An Accidental Meeting

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AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING

an original story

by lordoberon

Chapter 3

Simon's POV

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For a time, it was bliss to just revel in having him with me like that. Gorgeous Jesse, with his blue gaze burning over me in lust, with the voice that melted me and his tongue…his skin was warm against my cheek. I shut my eyes, content, as he stroked his hand through my hair. When his hand got tangled in it, he would use his other to pry the tangles and knots apart, and then start again. I suspected he had somewhat of an obsession with my hair, but I liked it. It made me laugh.

    “What’s so funny?” His voice came from above me.

    “You,” I chuckled, “You and my hair. I like it, though. I like…being like this.”

    “Mmm.” His hand stroked down from my hair to my jaw, and his fingertips bounced down my chest. “Yes. Just us, and finally I get to see you, all of you…” He swallowed loudly. “I had been waiting.”

    “You, wait? Well. I’m surprised. Why didn’t you just take what you want, like you always do?”

    He laughed. “I can be patient sometimes, you know. But only with you, only because you were busy and there’s been so much going on. And you…wanted me since day one.” He groaned. “I should have known.”

    I tried to look up at him, but I could only really see his chin and his mouth. “What do you mean?”

    He smirked. “It’s just a joke. They say that witches have voracious sexual appetites…do you? You’re certainly skilled with your tongue.”

    I rolled my eyes. “They say a lot about witches. More than half of it is complete bullshit. And I can’t speak for all of my fellow witches. As far as me, personally though…” I thought about it, “I have had many people tell me I’m…good. But…I haven’t done the whole thing.”

    He traced the hot flush of embarrassment on my face with his fingers, gliding over one cheek, over my nose, and then across the other cheek. His voice was husky as he replied, “Hmm, really? Virgin?” He moaned, and pulled me up to sit in his lap. I could feel the tension of lust in his limbs, before I even heard it in his voice. “That makes it all the better that you had the hots for me since day one, you know…”

    His teeth were on my ear suddenly, biting hard, and I groaned at the contact, gripping his thighs hard beneath me, digging my fingernails against him. That only made him hungrier, rougher, better, as he licked my ear, and with one hand he rubbed over a nipple, and his other was teasing against my thighs.

    I was scraping over his thigh harder, harder, by the time he stopped licking my ear, and his hand wrapped firmly around my cock. He tugged it, listening to me gasping. He pushed his face into my hair and groaned my name, “Simon…” His hips bucked up against me. Mmm. The lust was roaring in me and I wanted him, I wanted him to have all of me, but god I was tired, too, and this was all so fast…

    I twisted out of his embrace, and stood up on shaky legs. He watched me with half open eyes as I pulled my trousers back on. I didn’t look at him, wondering if he was angry that I had stopped it all of a sudden. Would he understand?

    When I leaned over to give him a hand up, he smiled. Good. He put his things on, too, and followed me out of the dining room and up the stairs.

    I felt embarrassed, and torn. Duty, or desire? What would it be like if we went up to his room? What would it be like to have all of his bare body pressed up firm against me? To have him inside me? To hear him shout…

    I tried to shake my head to get the ideas out, but then Jesse grabbed my wrist as my hand fell on the door knob. He spun me around to face him, and I found myself pushed up against the door suddenly.

    His kiss…oh god, he was devouring me! Taking all my shame and questions and wondering, and burning it all up, as his mouth seemed to ache for me, as his tongue tasted all of my mouth and his hands were like fire up my arms and back. Then he cupped my face, and as he kissed me he pressed his body against me and my resolve to leave the rest of this fun for another day weakened. I wanted him, and he so obviously wanted me. Jesse was fierce when he wanted something. He wouldn’t stop until he got it. He had run out of patience, apparently.

    I whimpered as he pushed himself against me, and our hard cocks ground together, and his teeth were biting my tongue and my lips and I liked it, moaning. Then we pulled apart. I panted, staring at him like some dumb fool, transfixed by the way he licked his lips, and the glowing silver of his eyes in the candlelight. My gaze traveled down from the cords of his neck, to the pink, hard nipples, and then to that trail of fine, pale hair that dusted beneath his navel and crept into his flannels. And the bulge there that was so obvious and rubbed over me…

    “Fuck,” I gasped, as he rubbed over me again, “Jesseee…”

    He laughed. “I knew it. You’re not really tired. You can’t really want to go to sleep.”

    I mumbled something in protest, and that only made him laugh more. My hand crept over the door knob to turn it again, but his hand grabbed me quickly. The knob twisted, and I cried out as I was falling, and Jesse was falling with me. Again. We landed with a thump on the floor, and as I cringed at the pain in my back, Jesse got up and shut the door, and then he was on me again, straddling me. The soft carpet was like fire against my inflamed scar, but when he was against me again, I forgot the pain.

    “I want you,” he growled, kissing me, “And your only choice is whether I take you here, or on the bed…or somewhere else,” he chuckled.

   

·    *** Jesse’s POV



    Simon was fucking beautiful, and there was no way I was going to leave this room without having taken him. He was shy, even in the face of desire, perhaps because he could tell I had experience and he didn’t. But for a virgin, he sure knew how to use his tongue, and he was driving me crazy as much as I was him, it seemed.

    Having seen him naked, secretly, that one time, I knew what to expect. And having seen him again, just now…I didn’t want him out of my sight. He was gorgeous in that wild way, like seeing a panther in the jungles of Africa…beautiful, dark, deadly, but you wanted to get closer, to have those needling eyes on you because of their ability to pull you in…and drown you. He was much less inhibited in his lust, allowing his natural grace to show in his body, and his sounds, Jesus, he was loud and he sounded good. I loved hearing him swear, and I loved hearing him not able to finish my name.

    He lay beneath me now, staring up at me, with those confusing hazel eyes widened. His hair was an absolute mess around him, frizzy and tangled, like a black storm cloud. His earring glinted in the light, and his tongue kept going over his bottom lip in a way that drove me mad. I wanted to bite him again, and scratch, and do other naughty, painful things, because he seemed to be a rough sort who liked that, with the way he was willing to scratch me and that his eagerness had upped when I had him against the door. I drank in the sight of him, the sweat on his smooth throat, the dark nipples, and the thick hair below his navel that, I knew now, turned into curls below the belt. I could feel his cock firm against me, and I rocked over him purposely, smirking when he groaned. His voice was seductive and low unintentionally.

    I wanted to push him up against a wall. I wanted to fuck him until he screamed loud enough to wake the house. I wanted to lick and press over that fine, firm ass. It was time to take control here. I couldn’t wait any longer.

    He made a sound of surprise when I grabbed his wrists and yanked him up to stand with me. Then I was edging him back, back, until his knees hit the window seat, and I pushed him back into that little nook. He shivered at the touch of the cold glass against his bare back. I kissed him again, hard, and at the same time my hands grabbed hold of his waist band and yanked his pants off of him, shoving them down to his knees. I pushed against him then, teasing his cock, and when I slid my fingers up it he moaned a soft little noise like a kitten. Just the sound made my cock twitch, and I groaned against him.

The hairs on my neck stood on end, as his magic flared out of control. He had his hands at the back of my neck, and I could feel a strange heat radiating from the crescent moons. They burned against my neck. His hands were on me then, for as I licked over his ears and fisted his cock, he lost some control. His hands went over my shoulders, and then to my front, where his fingers pinched my nipples and then, oh, his hand was rubbing over the bulge in my trousers, making me groan his name.

    I took my hands off his cock and slid them down to his buttocks, instead. He flushed, embarrassed, and I smirked against his neck. I pushed him to sit over me, god his cock was tight, hot against my belly. I rubbed mine up in the crack of his bare ass, groaning, lost in it, and he was trembling over me.

    “Please Simon,” it came out a sort of wheeze, “Please.”

    I was grinding up against him now, my hot cock just itching to go between his thighs, and he was moaning at my every move, and a hot trickle of precome was sticky on my belly. Mmm. Good. Yes. I teased the slit of his cock, edging my fingers around and in. Simon’s thighs clenched over me, and a sobbing, groaning sound came out of him. His hands were fisted in my hair, and he smelled like lemons and ash. I wasn’t sure if he had even heard my begging – only he could make me do that – because he seemed so far gone.

    I dipped a finger into that stickiness, and he opened his eyes to watch as I licked it from my finger tip. Tangy. His eyes were like dark pools as he stared at me, and his breath hitched. I wet two fingers thoroughly, so they were soaked, and then without further ado, I slid them up his hole. Fuck he was tight. A grunt came out of him with that touch. He whimpered when I pushed them in harder, scissoring, but it wasn’t a bad sound.

    My voice was scratchy. “Is this…new?”

    “Y-Yes,” he whimpered, “Mmm. More. I…like it.” He was pushing against my fingers, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. I sucked over it, thinking of how I would like to suckle his balls and shove my tongue in his tight little entrance. He sounded so good. I wetted a third finger, as one unit I pushed all three in. Immediately he was groaning, and he bounced over them, one, two, three, in a jerky rhythm.

    Fuck. He was beautiful. He was wet with sweat now, and his hands clenched over my shoulders and against my back. I watched his wet lips, his half-open eyes, his hard cock, creaming me still, as he bounced over my fingers.

    “Ready?” I groaned. “I’m…I’m going to do it right here.”

    Simon nodded slowly. “Mmhmm. Do…do it…hard, please. I like rough.”

    I smirked. “I knew it!” Then, I pulled my fingers out, and I pushed him back against the glass. He watched, entranced, when I stepped back and shed the last of my clothing. When I stood before him, with my cock proud and hard against my belly, I reached over and yanked him forward by his hair, demanding, “Suck it.”

    He didn’t mind the change in mood, or that he was sub and I was dom. He did it eagerly, slowly, lolling his tongue against me, and scraping the underside with his teeth. I stopped him at that move, pushing him back into the plush cushion of the sofa. His head and torso were up against the thick frame and glass window. I was wet and ready, so fucking ready, but I wanted to do one thing. When my head ducked down and my tongue pressed against his entrance, Simon shouted. When my tongue thrust into him, he was a whimpering, moaning mess, pushing down on me, ripping my hair from my scalp, swearing and trembling, with his thighs hot against my cheek. As I licked in, in, he rubbed against me, creating a sort of heat rash on my cheek. I welcomed the pain, licking harder, and then retreated.

    When I looked at him again, it was enough to make a man come right there, but I couldn’t, not yet. His cock was swollen and beautiful, and he had his arms pressed back against the glass, above his head. His hair was half in his face, and he was breathing heavily. Long eyelashes fluttered, and he couldn’t seem to stop moving, practically writhing around like a sort of snake. I planted my hands firmly over his hips to stop that, and then pressed my cock against his buttocks.

    “Jesse,” he breathed, “Please.”

    I moved my hands down, spreading him, widening that space for myself, and then my cock entered him, and he grunted as I pushed in against him. I settled there for a few moments, savoring the heat of his flesh, the tight grip he had on my cock. Then again, again, slowly, and by now I had to grip his hips hard so he wouldn’t move so wildly again.

    Panting, I established a firm, even rhythm. He was so good, so tight, it made me breathless. Little sounds came from him. Then his hips pushed back against me, GOD, and I couldn’t help a growling noise that came from me then. Simon!

    “You’re…good,” I gasped, moving a little faster, angling a little deeper. He tried to answer, forming a word or two, but he couldn’t finish. He threw his head back, and a little cry came out of him, a sort of howl. “Ohh,” he moaned, “Mmmmm,” when I pressed in deep and slow, and “Ah! Yes!” when I moved faster. He met my movements with his hips slamming upward, making me cry out. His hands were clenched so hard in the cushion that they created gouges in it, and his cock swayed in a delightful heavy fashion when he jolted up with my thrusts. When he slid his legs up over my shoulders, I murmured, “Good, yes,” and then my hands were gripping and groping his ass, and I was shoving in him faster, pounding deep and hard.

    “Harder, Jesse,” he gasped, “Rough, remember?”

    He knew how he liked it. Rough, mmm. A man after my cock, with a taste like that. With a roar, I slammed him harder, so he was shoved up against the glass again and again, and we were both shouting. Then I pulled out of him, and breathing hard, I flipped him over to be on his belly. He groaned at the friction of his cock against the cushion. I grabbed his hands and yanked them back behind his back. With my other, I slapped him hard across the ass.

    “Shit!” It was a sort of whimper. I did it again, again, with the blood roaring in my ears and his noises driving me on. I was so close to coming now, but he was gorgeous bent over like that, and the cheeks of his ass reddened from the palm of my hand. “Jesse,” he was groaning, “Oh, god…” He loved the rough touch.

    But I couldn’t wait any more. I entered him again, and my hands still holding his wrists back, I slammed home. He cried out, and I came hard inside him, swearing as all that sweet good fullness in my cock and tightness around it loosened. It was such a good release. He moaned at the new sensation, tightening, milking it for all it was worth. He came with a loud groan. Finished, I collapsed over him with a gasp.

    We lay there, panting. His body was hot against me, sweat sticking to me, so slick. I could feel the roundness of his ass against me, and when I licked over his neck his hair tickled me. The smell of the magic was faded now, a distant citrus flavor on my tongue and in my nose. I kissed his neck again, and he whispered, “Jesse.”

    “Simon,” I whispered back. “You’re amazing.”

    He groaned in pain, perhaps, when I hooked my arms under his and arched him back. He let me lift him up, and place him down on his bed face down. He moaned as I began to massage his buttocks. “Good?” I asked.

    “Good. What part? All of it was good…” He laughed.

    I laughed, too. “Mmm. I’m glad. But I mean this,” and I massaged him a little harder.

    “Yes. Mm. But the inside hurts more. Tongue me, please.”

    “Gladly.”

    He gave a little moan when my tongue first eased into his entrance, and then as I licked in deep and soft, little pants came from him. Finally I stopped, and he said, “Do you want to take a bath?”

    I turned him over and helped him up. “Yes. That would help your soreness.”

    So we sat together, waiting, as the tub filled up. He turned towards me, and I looked at him. He had a big smile on his face. I laughed to see it, pleased. He had enjoyed himself, and me, very much.

    We kissed. His hands slid up in my hair, caressing. He put his hand over my heart, and said, “I’m going to take care of this, too, not just your insatiable appetite.”

    I laughed loudly. “How do you know I’m insatiable? We’ve only done it once.”

    He smirked. “Oh, I can tell. You were so pushy.”

    I pushed him gently. “Oh, and what about you? Sir ‘good,’ according to others, and you’re only eighteen.”

    He became a little more serious. “I never whored myself out. Although many wished I had…I just played, a little, here and there. Like you didn’t!”

    I smirked, raising my eyebrows. “You’ll never know.”

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I don't know if this is complete yet.