HIS WILDFIRE

Bedroom

"My dad, together with my mum, have travelled to Cuba for vacation. He has started to enjoy life now that I've taken over," Jaime said.

"I see. You're not the only child, are you?" I enquired.

"Oh no, I have two younger brothers. One, James, is a fresher in medical school, and the other, Jin, is in high school. What about you? Tell me about your family too."

"My mom is a businesswoman who is always busy. I admire her hard work and vigor all the time, unlike my deadbeat dad who was always lazy and now we don't even hear from."

Jaime watched me silently as I spoke, and I could already tell he had started to dislike my dad.

"I have an older sister who is a corporate lawyer. She's the one you saw me with. My family is not one to share sentiments, so I can't go further," I admitted.

"So you only came down here for college?" Jaime asked.

"Yes," I replied.

We had finished eating, and I helped Jaime take everything back to the kitchen, even though he didn't want me to. I joined him at the sink to wash and clean up the place.

While doing that, he asked, "How is your family going to take us?"

"I'd rather not talk about it because I have no idea," I answered. "What about yours?"

"My dad is going to be a little hostile, but I don't know about the others. I'll pull us through, don't worry," he assured with a warm smile. Then he hugged me from behind. "Let's go do something fun," he whispered lightly into my ear.

With that, he held my hand and led me outside. First, he took me around to explore the house properly. We walked past the huge pool to the back, where he showed me a fishpond and even allowed me to catch some fish. We moved further to a garden of tulips where he picked a bouquet for me.

I loved all of it—it made me even more interested in him. I carefully noted the little things he revealed: his favorite colors were black and coffee, he was allergic to cheese, he loved chocolate flavors, and he absolutely loved being hugged. I made sure to hug him often, sniffing in his sweet scent.

It soon grew dark, and we headed inside. I followed him upstairs, not knowing where we were going, still deep in conversation.

"How do you intend on me bearing your kids?" I asked as he opened the door to a huge room—which I soon realized was his bedroom.

"It'll be as I've said. No explanations," he replied sharply.

His bedroom was at the top right corner of the house, on the third floor, with many windows veiled by grey-print curtains. A huge king-sized bed stood in the center with bedside tables on each side, each holding a white lamp. Facing a large grey sofa was a cinematic screen. The entire room was elegantly styled.

He sat on the sofa and tapped the space next to him, signaling me to sit. As soon as I did, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer.

The only light came from the modern blue ceiling light. He noticed I was cold and drew me even closer, until I lay on his chest. The screen lit up with numerous movie options, and in a low tone, he asked me to pick one. I scrolled carefully and chose King's Pet, a hardcore romance film. He nodded with a devilish grin.

Throughout the movie, he kissed my forehead at intervals and smiled whenever a kissing scene came on. About thirty minutes in, my eyelids grew heavy.

"I feel very sleepy. I need to go home," I said.

"Why don't you spend the night here?" Jaime suggested.

I stayed silent.

Suddenly, Jaime carried me in his arms, princess-style, and laid me softly on his bed. He kissed my forehead gently. I wondered how light I must have been for him to lift me so effortlessly. Impulsively, I grabbed his hand as he turned to leave.

"What?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"Don't go," I whispered, giving him a kitten face.

"Do you want me?" Jaime bit his lips, staring down at me. He slowly freed his hand and placed it on my neck. With a seductive grin, he ran his thumb along my lips and kissed them softly. His kisses trailed down to my neck, then my shoulder.

My thoughts spun—half of me wanted to stop, the other half wanted it badly. I tried to get up, but his weight kept me pinned. I gave in.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled me on top of him. Our tongues intertwined, pausing only when I needed breath. Seated on his crotch, I could feel him growing hard beneath me. He grabbed my butt tightly and moaned softly.

With a quick motion, he flipped me so he was now on top. He slid my top off and teased my nipple with his lips, moving down to my navel. I moaned loudly. The look on his face made it clear how much he was turned on.

"Have you ever been touched?" he asked.

"No," I admitted.

"Uhhh... you're mine," he declared.

In a rush, he tore off his shirt. I bit my lip at the sight of his muscled chest, my legs trembling. Before I realized it, his pants were off too.

"I really want to get into you," he panted.

He lowered me onto my knees, pulling out his dick. My palm couldn't even hold it fully. I licked the tip slowly, and he let out a loud moan. He grabbed my head and thrust into my mouth, choking me several times. I stopped briefly, looked up at him, and continued with a handjob.

I had never seen him this vulnerable. He wanted me so badly. He shoved himself back into my mouth, thrusting harder and rougher. My mouth couldn't even take half of his full length—it was that huge. It was both desirable and exhausting, my cheeks stretched to their limits.

He reached into the drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore it open impatiently. After sliding it on, he grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount over himself.

"Trust me," he said when he noticed my nervous panting.

I had seen porn before, and I had researched gay sex out of curiosity, so I knew how to position myself. I bent extremely low with my chest flat against the bed, butt raised and stretched wide like a real amateur.

"An amateur virgin," he muttered with a grin.

He rubbed my butt with lube, then pushed in slowly. I moaned and winced at the sharp pain. It was both painful and desirable. His thrusts grew faster and rougher, despite his earlier promise. He sucked at my shoulder and neck, rubbing his hands over my butt as we both moaned. He pinched my nipple, teasing it until I could barely hold my position.

Quickly, he laid on his back and pulled me on top in cowgirl position. This time, he let me take the lead. I moved slowly, feeling every inch of him as he moaned. He grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, then took over with his thrusts, gripping my skin firmly.

Finally, with a loud moan, he released into me, sweating and panting. He looked hot and desperate all at once.

I slid off him gently and lay at his side. He placed his palm on my cheek, still breathless.

"Grandee... I love you," he whispered softly.