Page 9 of Heartstrings & Hijinks

Evan

Was it possible to fall in love in one night?

I mean, I always had a thing for Gregory. Always.

Not only was he fucking gorgeous, but he was competent and successful.

He was bigger than me, without being too bulky, and while I didn’t necessarily want to be bossed around in the bedroom, I wouldn’t mind if he gave out a few commands.

When he looked at me with heat in his gaze, it lit my body on fire.

He was the type of man I always envisioned sharing my lacy underwear with. Those were purchases that were just for me. I didn’t flash them around to just any date. But this was Gregory, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

The entire date had been an eye-opening experience. First the museum, then dinner at a diner that he loved. Not a fancy place where he could show off how rich he was, but a nice normal place where the food was cheap and terrible for you, but it tasted amazing.

Then we got to karaoke. He didn’t get on stage and sing, but he swayed along with the crowd and smiled and laughed with all of us. He drank whatever beer was on tap and ate the peanuts from the bowl in the center of the table. He was just like the rest of us.

“If you don’t take that man home and let him fuck you into the mattress, I’m not going to be your friend anymore,” Sawyer whisper-shouted into my ear while Gregory and I were getting ready to leave.

Based on the smirk on Gregory’s face, it was more of a shout than a whisper.

“Noted,” I said.

We got into the car, and I could finally hear myself think after being in the loud bar for the past few hours.

Gregory started the car but didn’t put it into gear. He turned to look at me. “I told myself I wasn’t going to be too forward for our first date. I wanted to give you time to get to know me outside of work and get used to the idea that you and I could be more than just acquaintances.”

“And now? Has something changed?” I had a feeling it had. I had also told myself I wasn’t going to go home with him, but if he gave me the opening, I was going to take it.

“I don’t want this night to end,” he said.

“Then don’t let it,” I said.

Gregory smiled and nodded, then put the car into gear. He headed toward his home.

As soon as the door clicked closed, I couldn’t contain myself. I launched myself at Gregory and planted my lips on his. He moaned against my mouth and his hands went to my hips to steady me.

Gregory’s mouth left mine, and he trailed hot kisses down my neck, latching on to my skin and sucking hard enough that I may have bruises the next day. I didn’t care. I wanted his marks on me.

“Tell me you’re wearing some of those sexy panties you had on last weekend.”

I stilled. “How did you know about those?” I asked.

Gregory kept kissing me, his hands roving over my body like I was a prized treasure. “I saw them last weekend when you tried to take off your pants for me. I hoped they were part of a collection. I didn’t mean to look, but I couldn’t stop you.”

I relaxed. “They are part of a collection. A small one. And yes, I am wearing some right now.”

Gregory growled. His hand went to the waistband of my pants. His eyes met mine, searching for permission. “May I?” he asked.

The gruffness in his voice had my cock hardening. His eyes asked permission, but they weren’t pleading.

I nodded.

Gregory unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.

He pushed them down, exposing the lacy, violet panties I’d picked out for this evening.

My cock strained against the lace, and Gregory nuzzled his face against it.

I groaned. The warmth of his skin, pressing against the hardness of my cock and the softness of the fabric, was a delicious combination of sensations.

His tongue darted out like he might take me into his mouth, fabric and all. Then he stopped suddenly.

“Let me take you to my bedroom. You deserve more than a quick blow job by the front door.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to one, though,” I said.

Gregory raised a brow. “We shall keep that in mind for the future, but for now, let me take you to a proper bed so I can do improper things to you.”

I liked the sound of that.

I held Gregory’s hand as he led me to his room. Once we were there, I stripped off my shirt and kicked off my pants. Gregory eyed where I had just left them deserted on the carpet. Mr. Neat and Tidy perhaps didn’t like things thrown about.

I picked them up and folded them nicely, placing them on the chair where Gregory had slept a week ago.

“Good boy,” he said.

I groaned and my knees shook.

“Interesting,” he said. “Does your interest in kinky things extend beyond sexy lingerie and dirty talk?”

I bit my lip. This was not a topic I expected to come up. The idea of dirty talk or something more in the kink realm had always just been an idea in my head, something to try with a partner I trusted. I’d never had one of those. Until now.

“Maybe,” I said. “With the right person.”

Gregory nodded knowingly. His eyes darkened with desire. Then he began to strip. I kept my eyes on him as he removed his shirt, laying it carefully over the back of the chair. Next came his pants. Then his briefs. His thick cock sprang free, and my mouth watered.

“What would you like, Evan?” he asked.

Everything. I let out a whimper because there were so many ideas running through my mind, I couldn’t pick just one.

“Be a good boy and focus. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck you, then I want you to fuck me.”

Gregory gestured for me to come to him, and I did. He kept his eyes on me as I lowered to my knees. I nestled my face against his velvety length, then used the tip of my tongue to tease his head. His hand went to my hair, threading his fingers into my locks.

“That’s a good boy, take my cock.”

I closed my mouth over his length, drawing him into my mouth as far as I could tolerate. I found myself wanting to please him, wanting to draw out his release and drink down his seed. I’d always enjoyed blowjobs, giving and receiving, but this was next-level. This was Gregory.

After a few moments of me working his length, using every trick in my repertoire, Gregory gripped this back of my head, lightly tugging on my hair.

“That’s enough. I want to come inside you, if you’ll let me.”

I met his gaze and nodded. “Yes. I want that.”

He jerked his head toward the bed, and I scrambled up on to it.

He gazed down at me once I was sprawled out, only wearing my lacy panties. With anyone else I would cover up under the scrutiny. But this was Gregory. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to want me.

Gregory grabbed supplies from the nightstand and dropped them onto the bed. Then he kneeled between my legs. “I hate to take these pretty things off you.”

I sucked in a breath. The heat of his gaze on me, the desire in his voice—all for me—had my dick hard and leaking.

“We’ll get you a pair that you can wear while I fuck you. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t make words, so I just nodded.

He smirked. “That’s a good boy.”

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of the violet lace and tugged them off. Once he had them in his hands, he lifted them to his face and sniffed.

I whimpered. “Please.”

I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. His cock inside me to start, but also please keep me. Please don’t let this be a one-time thing.

Gregory set the underwear aside and grabbed the lube. Once he had a sufficient amount on his fingers, he pressed them against my hole. I wanted to watch, but the sensation was too much. My cock too hard. If I got any more turned on, I was going to blow.

I lay my head back on the bed and let him work me open. His long fingers invaded my body, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Every so often he’d graze over my gland.

Then he was pulling his fingers out and settling the tip of his cock to my hole. He kept his gaze on me as he pushed forward. He fit like a key into a lock, opening my body up to pleasures I’d never known before.

“Argnh, more, Gregory! More!” I thrashed against the bed, my hips bucking, trying to pull him in deeper. Gregory’s hands went to my hips, and he kept to an agonizingly slow pace.

“Such a good boy taking my cock. Your hole looks so pretty stretched around me. Maybe we should get a mirror back here so you can see it too.”

“Yes!” I’d agree to anything at this moment if it meant he fucked me harder.

Then he did.

He slammed into me, stretching my hole to its limits.

His rhythm became more frenzied and powerful, gone were the slow torturous movements. I’d broken the carefully crafted control of Gregory. His grunts grew louder with each thrust deep into my body.

“Fuck, you take me so good, baby. Your body is mine. Made only for me.”

“Fuck yes!”

“I’m going to come, Evan. Paint that pretty hole of yours with my cum.”

Words escaped me as my release drew nearer. Between his words and his cock inside me, I lost control a long time ago.

With one last thrust, he stiffened and warm cum filled my channel. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed between us, and my release followed soon after.

Gregory collapsed onto my chest, keeping the bulk of his weight off me with shaky arms. His heart pounded against mine.

“Fuck, Evan. You are incredible. The only thing missing was some lace. Maybe some clamps on these perky nipples of yours.”

My spent cock twitched at that. “Next time,” I said.

Gregory smiled, his whole face lighting up. “I like the sound of that.”