A Mistake

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I became aware that Francis was immediately behind me, and I turned around.

His face was very close to mine. To my surprise he put his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward and kissed me, right on the mouth.

It was a real kiss-long, slow, deliberate. He'd caught me off balance and I grabbed his arm to keep from falling; sharply, he drew in his breath and his hands went down my back and before I knew it, more from reflex than anything else, I was kissing him too. His tongue was sharp. His mouth had a bitter mannish taste, like tea and cigarettes.

He pulled away, breathing hard, and leaned to kiss my throat. I looked rather wildly around the room. God , I thought, what a night .

"Look, Francis," I said, "cut it out."

He was undoing the top button of my collar. "You idiot," he said, chuckling. "Did you know your shirt's on inside-out?"

I was so tired and drunk I started to laugh. "Come on Francis," I said. "Give me a break."

"It's fun," he said. "I promise you."

Up until this day, I don't know why I let him continue or why I even reciprocated his actions. Grudgingly, mind you.

By this time Francis had pulled off my shirt and pushed me back onto the bed. His tongue was back to busily exploring my mouth and I felt a little dizzy. He moved to kiss my neck. Then my collarbone. There he stopped and sucked on one spot so hard that I knew he was sure to leave a hickey. I gasped slightly at the sudden feeling of dull pain that came with his love bite.

At my sharp intake of breath, Francis looked up at me through his long eyelashes then leaned back. He deftly unbuttoned his own shirt and slid out of it. Then his long, thin fingers went to the button on my trousers. I stopped him by catching his wrist. He looked at me, his eyes inquiring.

"Don't you think this is going too far?" I asked. To my surprise, my voice came out hoarse.

He just smiled grimly, "Some might say that we've already gone 'too far' by murdering Bunny. What's a little more sin to add to our repertoire?"

In that moment, I knew that this was nothing but a way for him to get his mind off of what we'd done to Bunny. And I thought, To hell with all this. Why not? Might as well let him have his fun and forget his troubles. And I can try to get something out of it as well.

So when Francis moved to take my trousers off again, I didn't stop him.

My boxers were pulled off with my pants. For a strange, long second, I felt extremely self-conscious of what Francis would think of my manhood out there in the open for him to see. But when I looked at him, he was too busy removing his own pants.

I watched the last of his clothes come off and God, he was big. In respect to the rest of him, his cock was bigger than it should have been. Or so it seemed to me.

Then without any prior warning, he leaned forward, grabbed my cock in one hand and swallowed my length in one go. He took all of it in his mouth at once. My hips bucked forward. I was taken by surprise.

Also to my surprise was the fact that I was almost half-hard already.

Francis bobbed his head up and down and sucked me off. He was remarkably good at it. I supposed I shouldn't be so surprised. I was on the road to an orgasm, but long before I could come, Francis took my cock out of his mouth. As the cold air hit me, I'm embarrassed to say, I almost whined in displeasure. I wanted him to finish what he started.

I guess he saw the look on my face, because he chuckled and said, "Don't worry. I'm not nearly done with you yet."

Then he reached over to his pants on the floor and took a bottle of lube out of one of the pockets.