Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat

    Freddie is still holding you in his arms. He has to. Your legs are shaking, too weak to stand. He lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, gently laying you out. He kicks off his shoes before he lays down beside you, running a hand over your ass and firmly gripping it. He leans in to kiss your mouth, your neck, your throat. You can feel his cock struggling against his satin pants as it rubs against you. Your hand starts to work at the buttons on his shirt. It's so unfair that he still has so much clothing on. As soon as the shirt is removed, you place a soft kiss on his bare shoulder. It's a small thing but you feel him shudder as an electric current passes from your lips to his shoulder and all the way through his body. You cannot stop touching him. Your hands wander down his arms, down his back, up his neck and over his chest. You kiss him everywhere you can reach. The second you unzip his trousers his cock springs out, proud and ready. He wasn't wearing underwear, you realize. Hands pressed into his hips, you look up at him. He doesn't say a word. Of course, he doesn't need to. His look says everything, smug and smoldering. He knew his girth would amply impress you. You're ready to take him, but he stops you before you can start.

    "Lay back down," he says. "I had you exactly where I wanted you."

    "I don't want to lay down. I want to be on top of you," you say with a pout.

    He stares at you with scorching, dark, heavily lined eyes. He laughs again. But where before it had been light and lively, now his voice is devious and deep in a way that makes your stomach clench.

    "Do as I say, darling, or I'll have to tie you up," he says.

    "That's hardly an incentive for me to behave," you reply.

    He runs a hand lightly down your arm and places an identical kiss on your shoulder like the first one you placed on him.

    "Please," he whispers.

    You lay back obediently, deciding to let him be in charge. For now. Freddie spreads himself across you, a knee on either side of you chest, just below your arms. With his hand on himself, he slowly guides his cock into your mouth. You take it in eagerly, wanting to return the pleasure he's given you. It's obvious he needs to come and you need him to come just as badly. In your mouth, on your breasts, you really don't care. But making him come as hard as possible is your highest priority tonight.

    Freddie moves with a slow steady rhythm as he fucks your mouth, his stomach taut with tension. He pushes carefully in. He just as carefully pulls out. He doesn't want to choke you. Respectful, you think. But you want more. You bob your head quickly in an attempt to non-verbally pass on the message. He's breathing heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdraws. You run your hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass to drag him down closer to you. He resists. His entire body feels tense against your hands. With your fingernails, you dig into the backs of his thighs to scratch downward, not breaking the skin but making sure he feels it. You need him to go faster. Now.

    You bob your head smoothly up and down his shaft, purposefully moaning to send the vibrations through him. The moan he makes in return is obscenely beautiful. He should record that sound, you think. That would make a best selling album for sure. I'd never stop listening to it. He pulls off of you to let you breathe and while you gasp for air momentarily, soon you take him even deeper into your mouth. You have no intention of stopping until he comes. One of your hands move deftly around the base of his cock while the other gently kneads his balls with your fingers. Finally Freddie seems to get the hint because he starts to move a little harder and faster in your mouth. He's still careful not to choke you but you can tell it's getting more difficult for him to go slowly. Good, you think. Let it ride. I want it. The tip of his cock slams repeatedly into the back of your throat and you slacken your jaw. Now he starts to fuck your mouth in earnest, fast and hard. It's delicious, decadent, dirty, and so damn sexy. You grab his ass as he thrusts, feeling his muscles flex as you allow the lewd sound of your slurps and muffled groans fill the room.

    Freddie pants hard and loud. You love the sound of his pleasure, the taste of his cock, the scent of his arousal. Your mouth is suctioned so hard to him it damn near rips the orgasm from him. He cries out, unable to hold it in anymore as he fills your mouth, the sticky white mess sliding down your throat. You swallow as best as you can, continuing to bob your head as you lick the rest away with kittenish laps of your tongue. You end it all with a final wet drag across the slit on his tip. Freddie hums his approval before he pulls away, collapsing next to you on his back.

    You both lay there panting for a bit. You can't help but smile to yourself, proud of your own abilities. Eventually you both fall silent. When you turn to look at Freddie his head is turned toward you, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. His front teeth peek out slightly. It's adorable. For a moment, you simply watch his chest rise and fall. When you're certain that he's fallen asleep, you carefully get up and cross over to where you see a lavish bathroom similarly fitted in white marble. You take a moment to collect yourself, inspect yourself, wash your mouth, your face, your chest. The fluffy white towel you use to dab yourself with is as soft as a cloud. Quite a change from the rough, hard sensations you've just been engaging in. When you walk back into the bedroom, Freddie is sitting up slightly, one arm resting behind his head.

    "Leaving so soon?" he asks.

    "Not at all," you say.

    You lay back down on the bed next to him. If you were to follow your instincts you would cuddle up to him, but you don't really envision hard rock 'n rollers being much for cuddling and you certainly don't want him to dismiss you just yet. You've gotten this far but there's still work to be done. You're determined not to leave until he makes you come all over him. You lay on your side, drinking in the look of him again. He's changed so much from how he was on stage, powerful, pompous and arrogant. But laid out here in front of you, he's quite demure and seems almost timid. You realize how slender he is. Practically delicate. His eyes are soft and warm.

    "Why are you so far away from me?" he asks. "Please come here, darling."

    He reaches out an arm to embrace you. It makes your heart flutter. You smile wide as you snuggle into his shoulder and entwine your legs between his. The air is a little bit cold but he's radiating heat. You run a hand gently down his chest, admiring the way his ample body hair meets in the center of his stomach to form a perfect line. Your lips begin to follow your hand, slowly making their way down, pausing around his belly-button. You place your head against his stomach, listening to him breath gently in and out. Freddie reaches a hand down to run it through your hair, making you sigh deeply. You're so comfortable. You know that this is just one night, that he's probably done the same thing with so many others, but for you this is special. Not because he's rich or because he's famous, but because he is so inherently special; so incredible. And he makes you feel like you are too. You can be at ease here in his arms. You can be yourself. And you'll never forget how good it feels. He moves his hand to trace circles across your exposed shoulder blade. It sends a shockwave through you, making you ache unexpectedly. You kiss your way back up his chest as he continues to caress your arms. It makes you look up at him hungrily.

    You gave him what he needed. Now you need him.