A New Dream [Dreams: 1] by Alex C. Clarke Page A

searching for his mouth with his own. He was so tense…it was like floating―dancing in the water―as if his body wasn’t his anymore but his lover’s. He fought to stay his hands at his sides when all they wanted to do was to touch his man. My man…mine.
    But David was the one in charge. The decision to take things further was his to make. It didn’t look like David was about to give up tormenting James. He was tantalizing him; biting him here, nibbling him there, licking his heated skin from his collarbone to his nipples where he would tickle one after the other ―and ended up moaning against the tight buds, the sound echoing in James’ heart, melting his insides.
    He was groaning loudly now, his breaths coming in short bursts. His body seemed to live its own life and his hips were bucking in the air against his will, undulating in hope it would make David touch the rest of his lover’s body. He was desperate for more. He almost said it but he knew better. Being blindfolded strongly increased the sensations and he truly loved it. He imagined for a second what David would look like in his place. He stored the thought for later, as he pictured keeping his lover on the edge for a long time, retarding his climax as much as possible.
    In the meantime, he was the one whose orgasm was denied. The one who would come stronger than ever. The one about to die from pleasure. He wanted to touch David so bad, to come and make him come in return.
    The only sounds in the room were their heavy panting and their unremitting moans.
    David was mapping James’ body. His hands everywhere, his mouth never far behind. James was longing to take over, to flip his man on the mattress and to be the one doing the kissing and licking and tormenting. He was barely managing to curb his urge. He had thought David was a quiet, shy man when he was in fact a rumbling volcano inside. He dared everything, touched him everywhere and was afraid of nothing. It was as if something had shifted in him, freeing him somehow. His curious tongue was licking every part of James. Every part but the one desperate to be touched, it seemed.
    When at last David’s tongue crossed the ultimate line and flicked his tongue over the wet head of James’ eager cock, James thought he had died and went straight to heaven. But he was wrong. He went to heaven when, after a couple licks, David closed his mouth on his steeled shaft and engulfed him. First, it was only half of it, but soon enough he was used to the feeling in his mouth and he took it down to the root. James knew he was about to come already. David didn’t master the techniques, he wasn’t confident enough yet, but it was the best blowjob James had ever received, no matter what. The sensuality of the moment, as James was forced to let go, to let things happen to him, increased the sensations exponentially. His fists tightly clenched on the bed linen, he sensed a drop of sweat running down his cheek. His entire body was covered in a thin layer of moist. As the blindfold had slid, he could see David’s eyes looking up at him from time to time, checking if everything was alright. Perhaps even verifying if what he did was good for James?
    James was on the verge of going crazy. He was mumbling nonsense, English mixed with French, hoping David would get the gist of it.
    David laid down between James’ parted legs, his arms crooked behind James’ thighs as his hands were pinning down his hips. He was sucking him harder and harder, his cheeks hollowed and his head bobbing up and down frantically. James was on cloud nine and wouldn’t be bothered with holding back. He simply couldn’t do it anymore.
    The tell-tale signs announcing the eminence of his orgasm came too late. He barely had time to warn David before he spread a scorching flow of release on his flat stomach and on David’s face. His lover had been able to pull off on time but hadn’t avoided a drop or two from landing on his cheek. He hadn’t wanted