Preached By My Neighbor (LGBT/18+)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Dexter Evans

"Bedroom," he rasps, his voice coated with lust. When I look into his eyes, I immediately know what I have to do. I carry him bridal style, as if he doesn't weight anything. As cheesy as it sounds, my love for him has more weight than he is in my arms right now.

When we reach his room, our breath hitches. It's not like we haven't done this before – this time, it will be more sincere, there will be no more barricades, or huge walls around our hearts. This time, our hearts will be bind, molded into one, and there's no stopping us. I lay him down on the bed while I take my clothes off. I understand that it hasn't been an hour when I came into his unit, but seeing him so sexy and hot and cute, I can't help myself.

His eyes rake my body, biting his lower lip, and I see his eyes darken. I smirk to myself, noting how sexy he is when he bites his bottom lip. Once I throw my shirt somewhere across the room, I lean down with so much haste that I slip slightly, landing on his chest and Wes makes a noise. We both laugh lightly while I push myself up, the tip of our nose is almost touching. We stare at each other for a moment – this time, I see happiness in his eyes. Oh how long I've wanted to see those eyes staring right at mine. A smile curls into my lips and I lift my hand up, cupping his face, my thumb running circles on his right cheek. He leans into my touch, licking his bottom lip slowly. My eyes flick to his lips, then back to his eyes. Leaning down slowly, I plant my lips on his, then I feel his fingers make its way into my hair.

The moment our lips touch, it's like my body, more like I, has come to life; the sparks are there, flickering inside my stomach. Kissing him feels so good; he tastes like a cheese bread (he probably ate that) and chocolate, but he tastes good. I ravish his lips like I haven't been fed for a very long time. My hands roam around his body, as if I'm memorizing every inch and part of him. From his face down to where my hands can reach him. My tongue trails his bottom lip until he parts his lips open, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue in. We never fight for dominance – Wes knows that I'm the dominant here, in this relationship. My tongue slips inside his mouth, roaming, tasting every inch of his mouth. My hand makes its way down to his pants, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants and once it's off, I push it down until I'm grasping his length through the thick fabric of his underwear. He is rock hard, just like I am. I feel the heat, the thickness, the vein around his c**k through the fabric. Sweet Jesus, I don't want to wait anymore.

Slipping my hand into his underwear, he lets out a moan, whispering my name in an incoherent manner. If I hadn't watched his lips as he said my name, I wouldn't have guessed what he said. I watch in satisfaction as his eyes roll at the back of his head, moaning out in pleasure as I begin to pump him up and down. I would have laughed real hard, beaten you to death, if you have told me a year before this that I would be doing, jerking other man's prick, this. As soon as his movement becomes unplanned, as if he's having a panic attack, I stop what I'm doing. His eyes shoot open, glaring icily at me and I roll my eyes at him. I push myself backwards to make room for myself – I take his underwear completely off of him and I take off whatever clothes I have on me as well.

Wes takes a hold of me, wrapping his soft fingers around my member and I let out a low growl, staring at him with full of lust, no doubt about that. I lean down again, capturing his lips with mine and I smile against our kiss. He does, too. He jerks me, his movement becoming faster and faster until I feel that heavy and hot feeling in my lower abdomen. I stop him before I come. He looks at me rather innocently when we all know he's not that innocent.

"Naughty," I say in a teasing tone, winking at him which makes him blush.

He grumbles under his breath. "Way to ruin the moment."

The moment isn't ruined. Oh no, it's far from that. I begin to plant soft kisses across his jaw, down to his neck, across his collarbone, until I'm kissing his exposed chest down to the navel. Every time my lips land on his hot skin, he makes this noise between a moan and a grunt, and I want to hear more of it; it's like music to my ears. So I continue what I'm doing just to hear that. The whole time my heart is racing, and it will not stop as long as I'm with Wes.

Now I'm face to face with his member standing rather proudly, I take him in my mouth, and he lets out his whimper out of pleasure, and I begin to bob my head up and down, taking him in fully. He tastes salty, I guess because of the pre-c*m leaking out the slit of his c**k, but I like it. His hands grip my hair tightly, tugging me, making me slightly gag. Don't get me wrong, I love having him inside my mouth, but I'm not a pro at this, mainly because I thought I have been straight my whole life. But by the time I get used to him inside me, it's like my gag reflex is no longer working and I take him in and out of my mouth.

"I'm... coming," he says between breaths, slamming his hips upwards. I take a hold of his hips, keeping him still, and I continue to work on him. Then as if on a cue, he unloads himself inside my mouth. His seed shots, landing on the inner walls of my throat; his seed's taste is heaven: very salty and at the same time sweet. "Fuck." I let go of him with a pop.

Wes pushes himself up, and pushes me back. I'm about to open my mouth when he glares at me. Of course, he doesn't need to return the favor. This side of Wes – bossy and needy, so commanding – is sexy in my eyes. He takes a hold of me and I tip my head back, shutting my mouth as his mouth engulfs me. He begins to work on me, bobbing his head up and down, taking me all – from the head to the base. He's a pro at this. I mean, he should be. He has been with guys, into guys, since forever. He has blown a lot of guys already. And thinking of those makes me angry. Wes is mine and only mine. Once I feel the hot feeling building in my lower abdomen, I push him back on the bed, taking control. My fingers trail across the smooth skin on his thigh, then slips into his inner thigh until my fingers are playing with his puckered hole. He tenses for a moment before letting out a moan as I slip my index finger inside. He's tight.

Wincing, uncomfortable, my free hand rubs his inner thigh, then after a few moments, he relaxes. Then I begin to slip another finger inside, stretching him out. I begin to scissor him just to stretch him more, and the whole time I'm doing that, I'm watching the expression he makes on his face. They are caused by pleasure, which makes me happy. Once I think that he's stretch enough, I begin to position myself and spit on my palm, then rub it into my palms. There's no lube, and no condom, and I doubt he has. But it's still worth asking.

"Do you have a lube? Condom?" I ask. He shakes his head. "That's fine. I don't like them anyway."

Placing the tip in his entrance, I put my arms on either side of his head, supporting and balancing myself. His legs are wide open, inviting me, and slowly I push into him. He winces in pain, then as I'm halfway inside him, his arms shoot forward, curling around me, his other arm on my back, scratching it and I let out a grunt as I slam into him.

I begin to thrust in and out of him, my hips slamming against his. "f**k, yeah, God, you're so big," he moans out, scratching my back while his other hand grips my hair. I lean down and capture his lips with mine as I pound him into oblivion. He's a writhing mess beneath me, and I like the view, love the look he has on his face as I make love with him. "f**k, deeper. Yes, yes, harder, Dex... Dex... yes, fuck." His words become a slur as they slip out of his mouth.

We're both on fire, and the way he feels around me, the way it feels while I'm inside him, it makes me crazy. I love the way it feels – it's toxic, like a drug, and I can't get enough of it. I continue to thrust in and out of him, hearing his moan, the slap of our skins, while he scratches my back and grip my hair.

While I'm pounding in and out of him, I grab a hold of his already hard c**k and begin to pump it, synching it with my thrust. Then I feel that hot, heavy feeling building in my lower abdomen again, but this time, I don't stop it. I just keep thrusting myself into him, and in a few more seconds, I'm spilling my seed inside him now, and he explodes right into my hand, some of it landing on his chest. I lift my hand up, licking his essence. He stares at me.

"God, that's so sexy." He rasps. I pull out of him, him wincing in pain, and lay beside him, hugging him. "That's mind-blowing."

"Yes, because it's me."

"So full of yourself," he chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. "But I love it. I love you."

I stare at him before breaking into a smile. "I love you, too. Let's live here in Brooklyn."

"You love Brooklyn?"

"Of course I do. Because you do." He blushes. "I love you, too."