After he finishes his graceful dance across the keys, I applaud. His face gets red and he glares at me.
"Knock it off," he grumbles.
I huffed, “I can't even applaud my brilliant boyfriend? I knew you had talented fingers. Is there anything you can't do?"
He toys with the keys, playing a melody I don't recognize and I wonder if it's original. "I can't suck cock very well," he mutters.
I huff again. "You haven't even tried. I'm willing to bet you're amazing at that too. You should play another and sing for me," I encourage.
"I'm not singing," he says finally.
"Why? You sang me Halestorm, I nearly came. Surely you could give me a couple bars for some good foreplay."
He blushes, for whatever reason, and mutters something. I tell him to speak up. "I said I can't believe I sang in front of you at all."
"Why? You have a good voice."
"I'm not good at performing in front of people," he goes on.
"Fine," I say. I grab a blanket and toss it over the top of me.
He starts chuckling and he continues to play the unrecognized tune. I hear him sigh and clear his throat and my entire body tingles with anticipation.
The song transforms into none other than Elton John himself and Ethan softly starts to sing the unmistakable refrain from ‘Your Song.’ My throat constricts immediately and I'm so glad that I'm underneath the blanket so he can't see my reaction. I'm emotional today, apparently.
I love his voice and I love his music; I love him. I have never been a commitment type of guy, but I could already imagine myself with Ethan years from now. I couldn't even consider the possibility of not being with him without getting sick to my stomach. If there were such a thing as soul mates, he is mine. It sounds cheesy, even to me, but I am sure that I want to be with him forever.
The song ends and I'm gulping for breath under the blanket trying to calm myself down. I hear the bench scrape lightly against the floor and I quickly rub my face with the blanket, hoping he won't be able to tell that I've let my inner woman come out, again.
He doesn't pull the blanket off of me. I can feel him close and I'm breathing heavily, waiting for him to do whatever it is that he's planning. His hands scare the shit out of me when they both are suddenly under the blanket and I shriek as he starts to tickle my ribs and torso.
"Ouch! Ouch! Sunburned... ass!" I cry as I squirm, trying to get away from his tickling.
I finally am able to catch his wrists and I pull, making him fall on top of me. I grunt as his weight hits me and he quickly rolls off. I go with him, swinging my leg over his hips to straddle him. I keep his wrists in my hands and pin them down above his head, holding him there. He's so compliant, and I love it. I think he likes it when I pin him down, I can feel his cock hardening.
His eyes are serious as he scans my face and I think he knows that he made me cry—in the good way—but he doesn't say anything, and he lets me pretend like it didn't happen. I lean down to kiss him and he meets me with an eager mouth. The kiss is pure feeling; love and lust, passion and adoration.
An idea forms and I just can't kick it; I want my dessert. I pull away from his lips and whisper, "Don't move."
As always, he obeys. So hot. I hope someday we can tag team on this submissive-dominant thing. I want to submit to him once.
I try to move quickly, but the sunburn kind of inhibits my movement. I head for the fridge and yank open the freezer, digging around until I find some plain vanilla ice cream. I grab a spoon and go back up the stairs.
Ethan is exactly where I left him, arms above his head and everything. He eyes me curiously, but I'm hiding what I've brought behind my back so he can't see it. I climb back on top of him and lean down to start kissing him again. He quickly forgets all about the fact that I'm hiding something and I change my position, bringing the ice cream in front of me. The top pops off soundlessly and I set it aside and dig in, getting a huge glob. I set the ice cream on the little table off to the side and just barely pull my lips away from Ethan's.
"Time for dessert," I whisper, not giving him time to react before I drop the chunk of ice cream on his chest.
"Cold!" he gasps, his muscles tensing in the most pleasing way.
"Mm," I moan, leaning down to lick him, and the ice cream.
"Could have warned me," he grumbles.
"Where is the fun in that, baby?" I ask, lapping at him with my tongue, making a mess.
"Oh hell," he gasps.
My spoon dripped more ice cream, right on his nipple. I greedily move there, swirling my tongue around it to clean away the sticky ice cream—and just to taste him. He moans and I chuckle, going back down further to lick away the melted residue. I get up on all fours, following the trail the ice cream has left as it slid down onto his stomach. He's sucking in and the ice cream is just sitting there, pooling, in a shallow dip.
As I lap at it, I grasp his pants in my hands, pushing them down as far as I can while he refuses to lift up for me. "Lift," I command.
"No, I don't want ice cream on my dick."
I laugh. "If you don't lift nothing is going to be on your dick, is that what you want?"
He whimpers. "Don't put ice cream on it."
I hadn't planned on it, but I don't bother telling him that as he lifts his hips and I shove his pants down as far as I can reach. He kicks them off the rest of the way.
I scoop up another dollop of ice cream and drop this one right into his belly button. He hisses and his hips buck slightly, and it's ridiculously hot. His entire body clenches in reaction to the temperature difference of his body and the frozen treat; again, just hot. I eat the ice cream out of his belly button and start licking along his 'V'. I swear, even without the ice cream he's the tastiest thing ever.
"No cold on the cock," he begs.
I lick up his cock when he least expects it and he hisses and bucks. "Is that cold?" I ask.
"No, no, that's okay," he moans.
I roll my eyes and tell him, "Over."
"What?"
"Oh-ver," I draw out.
He looks at me questioningly and I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to obey. He finally does and the sight is just amazing. His ass cheeks are clenched tighter than the security at Guantanamo Bay.
My cock is super excited over his ass, and lets his joy be known by picking now as the opportune moment to drip. Right on his ass.
It's kind of hilarious how he flinches.
"Was that...?" he trails off questioningly.
"Yeah," I chuckle. "Sorry. It knows what it wants."
Unthinkingly, I go to wipe the precum away, and my thumb dips into the top of his crack a little bit. Somehow he manages to clench his ass tighter. Talk about buns of steel, Christ.
"Relax," I mutter. "I'm not going to shove anything up your ass just because it's there."
His head drops and he sighs. "I know, I'm sorry, I just..."
"What?" I ask after he trails off.
"I just didn't know what you wanted to do back there."
"It's fine, just turn back over."
"No," he says. Then he unclenches a little. "You have to push me," he persuades.
"No, I don't. Come on, just turn back over and I'll give you a blowjob."
Somehow, even that doesn't work. And my cock drips again, which turns his ass back into the ADMAX—or Alcatraz pre-1963.
"I have no reason to be so nervous about you being back there, so would you just do whatever you were going to do and let me get over this?"
"How do you know what I plan on doing doesn't involve your ass?" I ask. I don't like that he's nervous and I don't want to push him when he obviously isn't ready for me to be anywhere near his ass.
"I don't, and I don't care. I wish you would just do something. I know it's supposed to feel good, but I just... I'm scared."
"That's why I don't want to go there, yet. You have to realize there is nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt you; you have to trust me."
"I do trust you, I know you love me and that you're not going to hurt me, but seriously, Jasper, nothing has ever touched me there in a good way."
I pause, suddenly afraid myself for not wondering about this sooner. "Has someone touched you there in a bad way?"
"No," he snaps. "Why would you think that?"
"You're just... more afraid than I'm used to," I admit slowly. As expected, he tenses up again. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.
"So those guys were straight, and they let you...?" he asks quietly, trailing off questioningly again.
"Not all of them. Some of them only topped me and really liked that. But yeah, plenty bottomed, and I never had any complaints. They were all nervous, but it really does feel good if you relax, Ethan."
After a lengthy pause, he whispers, "Show me."
I sigh and lean down to start kissing his shoulder. He's so stubborn and he's not going to let this go. I'm not really complaining about that, either. I just really don't like the fact that I feel like I'm pushing him, maybe too quickly. But he's not relenting and he's taunting me with that ass.
I could bounce a quarter off that ass. Damn.
"I love your ass," I groan, sliding my hand over his lower back, just above the perfect swell of his cheeks.
He continues to take deep breaths, choosing not to acknowledge my words. I kiss down over his shoulders, taking my time as I slowly work lower and lower. I cautiously slide my hand onto his ass cheek and his muscles tighten, but he quickly relaxes them as I rub and massage. I shift onto my knees and gently grip his other ass cheek with my now free hand.
As I start to kiss lower, his breathing starts to get shallow and I can feel the nerves kicking in. I know what he thinks I'm going to do, but in all honesty, I've never been much of an ass licker. I mean, I'll do it, but it's just not one of those things that I get all super excited about. Like blowjobs, I get extremely excited for blowjobs. Which is why I plant one firm kiss on his left ass cheek, give his ass a final squeeze, then say, "Turn over, sweet cheeks."
"What?" he asks, sounding surprised, and possibly a little let down. Great, an ass eating fan.
"Oh-ver," I draw out again, giving his ass a little slap.
He rolls and I settle myself between his legs, immediately diving in for a faceful of ball sack. He has hot nuts, I want to motorboat them. I forgo that, for now, and there's tonguing and sucking and licking and my fingers are ticking and scratching his inner thighs and he squirming and moaning. I manage to get his knees bent up and spread without him really noticing what I'm doing. His cock is in my throat and he's grunting and bucking and oh-so slyly I sneak in for a little perineum tickle.
The wonderful thing about perineal petting is that the less force used, the better. They're sensitive nerves and just the slightest touch ignites a serious response. I get my serious response in the form of him groaning, "Mmm, so close," while grabbing a pillow and fisting his hands into it. At least he's learned to lay off the hair.
Then I go in for the man killer. Well, not really, because the real man killer is a prostate poke combined with a perineum pet while providing penile suction, but since I'm not sticking anything in anywhere without copious amounts of lube, I settle for the almost man killer. Two knowledgeable fingers gently teasing one extremely tight hole, while the skilled thumbs pet Mr. Perineum.
Hello, Orgasm.
I swear there's going to be feathers everywhere with the way he's tearing at the pillow. Thankfully it's not my hair. I take a deep breath and plunge down, ready for another round of super soaking of my throat. I'm hoping with his cock in my throat, I won't have such a difficult time swallowing all of the cum my boy has, but it's kind of a detrimental position. Gravity works against me and his cum doesn't really shoot where I want it to and I'm swallowing so much to basically no avail. I'm choking worse on his cum this way.
I'm quite disappointed that I have to pull off of him about halfway through, not that he really notices much right now. He's being extremely loud. Apparently, he's enjoying himself. His hot little ass is pulsing away at nothing at all and it's so tempting to hawk up a cum-loogy for some lube to stick a finger in. I can't wait to get my dick in there.
It takes me a while to clear the cum out of my throat and it takes him just as long to calm down from his orgasm. His body shudders as I pull my hands away from him and I can't help but smile when his cock tries to look lively when it's so obviously exhausted.
He sits up on his elbows, lazily watching me as I trace patterns on the skin of his thigh. "That was... Feel free to do that again."
I chuckle and lean into him, resting my head onto his warm, sweaty chest, not even caring that there is now going to be cum smeared across both of our bellies. He falls back down, taking me with him. His long fingers pull lovingly through my hair and my eyes flutter shut on their own accord.
"Can I do anything for you?" he asks.
I nod. "Just hold me."
His breath catches and I nuzzle into his warmth. "Always," he whispers.