To His Heart's Content (manxman) Valentine's Short Story

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Evan…

 (Evan's motorcycle------------>)

My balls tingled with anticipation and my mouth watered as I watched the little beauty step over the threshold of the entranceway and into my house. And I couldn’t help but feel like the spider that caught the fly, and I wore a big shit eating grin on my face. I watched his wide eyed scrutiny as he looked around the foyer of my home, and I couldn’t help myself as I stepped up right behind him and walked him over and pinned him to the nearest wall right there in my front hall. I made sure to grind my hips against his fit rounded ass so that he could feel just how much he affected me.

 His released surprised little gasp and a delicious pink tint crept up his neck just made my mouth water even more. I bent my head needing a shot of his unique flavor like I needed my next breath, and I licked him letting my tongue taste the sweetness of his blushing skin. I used our entwined fingers to spread his arms wide across the wall and one foot to tap his legs for him to open up and spread them wider for me. Taylor whimpered and the needy sound went straight to my straining cock. His much smaller body was spread eagled under mine up against the wall and damn, what I wouldn’t give to have him in this same position but with both of us being naked instead of fully clothed. My shaft pulsed and the smooth bulbous head wept copious amounts of precum in to my leathers as the mental picture presented itself in my mind. I could almost feel his naked warm back pressed against my equally naked pecs.

 My control was slowly fragmenting with every little gasp or mewl that escaped his pretty pink lips. This little sweet thing was just begging for a good toe curling pounding. And my dick was more than ready to give it to him. I was about to release his hands to strip him out of every bit of clothing he had covering his body. But he stopped me by pulling his hands from underneath mine and placed them flat on the wall to push back against me. I realized he wasn’t pushing back seeking more of my touch. He was pushing to get me to ease up off of him.

 I straightened up and stepped back away from his tempting slenderness. I am all for being straightforward and blunt with voicing and acting on my needs. But I would never force myself on anyone and I never will. And as much as my body called out to get inside of Taylor’s body by any means necessary and to be quick about it, I respected his wishes. Whatever they are, I can only hope that they involved me sinking into his tight heat at some point this evening. With an ass like that, there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to be tight and hot as hell as I sank myself deep inside of him. I heard him call my name and I snapped out of my pervy thoughts enough to look down and see his exasperated expression. It was like he had said something important that I totally missed while I was fantasizing about buying my willing cock into his lusciousness. I wanted to growl at him to let’s get on with the sexing, but from his expression, it seems like something was up with him.

 This would have been my cue to take him back from where I picked him up from and say thanks but no thanks. He had that look about him like we were getting ready to negotiate the beginning of something and all it really was about for me was getting a piece of his perfect ass. If it was good then maybe a repeat at another time in the future and if not, which I sincerely doubt. I would just say thanks it was a pleasure and move on. I don’t do relationships short or long term period. That was my modus operandi, so why did the mere thought of taking him back to the bakery and saying fair thee well had me feeling so bereft.

 “Um...Evan, I don’t think I can do this, not like this.” He whispered and I could feel my insides take a nosedive. I was really looking to get into Taylor, in a literal sense ever since I laid eyes on him. He is absolutely stunning, a dark haired beauty with hypnotic emerald eyes. They shimmered and mesmerized me to no end depending on his mood. And right now they were so blown with desire; one could barely make out the green and gold irises. I knew if I pushed just a little bit more I could have him writhing incoherently underneath me. But again I had to respect his wishes.

 Easing back a couple of feet to give him all the space he needed, I waved him through the foyer and into the hallway towards the kitchen. I should just take him back to the bakery and his car, but I was being honest with myself. I wanted him here and even if it wasn't to get him naked and fuck him over every available surface in the house kind of company. I would listen to what he had to say and go from there. I was still resolute about my feelings towards a relationship and the crap feelings that came with them. I wasn’t looking for one, I didn’t want one, but damn. How was I going to explain that to Taylor and not have him not run as fast as he possibly could away from me thinking I was a total prick?

 Then as he took a seat on the island bar stool, I wondered if this was a good idea. I let him say his piece about not randomly sleeping around with people. I listened to his need to have something more, a connection, if not a true love match, before sharing his body with someone. Each word that passed his pouty lips had my dick go completely limp and my mind to shut off completely.

 He wanted the exact thing I was not looking for. He was a flipping romantic fully expecting romance, wining and dining, and for fuck’s sake, love. I stood there battling with my own feelings and my own demons when I noticed he stopped talking. I didn’t understand this empty feeling that wove itself around my heart, but I ignored it and did what I did best.

 “I see, well Taylor, my boy. You’re asking me for something I am not prepared to give. There is nothing wrong with casual hookups in my book. We want different things from each other and I am sorry but I was never meant to nor do I ever want to be in a relationship of any kind.” I replied and just quickly ripped the Band-Aid off the situation in one go. I felt like some kind of heel or something as I watched the expectant light diminish and finally die from those stunning green eyes.

 “Well there is nothing left to be said between us then because as much pleasure I am sure you can lavish on me and my body. I don’t do casual hookups. So can you please take me back to my car?” He whispered and I had to almost strain to hear his words and when they registered. I found I was reluctant to let him go. I immediately wanted to suggest getting dinner or something to get him to stay a little longer. But that would just be prolonging the now awkward situation.

 I nodded my head and led him back the way we came. The ride back to the parking lot of his pastry shop was not as exciting as the ride away from it. It was for the best, I kept telling myself as I felt the heat radiating off his fragrant skin on my back as his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. I felt like I owed him some kind of explanation about the way I viewed love and romance but then I would have to get into a deep conversation about my parents and their shitty ass relationship. No one other than Elle knew the history of those sorry excuses for human beings and I wanted it left that way.

 I pulled up to his car and I didn’t bother to cut the powerful engine of my Harley. Taylor gingerly climbed off the back of my bike and he pulled the helmet off his head and handed it to me. His eyes didn’t meet mine and he paused like he was going to say something but he thought better of it and just turned and unlocked his car. He got behind the wheel and he spared me one last desolate look before starting his engine and driving away.

 I sat there long after his tail lights had disappeared down the street. Fucking Hell, why did I feel like I just made a horrendous mistake in letting Taylor walk away from me? Damn, I was so confused. I opened the throttle and shot out of the parking lot. I needed a fucking drink.