BREATHE [✔]

13.Skittles

Conrad

"How does it feel? "

"How does what, feel?"

"Tasting the rainbow."

"Tasting the rainbow?"

"Yeah."

"Did you just ask me how it felt to taste the rainbow? Because honestly, I can't tell if I should be proud you said it with a straight face or sad u haven't tasted it yet." I said laughing.

I watched Chester turn his head towards the floor. In what I could only assume was bashfulness.

"Well, I assume what you asking me is what does it feel like be with another man. "

He coughed. More like choked on air. This actually amused me. Because he had been brave enough to ask but it seemed he wasn't brave enough to hear the answer.

"Well, I guess the big question is are you a pitcher or a catcher?" I said raising my eyebrows suggestively.

"Sorry what?"

I gave him a few more minutes for the words to sink in. And it took him a while but his face paled. Then he bent down and fiddled with his already done laces. Then he looked at me as if I could hear his thoughts. God Forbid he talks.

"Well, " I started not sure how to proceed " it always starts with a kiss. "

" It's always one of those hungry kisses that ignite everything. It begins with a hunger deep inside a hunger that seems to increase the deeper the kiss goes. Then you feel his hands running through your hair and tugging slightly. And if you are into it the unspoken fight for dominance makes it even hotter. "

Chester leaned forward and I noticed him lick his lips twice. It took everything in me not to just show him instead. I decided it was time to kick it up a notch and use actual pronouns.

"Trailing kisses from your neck and all the way past your collar bone. Stopping by your neck long enough to mark you as mine. " The last words came out more as hoarse growl because my mind was already way past the kissing.

I noticed Chester's breath hitch. Just before he said "Uhuh. " as a sign for me to continue.

" Then there is the ripping of clothes in a sense of urgency because obviously when you are as attractive as you are it is kind of hard to control yourself that much. "

His eyes darkened with a hooded lusty look. And I could swear the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat was an indication of a growing bulge in his pants. This resulted in me growing an erection too.

"Then it's followed by the scrapping of skin and slapping of skin against skin. And when I get to look into your eyes I get to see the deep need and desire that comes with the lust. And The sexual tension that will have built up will drive you over the edge. And the thrusting of course. Going faster and faster absolutely hitting the spot. Not once or twice but countless times too. And as it builds and builds and builds we both start to reach towards the edge and as our bodies become one and moans and groans fill the room. Reaching the ultimate peak we will explode with pleasure and release leaving us breathless. Coming out of that high is something you won't ever forget. "

I opened my eyes and watched as the tall attractive man in front of me breathed deeply. He was not watching me anymore seemed like he was waiting or listening , waiting for something to actually happen something to tip him over the edge. He honestly looked like just breathing in his face would tip him over. He sat on the bed with his hands behind him for support.

The left corner of my mouth lifted slightly as an idea popped into head because who doesn't love a little mischief now and then.
Standing up I walked towards the bed at this point Chester had opened his eyes but he hadn't spoken in a while.

Pushing my right leg between his thighs I noticed his eyes turn another shade darker. That reaction was exactly what I needed to proceed. So I pushed him slightly so his back touched the bed. He looked at me with eyes that simply screamed fuck me now. Feeling more riled up than I had been mere seconds ago I attacked his mouth hungrily and he did not hesitate to respond with the same hunger. He responded by groaning in my mouth and running his hands in my hair. Pushing his groin towards mine he basically dry humped me in an attempt to get us closer. And the more he increased the friction the closer I felt to losing it.

"Fuck!" I whispered as I pried myself away from him.

Stumbling in my ecstatic haze I tripped over the chair behind me but managed to pull it off by sitting in the chair instead.

Chester sat up and stared at me in what I thought was disbelief and lust. And because I couldn't stand the silence or the tensions I simply concluded with

"That's what it feels like. "

And I walked out. I had to find a way to release some of this tension or I was going to go crazy. There was no way I was going to take him until he was ready. So much for I am only going to rescue him from himself. 

11.06.2019