Love's Entanglement Page 6

  Thinking of that, and how things might get better between us now after the flight, I snuggled down into the sleep I needed—smiling.

  6 ~ Philo

  Soft moans woke me. I blinked awake and glanced around without even lifting my head. God was I tired. Right, I was home in Bari, Italy, at La Salvezza but to me it was just home. I snuggled down into bed, forgetting what woke me. I really wished I got a bed and room like this at camp. I missed this room. I longed for this bed.

  My mum really did spoil me. We were allowed to special order some things, like mattresses, but within limits since it wasn’t like we had limitless space. And I couldn’t have a huge oversized bed with a pillow top and oak frame as I did—

  I pushed up when there was another moan.

  “So bad, been so bad.”

  My eyes adjusted to the dark room, and I looked over to the couch, remembering Norris was there. The blanket I’d given him had fallen off and he was squirming. Damn, whatever he was dreaming about, it looked like a good one.

  “You should punish me, Philo,” he groaned. I went rock hard. Fuck, the dream was about me! Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, he pushed his ass up, nothing but those tight little boy shorts keeping me from seeing everything I wanted to and the next words out of his mouth had me almost blow in my own boxer briefs. “Spank me. Slap my ass as hard as you want. You’re the boss of me.”

  “Jesus, Norris,” I hissed, wondering if I should wake him up.

  “Yes, anything you want. Do it. Anything!” he cried out and then his head came up off the cushions. He looked stunning, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with confusion and lust, even as his gaze darted around the room.

  And then his eyes locked with mine.

  “Did I wake you up?”

  “Yes,” I hedged, not thinking then was the best time to lie or play games… Then again, I didn’t want to hurt him and most of the blood was in my groin so it was hard to think.

  “Was I talking in my sleep?”

  “Yes.”

  His face fell, but his chest started rising and falling even faster. “Oh god. Did you hear what I said?”

  I was going to answer but then I figured once I did, we wouldn’t get on to whether I liked what I heard or not so I took a chance. A hormone-fueled chance, but whatever. “Why don’t you come under the covers with me and see what hearing what you said did to me.”

  A slight gasp passed his lips, but he didn’t move. It was maddening. Why wouldn’t he move? Did he want me to order him like he’d been saying? I wouldn’t do that our first interaction, not without him telling me it was okay.

  Did he want me to go to him? With how hard he’d gotten me and how much I’d already been pushing down that I’d wanted him, there wasn’t a cage that could stop me from going after him now that I knew he wanted me too. I was just about to say that when he slowly slid one long, lean leg off the couch, letting his foot touch the floor and then the other.

  He gradually walked over to the bed, the few feet seeming like miles with how he drew it out, as if he were approaching a sleeping bear that might eat him instead of a man who wanted him. Then again, to a post-trans who’d just been busted for having a kinky sex dream about his trainer sleeping not ten feet from him, it might have been one in the same.

  But finally he reached the bed, his hand sliding under the covers as he watched my face. I took his wrist, ignoring the way he flinched in surprise and moved his trembling hand down over my cock. Then I smiled like the predator I felt when his breath hitched and his eyes went wide as he touched how hard I was. His own dick was rock hard in his boy shorts.

  “Was it just a dream or is this what you want, Norris? You have to tell me now,” I warned him.

  He swallowed loudly and nodded, his hand gripping my cock and stroking me through my underwear. “I want you.”

  That was all I needed to hear.

  I moved faster than he could, grabbing him around the waist and yanking him on top of me. Then I rolled us and tucked us back under the covers, all while getting him out of those boy shorts and me losing my own boxer briefs in the process.

  I spread him out like a feast for my eyes to drink in, my hands on either thigh as I pushed them apart. He let me, shaking under me as I lowered myself over him. Then I pinned his wrists over our heads and stared down at him with a big smile on my face.

  “Better than the couch?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Philo, my shorts are gone.”

  “Yes, I know. I made that happen,” I chuckled.

  “I didn’t know they were going to go already.”

  I lost my smile and watched him a moment. “I thought you wanted this.”

  “I do. I just—”

  “You get naked to fuck, Norris.”

  He flinched and then looked away. “Oh, you want to have sex already.”

  “Yeah, what did you think I meant? You said you wanted me. You grabbed my cock.”

  “I’m sorry. I-I—”

  “And you think I play games,” I growled, letting go of his wrists and pushing up.

  “Don’t get mad,” he sniffled. I froze, not expecting that response. “I told you I was a virgin.”

  “Oh shit, right.” Now I felt like a grade A asshole. I had totally forgotten. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry. You did. I’m sorry, Norris. I wasn’t thinking. Not enough sleep and listening to you, there was no blood left in my brain. I’m sorry, strudel.”

  “I can’t jump right into sex. Please, I’ve never been with anyone, not ever.”

  “You mean you’ve never done anything with a guy?” I hedged, unsure what he was trying to tell me. He shook his head, still not looking at me. I let out a long breath. I knew a lot of guys that would have found that hot, and part of me did because I was getting first dibs on prime, hot Norris real estate where no one had ever been before.

  It also complicated things.

  “Okay, it’s okay, Norris,” I assured him, moving his chin back so he had to look at me. “I’ve never been with a virgin, like new-to-all-of-this virgin, even when I was one, hundreds of years ago. So you’ve gotta tell me what’s okay and what’s not.”

  As I said, complicated. My dick had wanted to fuck his ass that was pushed up in the air and have some trainer/trainee benefits… This sounded like a relationship.

  He shrugged. “You just skipped to sex like this was a hookup. You didn’t even kiss me.”

  “You grabbed my dick. That’s a hookup.”

  His face fell and I realized it was the wrong thing to say the moment it passed my lips even. “You told me to. I thought it was being playful. That’s why I didn’t want to move and stay on the couch. I knew it was some double meaning and I’d get hurt.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, back up and we’ll slow down,” I sighed, leaning my forehead down to his before deciding to kiss his neck and relax him a bit. He was stiff as a board, and not in a good way, completely tense and freaked out under me. “Just rewind. I jumped the gun and forgot what you told me.”

  “You think I’m a baby now because I’m not ready to just get naked and spread my legs for you after whatever you overheard. I wasn’t teasing you,” he rasped, shaking.

  And then I got it. He didn’t want kid gloves because he was twenty-five, but he needed virgin gloves no matter what. I mean, he’d never even messed around with anyone.

  My heart actually went out to him for how open he was being with me. “No, not a baby. You just don’t know the ropes. That’s cool. You want your first time to be special and not some hookup. I get it. You want to just play.”

  He waited a few beats and then relaxed into the bed, nodding. “Yeah. You were being playful so I thought you just wanted to play.”

  “I do. I really do,” I groaned, grinding my hips against his. “Do I want you after you were moaning in your sleep about me being the boss and slapping your firm ass as hard as I want? Jesus, do I ever, Norris. But we can do just this
and I’d be happy.”

  “Okay.” He turned his head and ducked his chin so his lips found mine, and I took the hint, cradling his head with one hand while my other one moved down his body. He tasted sweet, which didn’t surprise me after the way he was acting.

  Norris was probably made of sugar and spice and everything nice, just like all good little virgins. Maybe I’d missed out on a lot because I liked kissing him more than I could remember the last ten guys combined. He moaned and whimpered as I lifted his leg and rubbed our groins together. Then he started to push at my chest like he was freaking out.

  I lifted my head and smiled down at him. “It’s not too soon.”

  “It is,” he gasped, not even pretending he didn’t know what I meant. “You’re not there.”

  “It’s not my first time.” Norris shook his head, but I simply worked my hips faster, moaning at the sight of him going crazy under me. “Come for me, strudel. I want to see it.” He shook his head again and I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I grabbed a handful of hair and made him look at me. “Come for me.”

  “Philo!” he cried out, grabbing onto my shoulders and digging his fingers into my skin. He wrapped his legs around me and moved his body against mine like a man desperate to have the best orgasm of his life.

  Okay, now I got why people were into virgins. No one got this excited for a rub-off unless it was their first. I bet he’d be this hot and bothered by his first dozen or so and it was awesome to watch.

  “God, I want to fuck you,” I murmured when he was done. He stared up at me with wide eyes, fear in them mixed in with lust, chest heaving, and slowly he nodded. I smiled down at him before giving him a soft kiss. “I was just telling you I wanted to. It’s okay that you’re not ready. Don’t ever say you are because you think I want you to. I’ll wait.”

  “Yeah?” he whispered.

  “Of course. As long as you don’t mind taking care of me too. That looked like fun and now I’m all wound up.”

  “Yes, yes, I want you to finish too, Philo. Of course I do,” he rambled, staring up at me with those big turquoise eyes. “Tell me what you want. Anything you want me to do.”

  I groaned mentally. I want in your ass and to fuck you until I can’t walk. Instead I rolled over so I was on my back with him plastered to my side. “Whatever you feel comfortable with. I’m hard and want your attention.”

  There, that was mature and patient. Very saintly of me even.

  Norris smiled at me as if I’d given him his first plane, and for once I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d said the right thing. That was confirmed when he slid his leg over my hips and moved so he was sitting on my lap.

  “Whatcha doing?” I asked, really excited to see him on top.

  “Playing,” he purred, leaning over to lick my nipple as he moved his hips. I moaned, rubbing my hands up and down his thighs. I thought it wasn’t something a newbie did and was about to call him out on that until I saw the insecurity in his eyes.

  He’d probably seen it on porn and figured to try it. Worked for me.

  “Mmm, use your teeth, strudel. Work those hips for me,” I guided as my hands moved to his ass and helped him. He did really well for a bit, getting me almost there, but then he lost his rhythm when he got close. I quickly sat up and moved us against the headboard so we didn’t lose momentum. Then I ground his ass against my cock and pressed my lips to his ear. “Okay?”

  “Yeah, very okay.”

  “Can I touch your hole? Just tease it.”

  “Uh-huh,” he moaned as his arms wrapped around me. I did, tracing circles around the tight entrance that would bring me so much fun. “Oh god, oh god, Philo, I’m going to come again and you haven’t yet.”

  “I’m almost there,” I growled, nibbling on his ear. “Tell me you can’t wait until I’m inside you. Tell me what you want, Norris.”

  “That’s teasing you because I’m not ready,” he whimpered.

  “That’s fun when I know it’s teasing.”

  I could tell he didn’t get it but at least he was willing to try. “I want you to rip off my clothes and bend me over things, unable to wait anymore. That was the dream. I mouthed off to you, and you couldn’t take it anymore, spanking me, fucking me until my ass was so red and that made you really happy.”

  “Oh god, it so would,” I groaned, grinding against him harder as I teased his opening. “I would love to tie you to my bed and spank you. You have a good mouth. I want my cock in it.”

  “Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he came all over us. The smell of his cum and pleasure was enough to set me off. I rubbed my cock against him almost to the point of being painful as my seed marked him all over with my scent.

  When we were spent, he slumped against me but I still teased his hole. “Next time you mouth off to me or let that temper fly, I will bring you back to this room and spank you, play with this tight hole and not let you get off. Now I have everything I need to keep you on good behavior.”

  “I can say I’m sorry with my mouth.”

  “Oh, strudel, the next time we play, you’ll be doing that anyways and I’ll stick my tongue in your hole and eat out this sweet ass.”

  “Jesus, Philo,” he hissed, squirming against me. “We should play now.”

  “No, we don’t have to do everything right now. You wanted to go slow.”

  “Slow is for losers,” he grumbled as I stilled his hips. “I’m twenty-five. I don’t need to go slow.”

  “We should sleep some more. Maybe just hold you a bit.”

  He yawned and I guessed he was still pretty tuckered out. “That does sound nice.”

  We scooted down into the bed more, and after a few minutes, Norris was sleeping soundly on my chest. It wasn’t hard to follow him right over into slumber. The flight had been long, and the play—while rewarding—drained what was left of my batteries.

  * * * *

  “Philo, hey, it’s noon. You said you wanted to get up by lunch, right?” Norris asked as he shook me awake.

  “Yeah, but really I want to sleep more. Fucking long flights and time zone changes. Everyone else gets to sleep but the pilots get the worst jet lag when they’re not used to this all the time.”

  “What can I do?” he offered. It was so sweet, so earnest, that I pushed up onto my elbows and smiled at him. “What?” He raised an eyebrow at me but then his cheeks heated up when he caught on. “Oh. I’m not sure specifically what you mean, but I’ll try.”

  “Mmm, tonight you sure will. I liked the sample I got of you.” I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Come on, Mum will have us on light duty because we were flying the plane so we won’t be in the fields or helping with the heavy lifting like the others. They might have traveled but they got to sleep. She’ll tire them out so they crash and get on the right time zone.”

  “Smart,” he complimented as we rolled out of bed. Then he glanced at the bathroom and back to me. “Oh, you go first.”

  “Come on,” I chuckled, grabbing his hand. “We can shower together and behave. I’ve already seen you naked.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” I could practically feel the nerves coming off him as if us being in the shower together meant sex automatically, but a few minutes in and several kisses and he was fine. It might have taken a little longer than if we’d taken two separate showers, but this way we both got a quick rub-off with no cleanup required.

  And five minutes after, we were dressed and hurrying to the kitchen. It was only a few feet outside that Norris stopped and went white as a sheet.

  “Norris?”

  “I can’t meet your parents.”

  “You already met my parents.”

  “That was when I was your trainee. Now you’ve seen me naked,” he hissed at me.

  I took pity on him and dug deep for my patience. “Strudel, we hooked up. Do I want us to do it again and see if something’s here? Yes, but I’m not going to introduce you to my parents as my new lover and get their blessing for our mating. You’ve been watc
hing too many romance movies or maybe porn that tries at having a plot, okay? Nothing’s changed in their eyes.”

  He nodded but then poked me in the chest. “Okay, but you have to stop calling me strudel. And why do you call me that? Most use babe or honey. Why strudel?”

  “Why honey?” I challenged, but then saw he was about to lose it. “I don’t know. It’s sweet, creamy, yummy, warm goodness. You just remind me of strudel. I want to eat you up and get all up in you at the same time. So yeah, you’re my strudel.”

  Norris opened his mouth to say something but then turned about ten shades of red before hurrying through the door. Oh, I really liked that look on him. I hurried after him, wanting to see more of it, but unfortunately another group of people must have arrived because Councilman Theo Ashton and his mate, one of our own, Evan, were talking to my parents.

  “Oh, good, you’re up. Was the bed okay?” my mum asked me.

  Unfortunately Norris answered.

  “I didn’t sleep in the bed. I was on the couch. We’re not together,” he babbled, looking over his shoulder at me with huge, frantic eyes. “I started on the couch.” Then when no one said anything and a dropped pin could’ve be heard in the room, he put the final nail in his coffin. “I’m a virgin.”

  “Apparently not for long if you keep bunking with him, because you went from you didn’t sleep in the bed to you started on the couch,” Councilman Ashton chuckled, glancing between us. Then he leaned in to Evan. “Who’s this one? I didn’t meet him. Do we like him?”

  “You better. He’s our son,” my father said dryly.

  “And we do like him,” Evan agreed easily. “You might not have officially met him, but you saw him. You even asked if he was okay. He’s the chopper pilot who got stuck taking us all back and forth.”

  “Oh right, nice to finally meet you, Philo,” Theo greeted, coming closer and extending his hand. “I kept telling Evan you could stay and take a break but you kept saying you needed to get your bird back.”

  I nodded as I shook his hand. “We don’t have many at the camp and you’ve seen how problems just spring up so it’s best they all get right back home in case they’re needed.”