On My Knees by Tristram La Roche Read Free Book Online Page B

Christ. Even in the dark I could see he was handsome. Chiseled features, straight nose, high cheekbones. A flash of white said he’d smiled at me, and I felt my cock stirring again. I loved this place! I looked up at him, searching for his eyes, and felt his tongue part my lips. He put his arms round me and hard muscles pulled me close. His taught body against mine made me tremble, and I felt I would collapse on the floor if he let go. He drove his tongue deeper, and I put up no resistance. Yes! I wanted this. The gentle, female kisses of the past were as nothing compared to this writhing muscle drilling its way towards my throat. When his stubble scratched against my chin, I shuddered with delight.
    He withdrew his tongue and brushed my ear with his lips. “Fancy going somewhere quieter?”
    The pulsating music reverberated off the brick vaults and drowned my reply. I cleared my throat. “OK,” I said a second time.
    He slipped his towel round his waist and I felt his hand grasp mine, firm and sure. He pulled me through the melée towards the doorway. His frame blocked what light there was for a moment, and then I saw him as we squeezed into the passageway. He had Attila’s build but was younger and, I suppose, handsome in a more classical way. He’d have graced any runway and my body shook at the thought of what was going to happen. He looked back at me and flashed his teeth again, his green eyes egging me on. I could barely walk.
    As he led me down the passageways, head tilted to avoid the brick vault that swept in sharply, he glanced over the tops of the doors of the cubicles. I couldn’t see over them but it was obvious he was checking for one that was vacant. When he found it, he held the door open and gestured for me to enter. As I crossed the threshold, I felt drunk with doubt and excitement. What if he was some kind of lunatic? A murderer? A modern day Jack the Ripper? My body would be found lying in a pool of blood, and no one would know who I was. Then, illogically, I worried that people would.
    He stepped in behind me and locked the door. He shone like a devil in the red light as he removed his towel and knelt to lay it out like a blanket. I got down on my knees and did the same.
    “Lie down,” he said. “I want to lick you all over.”
    I lowered myself onto the towels and lay on my back, placing my hands under my head as a pillow, trembling in anticipation. His shadow fell across me as he reached over with one hand and supported himself above me. I could feel his power, hovering just inches above my chest. When I felt his feet forcing my legs apart, I opened them wide, creating a space for his knees. He sat back on his heels and looked at me.
    “What do you like?” he asked.
    What did I like? What sort of question was that? I didn’t know what I liked.
    “Depends.” It was the only answer I could think of.
    “How about this?”
    He lowered his head and began licking my neck. Electricity danced across my skin. I could feel his cock, hard and wet, rubbing against my thigh. Mine pressed against him. He moved lower, teasing my nipples with the tip of his tongue, then followed the trail of hair down the center of my stomach. His tongue sank into my navel, and he ran it round in slow circles. I felt my cock pulse and knew that the first pre-cum had worked its way out. As if he’d seen it, his head suddenly dipped lower and I drowned under a wave of ecstasy. My hips began thrusting. As my rhythm increased, he suddenly sat up and my cock sprang loose, snapping back onto my stomach.
    “Turn over.” He spoke before I had chance to be disappointed.
    The damp towels clung to my skin. I flung them aside and lay down on the bare plastic mat. I felt him cover me, his stomach like a board against my back, his mouth on my neck, his hungry cock probing between my buttocks.
    Was this the moment? I felt my erection fading as doubts ricocheted about my head. Condoms? Disease? How did I know he wasn’t positive?