downstairs for dinner, my friends had returned. Ville and I sat next to each other at the table, his hand firmly held in mine and resting on my knee all throughout the meal and my friends, to their credit, didn’t make any jokes or lewd comments.
We sat in the same armchair that evening as we all watched a DVD one of my friends had bought in Philly and I’m sure they heard Ville and I murmuring to each other, as he told me in Finnish that he loved me and I said, once again, “I know”, leading to a whispered, pretend argument ending in “I’ll damn well prove I’m the boss of you, Mr. Margera”.
I swiftly excused us and dragged him up the stairs, more than anxious to let him prove he was the boss of me. Which he is. I’d do anything he told me too and we both knew it. But if he’s the boss of me, then I’m damn well the boss of him and I made a mental note to prove that to him at some point.
We reached my room and after shutting the door, he pushed me up against it, kissing me forcefully, leaving us both breathless and panting. He turned and walked over to the bed as I stood motionless at the door, hypnotized by the way his hips moved as he walked, obviously putting on a show for me and knowing damn well I was enjoying it.
“Strip,” he ordered as he reclined on my bed, propped up on his elbows, his erection obvious through his tight jeans.
I did as he asked, unblinking as I watched his hand drift across his chest and down to his own crotch.
“Come over here.”
I walked on shaking legs over to stand before him, my cock rock hard and throbbing almost painfully. He reached out to me and took my hand, closing it around my own cock. He looked up at me from under his long lashes and whispered, “Do it,” in a voice heavy and thick with desire.
I watched him as he stared, wide-eyed, at my crotch as I pumped my own cock. I vaguely wondered in a corner of my mind if I was getting more pleasure from the actions of my own hand or the fact that I could see that Ville was clearly enjoying what I was doing. As I grew closer to orgasm, Ville’s hand moved back to his own crotch, this time pushing inside his jeans, stunning me as just seconds later he came with me, his head arching back as he cried out my name.
The movements of our hands eventually slowed and he pulled his hand from his jeans, fingers covered in his own semen. He offered his hand to me and I stepped forward, eagerly sucking it clean as he licked away the cum on my own hand and stomach.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he breathed out.
I nodded, still breathless and a little shocked that I had had quite such an effect on him. He seemed to remember then that he was trying to prove a point and leant away from me as he said, “Undress me.”
I happily did as I was told, pulling the t-shirt over his head first before kneeling in front of him to take off his jeans. He wrinkled his nose at the mess inside them but I just threw them over my shoulder, thinking to myself that he was unbelievably cute when he wrinkled his nose like that, then looked up at him as I lowered my head to his crotch to clean him up. He smiled at me to let me know it was okay and I closed my eyes as I licked him clean, enjoying the taste, smell and feel of everything Ville.
When I was done, I looked up at him. He was watching me with a smile on his face and a slightly glazed look in his eyes. He reached a hand out and touched my cheek and I turned my head, kissing his palm. I head him moan slightly and looked back to him. He guided me to my feet and onto my stomach on the bed. His body covered mine, his lips brushing over the back of my neck and biting gently on my earlobe. His hands on my hips pulled me up so I was on all fours. Ville hated to make love if we weren’t face to face and before I could wonder what it was he was planning on doing, his tongue pushed into my tight heat. I cried out at the intrusion - it wasn’t something we had ever done before so I don’t know how the hell he was so skilled at it. Within a minute, my cock was hard again and his hands had to move to hold my hips still as they began to buck against my will.
I was seconds away from releasing when he pulled his tongue out of me, dragging it slowly up my spine as I whined at the feeling of emptiness inside my body. He gently turned me over onto my back and nuzzled at my neck, leaving a soft purple bruise behind my ear, and then moved his lips to my ear to whisper to me, “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I could only moan in response, words seemed to have escaped me, and I let him move in between my legs and wrap them around his waist. He crawled over me, bending his head and kissing me as he slowly pushed his way inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, twisting my fingers through his hair and trying my hardest to not to come before he told me to. Thankfully, he kept his mouth firmly attached to mine as he fucked me, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to control the screams of pleasure which would have resulted in merciless teasing from my friends and my father for…well forever, probably. And I never would’ve been able to look my mother in the eye again.
He slid his hand between our bodies and stroked my cock, in the same steady rhythm as he was thrusting into me. He pulled his lips just far enough away from mine to ask, “Are you close, baby?” I somehow managed to groan, “God, yes.”
“Come for me.”
I did, all over his hand and my stomach, crying out his name, suddenly not caring how loud I was being. He came inside me seconds later and pulled out of me soon after, crawling back up my body, cleaning up my stomach and his own hand as I lay gasping for breath, too needy to do anything but watch him. He lay down beside me and pulled us into the tangle of limbs that he liked us to sleep in.
“So,” he asked with a smirk on his face. “Who’s the boss of you?”
I smiled and looked straight into his beautiful eyes as I replied,
“You are.”