Salvation (20 page)

“I’m totally sure.”

“Okay, good.” He wiped his buttery
fingers on a paper towel, then took my slick hand and wiped it off too. I
wondered why for a moment, but then it made sense.

He picked me up suddenly and my arms
flew around his shoulders. The counter wasn’t at quite the right height, so he
swung me around and pressed my back to the wall on our left. The tip of his
cock pushed against my opening, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and
focused on relaxing enough to allow him inside me. The fit still seemed
absolutely impossible.

The pressure built as he lowered me
ever-so-slightly onto his cock. I was actually shaking, from nerves as well as
arousal. I looked into his beautiful dark eyes and held his gaze, concentrating
on that, and it helped calm me.

He was so careful, easing me down onto
him slowly. When the head of his cock entered me, I gasped and tensed up, then
put my head on his shoulder and took a few deep breaths. I felt incredibly
full, but to my surprise, my body was somehow accommodating him.

“You okay, Trevor?”

I raised my head to look in his eyes
again as I nodded. He kissed me gently as he pushed a couple inches into me,
then held still so I could get used to it. When he felt me relax a little, he
began moving in me with short, contained thrusts. “Oh wow, that feels good,” I
murmured. I’d really expected it to hurt, and when I realized it didn’t I
relaxed even more, which allowed him to take me deeper.
            

The force of his thrusts increased
gradually. He reached between us and stroked my cock, and I moaned and began
rocking my hips, riding him, using the wall behind me as leverage. As soon as I
did that, he started taking me harder. “Yes,” I ground out. His lips met mine
forcefully, claiming my mouth as he claimed my virginity.

After a while, Vincent let go of my cock
and carried me effortlessly across the kitchen. I marveled at his strength, the
muscles in his back flexing under my splayed fingers. He laid me on my back on
a big wooden table, my butt hanging over the edge, and put my ankles on his
shoulders.

He thrust into me slowly in this new
position, but as I relaxed again and he saw that I was enjoying it, he took me
harder and harder until his hips slapped against me. His cock hit a spot inside
me that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making me cry out and arch
up off the table. His big hands grasped my waist, pulling me toward him to meet
each thrust, and I moaned loudly as I reached down and stroked my achingly hard
cock. He held my gaze steadily throughout all of it, which felt every bit as
intimate as the fact that he was inside me.

“Trevor, I’m gonna cum.” His voice was
gravelly. I stroked my cock faster, and he asked, “Where do you want it?”

“In me.”

He seemed mildly surprised, but then he
began pounding me relentlessly. After a few moments, Vincent threw his head
back and yelled, thrusting hard, his warm cum shooting inside me. That was so
incredibly erotic that it set me off too, and I began shooting all over my
stomach, spurt after spurt, arching up off the table, yelling incoherently.

It was so intense that it took a long
time to come back to earth, my body shaking as I gasped for breath. He eased
out of me carefully, then scooped me into his arms, holding me as our heart
rate and breathing returned to normal. I was completely exhausted, so much that
it was an effort to wrap my arms around his shoulders. He carried me to the
guestroom and climbed onto the bed, then settled us in comfortably.

“That was amazing. Thank you,” I
murmured, struggling to keep my eyes open.

He grinned and said, “You’re welcome.
And thank you, too. Are you okay? I probably should have gone easier for your
first time.”

“No you shouldn’t. That was perfect.” I
stopped fighting my eyelids and nestled against him. “Gonna nap. Be right here
when I wake up, k?”

He kissed the top of my head and
murmured, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter
Eleven

“What time is it?”

I sat up in bed and turned to look at
Vincent, who was reclining on his side a few inches from me. He answered, “A
little after two p.m., I think. Why?”

“I was worried that I’d slept away the
best birthday of my life.” I reached up and brushed his hair back from his
eyes.

“Nope, still plenty of birthday left.
What do you want to do next?”

“This.” I snuggled against his chest and
he wrapped his arms around me.

“Good plan.” He kissed the top of my
head, then said, “We could do this same thing out by the pool if you wanted
to.”

“I don’t own swim trunks,” I murmured.

“Well, not that you’d really need to
wear any, but I think I saw some with your new clothes.” He leaned over and dug
around in the shopping bag, which was on the floor right beside us. “Yup. She
who shall remain nameless thought of everything. We should probably get you
cleaned up though, so you don’t get your new suit all buttery.”

“Oh man, I forgot about that,” I said as
I sat up. “We probably totally messed up the bedding.”

Vincent shrugged. “It’ll be fine. If it
doesn’t wash out, I’ll buy my brother new sheets.”

We showered together, but more quickly
and efficiently than the last time. Afterwards, I put on my cute new royal blue
and white swim trunks and said, “I’m surprised this isn’t a banana hammock.”

He grinned at that. “A what?”

“A banana hammock. You know, like a
skimpy little Speedo or something. I say that based on the overall miniscule
nature of my new Mr. Mario underwear collection.”

“Shame that it isn’t.”

“Is that what you’ll be wearing?”

“Probably. I didn’t bring a suit either,
so I have to go upstairs and raid my brother’s wardrobe. I’m sure whatever I
find will be really tasteful. Be right back.”

When he returned a couple minutes later,
he was dressed in a pair modest of black swim trunks. “Johnnie must have taken
all his banana hammocks on the cruise with him. The suits he left behind really
aren’t up to his normal boytoy standards.”

“Pity,” I said with a smile.

Vincent grabbed some towels and
sunglasses, along with a few bottles from the bathroom. I followed him out to
the pool area, and after we got comfortable on a wide chaise lounge I picked up
one of the bottles and looked at the label. “SPF 70. Think that’ll be strong
enough for this white boy?” I flashed my companion a smile.

“No,” he said with a grin, “but there
wasn’t any SPF 2000 in the cabinet.”

I laughed at that. “Thanks.”

“You’re the one that described yourself
as, what was it? Blizzard white?” He exchanged his glasses for a pair of shades
and leaned back against the chaise, tucking a hand behind his head with a
relaxed smile.

I dug through the bottles and held up a
container of baby oil. “What’s this for?”

“I brought it in case you decide you
want to fuck me while we’re out here.”

He said that so casually, and I
immediately got flustered. “Oh.”

“I mean, if you want to.”

 “What about the giant bottle of
lube in the shopping bag?”

“It’s too weird. Just knowing who bought
it for us, I can’t go there.”

“Probably a good call.”

He picked up a white tube of sunscreen
and said, “But this comes first. Can’t have you bursting into flames out here.”

Vincent used applying the sun block as
an excuse to give me a slow, sensual massage. I relaxed under his touch,
letting my eyes close as his hands slid over my skin, and murmured, “Don’t let
me fall asleep again, okay?”

“I won’t. Turn over and let me do your
back.” He reached up and flipped a lever on the chaise, lowering it so it was
flat, and I rolled onto my stomach, tucking my hands under my head.

“I feel so good with you, Vincent,” I murmured
as he kneaded my shoulders, “and not just because you’re massaging me into a
coma. I feel comfortable with you, which isn’t something that comes easily to
me.”

“Same here.”

After a while I said, “I’ve been
wondering why you’re so willing to open up with me, when from what I hear,
you’re really not like that with other people. You’ve told me some really
personal stuff.”

“You’re right, I’m not like that with
others,” he said. “I got into the habit at an early age of building walls
around myself and keeping everyone at a distance. But the thing is, I’m pretty
self-aware. I know doing that damages my relationships with people. So from the
moment I met you, I just didn’t want there to be that distance between us,
Trevor. I knew right away that I’d have to drop my usual façade if this had any
chance at all of succeeding.”

“I get it,” I said softly.

“I guess I really don’t know how to
regulate the flood gates, though,” Vincent continued as his strong hands rubbed
my back, “Instead of just removing a couple bricks, I seem to have brought the
walls down entirely. That’s scary as hell, in case you’re wondering. But I’ve
always felt like I could trust you, so maybe it’ll be okay.”

“It will be,” I whispered.

I was pretty much a blob of jelly by the
time he’d finished with me, but I sat up and grabbed the sunscreen as I said,
“My turn.”

“No, I just want you to relax.”

“Don’t argue with the birthday boy,” I
said with a grin, dispensing a dollop of cream into my palm, then rubbing my
hands together.

He looked like he wanted to argue, but
finally said, “Okay, fine,” and stretched out on his stomach, both hands
resting above his head.

Vincent relaxed as I tried to emulate
his movements, rubbing his back and shoulders as I worked the lotion into his
skin. I’d never done this for anyone before, and I began to get a bit
self-conscious, wondering if I was even sort of massaging him properly. “If I
was totally doing this wrong you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?” I blurted after a
while.

He rolled partway onto his side and
grinned at me. “No.”

“You wouldn’t?’

He pulled me into his arms and said, “Of
course not. But you can’t actually get that wrong, Trevor.”

“You say that now. But one inadvertent
Vulcan death grip and you’ll realize ‘wrong’ is a very real possibility.”

 He chuckled at that. “I don’t
think I was in mortal danger.”

“Okay, maybe not. But still, you don’t
have to endure my clueless poking and prodding.”

Vincent kissed me lightly and said, “I
loved every minute of that.”

“You did?”

 “Maybe a little too much.” I
almost asked what he meant, but then he shifted his position slightly and
skimmed his erection against my cock through our swim trunks. I forgot all
about feeling self-conscious as my libido kicked in and I draped my arms around
him, my lips meeting his.

 “I really don’t mean to keep
making this all about sex,” he murmured between kisses. “You’re just so
irresistible.”

“It’s fine.” I kissed him again.
“Really.” And again. “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” My tongue slid
between his lips, and we rolled over so that I was now straddling him.

He took off his sunglasses and looked
into my eyes as he reached down and tugged the tie on my swim trunks. He pushed
them below my balls and took hold of my cock while I rubbed myself against his
straining erection. I kissed his face, his ear, his neck, winding my fingers in
his hair, and he nipped my shoulder, just hard enough to send a jolt of
pleasure through me as he stroked me.

We both stripped quickly, then got right
back to kissing as I rubbed my bare cock against his. He reached for the oil
and dispensed some onto his hand, then went back to jerking me off, getting me
really slick. After a while he murmured, “You can fuck me if you want to,
Trevor.”

I sat up between his legs and looked at
him. That prospect was both thrilling and more than a little intimidating, way
more than being fucked, for some reason. Lust finally won out and I nodded,
since I didn’t trust my voice to work properly right then.

Vincent picked up the oil again and
drizzled a little onto his fingertips, then reached down and worked himself
open for me. “God that’s hot,” I murmured, reaching down and stroking my
throbbing hard-on as I watched him.

He wiped his fingers on a towel, spread
his bent knees a little further and relaxed back against the chaise, perfectly
passive, his hands resting above his head. “All yours,” he said with a
surprisingly shy little smile.

I scooted forward and positioned the tip
of my cock against his opening, holding it in my hand so I could guide it in.
My heart was pounding in my chest, from both nerves and excitement, and I took
a deep breath before pushing against him. I met with resistance and hesitated.
But Vincent said softly, “It’s okay, Trevor. You won’t hurt me.” The trust in
his eyes gave me a boost of confidence.

I pushed forward again and watched as
the pink, swollen tip of my cock entered his body. It felt incredible, so warm
and tight. I needed more, and I pushed myself into him, both of us moaning in
unison. When he’d taken my length so that my body was pressed against his, I
held still for a moment, enjoying the intoxicating sensation of being inside
him.

But quickly, the need to thrust took
over. I looked down, watching my cock sliding in and out of him as I worked my
hips. It was mind-blowingly erotic and it spiked my lust, making me take him
harder.

I fell forward onto my elbows after a
while, and Vincent wrapped his arms around me. He arched his back, which
somehow allowed me to take him a little deeper still, moaning, totally lost to
his own pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured as I pumped in and out of
him, watching his every reaction, the way his lips parted, the flexing of the
muscles in his big shoulders, his olive skin glistening with a thin sheen of
sweat.

When he locked eyes with me I murmured,
“Oh God.” My orgasm was mounting, and I told him, “I’m going to cum soon.” I
really didn’t want to, I wanted to keep doing this for hours, days, weeks, but
I was too far gone already to hold it back.

“Cum in me. Please, Trevor,” he
murmured. When I got up on my knees and began thrusting harder, he fumbled for
the oil and squirted some directly onto his cock. He began stroking himself
fast as I grasped the backs of his thighs, practically slamming myself into
him, my body slapping loudly against his with each thrust. When my orgasm tore
from me, I yelled, pounding him even harder, emptying myself deep into him. It
was so incredibly intense that my vision faltered, color and light popping
behind my eyes.

Vincent hadn’t quite finished by the
time my senses returned to me. Even though I was shaking from the force of that
orgasm, I had the sudden, overwhelming need to have him inside me. Quickly, I
climbed up and straddled his hips, took hold of his cock, and guided him into
me. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he grabbed my hips and I began to ride him almost
feverishly. In just a couple minutes he was crying out, arching up off the
chaise, his cum spattering my insides as he thrust up into me.

Eventually his body relaxed under me as
both of us gasped for breath. I collapsed on top of him and his arms came up to
encircle me. “That was incredible,” I murmured.

“It really was.” He kissed the top of my
head and I snuggled against his chest. After a few moments, Vincent said, “I’m
about to do something kind of weird. Just...pretend it isn’t.” He shifted a
bit, which made his cock slide out of me, and grabbed the tube of sunscreen.
Then he squirted some in his hand, rubbed his palms together, and quickly
massaged it over my exposed butt.

I burst out laughing. “I can’t believe
you just did that.”

“Told you it was weird. But you were
going to burn if I didn’t do it and I couldn’t let that happen.” He put his
arms around me again.

“Well, it’s nice to know someone has my
back. Or at least, my butt.”

He smiled at that, then said, “Since
we’re all hot and sweaty now, do you want to cool off in the pool?”

“You go ahead, I’ll watch.” I rolled off
him and returned the chaise to an upright position as he got up.

“You sure?” When I nodded, he walked
naked to the edge of the pool and executed a perfect dive into the water.

He did a couple quick, graceful laps
before crossing his arms on the pool deck a few feet away from me and saying,
“This feels really good. You should join me.”

“I would, but I can’t swim,” I admitted.
“That’s kind of lame, I know. But I just never learned.”

I was hoping that wouldn’t trigger a
pity reaction as Vincent realized he’d encountered yet another byproduct of my
lousy childhood. And it didn’t seem to. Instead he just smiled at me and said,
“Come in and I’ll teach you.”

“I don’t know...I’m kind of afraid of
water.”

“Do you trust me?”