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Genesis
Manchester, September 1999
Friday night in a dingy club on Canal Street, and it was slim pickings even though the club was heaving. The rhythm of the bass pulsed through every cell of my body, and I shook my stuff on the dance floor and eyed up the talent. I didn’t just want to dance that night; I was looking to get laid. But every good looking guy I saw was either coupled up, or I’d already shagged him. I wasn’t willing to sleep with a guy more than once – relationships, even casual fuck buddy style ones, were not on my radar. Not after the last time.
I’d just about given up, considering moving on to another club in the hope of happier hunting, when I felt it. A laser-like gaze staring directly at my arse. I looked over at him, eyeing him up and liking what I saw. A blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis . Tall even when sat on a bar stool. A narrow straight nose, broad shoulders and forearms to die for. Perhaps a rugby player, judging from his build, and I did have a particular weakness for the rugger buggers. Lots of stamina and not too precious about getting down and dirty. Unfortunately, he was dressed like a repressed public schoolboy, all Thomas Pink shirt and chinos, but the raw materials were there and he wasn’t exactly going to keep the chinos on to fuck me, was he? I shook and shimmied on the dance floor, maintaining a casual nonchalance as I dangled the bait in front of him and peeking at him from under my lashes. Yes, he’d do. He’d definitely do for the night.
He didn’t come over. I was practically screwing him from across the room, and he didn’t come over. I rolled my eyes. Apparently, this one would need the more direct approach. I made my way over to the bar and jostled into the space beside where he was sitting. I waved to the barman, attracting his attention and ordering a beer. I took a casual swig before I turned towards Mr Rugger Bugger and gave him my most flirtatious smile.
‘You planning on propping up the bar all night,’ I purred, ‘or would you like to dance?’
He swallowed, and I licked my lips at the sight of his throat bobbing.
‘I’m not a great dancer,’ he replied.
Mmm, he had a wickedly deep voice. Posh accent too. My public schoolboy theory was gaining credence. I mock-pouted at him, peering up from lowered lashes, and delighted in the dilating of his pupils.
‘Shame. You can tell such a lot about a bloke by how he moves on the dancefloor. How he would move…elsewhere.’
I winked cheekily, and he laughed. Not my smoothest pickup line, but I though he needed things spelling out.
‘Why do I have the feeling you’re not going to take no for an answer?’
I grabbed his hand, grinning.
‘Because I won’t. Well…’ A nasty thought occurred to me. ‘Unless you really don’t want to. You’re not straight are you?’
I shuddered, semi-seriously. I’d been burned before; one too many dozily oblivious straight men wandering in in search of a beer and not immediately noticing the type of place they were in. He smiled at me and slipped his hand in my back pocket to pull me close.
‘No. Definitely not straight.’
Holy fuck, he was hot. Manhandling me, smiling at me, purring in that voice that was pure molten sex. Delicious. Yes, he’d definitely do. I grinned and led him onto the dancefloor, teasing him about his dress sense and laughing as he growled at the provocation. This was going to be fun.
He was right about one thing though. He really wasn’t a great dancer.
‘How are you so bad at this?’ I giggled, tugging his hands to clasp my hips and trying to coax any sort of rhythm out of him. ‘You just sway your hips to the beat of the music.’
‘Dirty dancing wasn’t exactly in the repertoire at school you know. I can waltz if that helps?’
I stared at him, incredulously, and he shrugged.
‘Boarding school,’ he said by way of explanation. ‘Didn’t exactly get a lot of opportunity to go out clubbing.’
I grinned to myself – I’d been right.
‘C’mere,’ I said. ‘I’ll teach you.’
We laughed our way through several songs, me patiently teaching him some basic dance moves so he didn’t look like a complete prat. It was fun, and gave me plenty of excuses to press myself shamelessly up close to him. I liked the way his hands snaked round my hips, holding me tight with gentle confidence.
‘Want another drink?’ I asked when we’d exhausted ourselves.
He tilted his head to one side, blue eyes pinning me in place.
‘How many beers have you had?’
I narrowed my eyes at him and folded my arms. No one controlled me. Not anymore.
‘None of your bloody business.’ I retorted, annoyed.
His eyebrows knit together for a moment, and then his eyes widened.
‘No – I just meant…’ He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up agitatedly. ‘I only asked because…well. I don’t want to take advantage. If…well, if this is heading where I think…where I hope this is heading…’
Oh. Oh! Well, this one was a gentleman. How unusual. Normally they just took me home and pounded me into the mattress, and I let them. I beamed at him, running my hands across the broad expanse of his chest.
‘Enough to relax. Not enough to influence my decisions.’
He smiled and nodded thoughtfully, took hold of my chin, and tipped my face up towards him.
And then he kissed me. And believe me, he didn’t need any lessons in how to do that . Softly at first, then with increasing urgency. I clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer and gave myself over to sensation. It was a deep, searching kiss; passionate yet tender at the same time. I sighed happily, enjoying myself. If this was how the man kissed …
He pulled back as the kiss ended, his ocean-blue eyes seeking me out. I smiled, somewhat dazed, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. It was adorably vulnerable.
‘I’m Daniel, by the way. Probably should’ve told you my name before I kissed you.’
‘Jamie.’
‘Fancy getting out of here?’
I grabbed his hand for response and nearly dragged him out of the club.
.oOo.
Daniel’s flat was a ten minute walk away, though it took us much longer because of all the times we stopped to snog senselessly. His building was one of those swanky warehouse conversions, and he had a ground floor flat. It was as neat as a pin and tastefully decorated, though I hardly had a chance to take in my surroundings before he had me pushed up against the wall plundering my mouth. I groaned as his mouth explored mine, his tongue duelling for dominance as he pressed up against me. I gave as good as I got, clutching at his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer, grinding my hips up against him. He grinned into my mouth as I reached to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his muscled chest. I ran my hands across it greedily. His shirt hadn’t done him any favours; the man had muscles like a navvy.
‘Flatmates?’ I asked, gasping as his hand went for the button of my jeans.
‘No, I live alone. Well, apart from…’
He trailed off and indicated the sofa, and I giggled at the sight. An elderly spaniel, curled up on a pile of cushions like some sort of pampered princeling, thumped its tail in welcome.
‘Oh, hi there,’ I said, putting a hand out to greet it. The dog sniffed me suspiciously before ignoring the pair of us in favour of another snooze.
‘Would you like a drink or something?’ Daniel asked, softly.
I shook my head and reached for him again, smoothing my hands down his back. He bent to kiss me once more, and his hands worked at my fly. We necked like teenagers, shedding clothes and trading kisses all the way to the bedroom. We were both stark naked by the time he more or less threw me onto the bed. I laughed as I bounced slightly on the mattress, and he climbed up next to me and crawled to cover my body with his.
‘Is this alright?’ he whispered, kissing me gently and stroking down my flank with one of his powerful hands. I nodded and kissed him back, shivering slightly at the sensation.
‘You’re so gorgeous,’ he murmured, kissing his way down my neck.
I shrugged, embarrassed at the compliment. No one had ever called me that before. Most of the time, if they complimented me at all, they said I had a nice arse or something. No one had ever looked at me like Daniel did – like I was simultaneously something to be treasured yet devoured.
‘Absolutely gorgeous,’ he said, in a decisive tone that brooked no argument. ‘I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. So bloody gorgeous.’
His mouth had reached my nipple and he lapped at it gently with his tongue. I gasped, my skin tingling a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. I was already painfully hard, so aroused I was practically cross-eyed and we’d barely done anything yet. I ran my hands through his hair, caressing his scalp and then tugged gently, making him groan. He looked up from his labours and pressed a heated kiss to my mouth once more.
‘Can I fuck you?’ he whispered, cradling me in his arms. The question threw me for a moment, and not just because the question sounded positively sinful in his aristocratic tones. The men I went home with never usually asked. They just…assumed. Daniel’s careful consideration, his asking my permission , was a major turn on. One I hadn’t even known I’d had.
‘Yeah. I…I’d like that,’ I smiled back.
He grinned, wolfishly. ‘What else would you like?’
I had just enough time to form a teasing reply, ‘You’ll have to find out’, before he slipped a hand down between my legs and took hold of my dick. I clutched at his shoulders as he worked it with the exact right amount of pressure, not too gentle but not too rough. Like the Goldilocks of hand jobs- Goldi cocks I thought with a giggle before my brain checked out and all I could think of was how good it felt.
He’d gone back to kissing and nibbling at my neck, never once missing a beat as his hand worked me over, and I moaned and babbled and tried my utmost not to come. He was so good at what he was doing, so skilled, so strong, so freaking hot and commanding and…I was about to come embarrassingly fast if I didn’t stop him. But I didn’t want to stop him, but I did , and oh, it felt incredible. Like I was flying, floating, sinking in a warm pool of water. Coiling up and stretching out, tense but relaxed and so fucking good that I barely remembered where I was or what was happening or even what my own name was.
‘D…Daniel? Daniel! You’re going to have to…I’m going to…’
Blazing blue eyes locked onto mine.
‘And? Why would that be a problem?’
I blushed, panting and struggling to control myself. The whole time his hand was wringing such pleasure out of me that I couldn’t think straight.
‘But…but… oh…’
‘Jamie. I want you to come. Whenever you’re ready.’
I came so hard, I swear I saw stars.
He held me through it, pressing kisses all over my face as I trembled in his arms. I was barely aware of it, too overwhelmed by the orgasm he’d wrung from my startled body. I couldn’t believe I’d come so quickly, that he’d managed to reduce me to a babbling mess with just a few strokes from his hand. As I came back to earth, embarrassment crept in and I buried my face in his shoulder.
‘Shit. Sorry.’
He kissed the crown of my head.
‘None of that. There’s no need to apologise. That was…well, that was incredibly hot.’
I snorted with disbelief, and he pulled away and tipped my chin up once more. I met his eyes, scarlet faced, and he smiled warmly at me.
‘I mean it. And I told you, I wanted you to come.’
I ducked my head shyly. He leaned closer, a lascivious grin on his face as he whispered into my ear.
‘After all, I want you nice and relaxed before I fuck you.’
I moaned, his words erotic and music to my ears. He kissed me once more, and I slid my hands down his back to pull him close. I could feel his cock pressing into my thigh, and I rubbed shamelessly against it. He huffed a laugh at my wanton behaviour (well, he couldn’t exactly talk, talking to me like that!), and then gathered me close and rolled us over. I sat up, seizing the opportunity to feast my eyes on the incredible man beneath me.
I’d already clocked the obvious – his fair hair, his cornflower-blue eyes, the frankly alarmingly hot muscles – but now I had a chance to explore him in more detail. I took my time, running my hands and my lips all over him. He had a small silvery scar by his left eyebrow – possibly a sports injury, I supposed- and it lent character to his features. There were a few faint freckles across his cheekbones – barely noticeable unless you were up close. He had a faint tan line around his neck and across his biceps where he must roll his sleeves up on warm days. I kissed my way down his torso, admiring the slight smattering of hair across his chest and dipping my tongue into his navel. He laughed and I grinned cheekily at him, before moving even lower, nibbling over his lightly sculpted abdomen until I was nosing at his groin.
He had a good-looking dick, and believe me I knew what I was talking about. I’d seen enough of them during my various exploits. Smooth and pink and delicious looking – my mouth actually watered which until then I’d always assumed was a myth they put in smutty novels for menopausal women. No, Daniel’s dick was glorious; long and thick but not a monster. Just…perfect. I smiled up at him and then took him into my mouth.
He made the most wonderful noises as I went down on him, and I thoroughly enjoyed teasing him. I licked and sucked and kissed all the way up and down him, wringing gasps and moans from him. He was completely at my mercy. I like giving head; makes me feel powerful. I’ve been told I’m good at it – though ‘cock-sucking lips’ isn’t the compliment some guys think it is. Daniel certainly seemed to be enjoying himself anyway.
I pulled away when his moans began to get more heated. He’d promised to fuck me, and I intended to let him. Wanted him to, even. Given the amount of pleasure he’d given me already, I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to experience more. It was rare to find someone so talented between the sheets, and I planned to enjoy every second of our one night together.
He guided me back up and laid me down on the mattress, kissing me heatedly before he turned over and rummaged in his bedside drawer. He tossed a condom and bottle of lube onto the mattress, and I smiled as his eyes met mine.
‘Sure?’ he murmured as he opened the bottle with a click. I hadn’t felt this safe with someone in ages – but Daniel was something else. Checking with me every step of the way. It only made me want him more.
I nodded, and he patted the mattress.
‘Roll over for me then,’ he smiled and I obeyed with obscene haste. He caressed my back, stroking and smoothing the skin and massaging away any tension as his hand crawled down my spine. He reached my bottom, and he kneaded at the muscles for a moment before he pressed a kiss to one of my buttocks. I jumped; it tickled. He laughed and kissed me again, this time with more teeth. He was going to leave a bruise if he wasn’t careful. Somehow, that didn’t bother me. I almost wanted him to. A temporary souvenir perhaps.
Slowly, he ran a finger down the skin between my cheeks, lube-slicked and maddening. He teased me at a glacial pace, stroking and tickling and rubbing and making me writhe with desire. I gasped as he slid the tip of one finger inside me. The intrusion made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. He was so slow and gentle and…caring. He took his time, completely in control, and all I could do was pant and moan and beg for more. He never quite touched me where I wanted, studiously avoiding my prostate. He was either completely clueless, or the bastard knew exactly what he was doing. I suspected the latter. I was hard again too, and I ground against the mattress, not sure whether I wanted to move my hips forwards or backwards. Both felt exquisite.
After what felt like an eternity of erotic torture, he worked in a second finger and then, eventually, a third. I wasn’t used to partners taking their time with me. No one had ever opened me up so gently, so carefully. Tears prickled in my eyes and I scolded myself for being such a girl. I wasn’t going to cry over a one night stand. No way. I hid my face in the pillow and focused on Daniel’s fingers.
‘Still ok?’ he asked, and I nodded into my pillow. ‘How about if I do this?’
He crooked his fingers, finally rubbing on my prostate at long bloody last, and I practically wailed into the pillow. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell he was grinning from the note of smug triumph in his voice.
‘Sure? Maybe I should try that again, just to be certain?’
The sounds I made were pure filth, and he laughed and pressed a kiss to my shoulder as he withdrew his fingers. I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper, and then he was pressed up against my back once more.
‘What about if I do this? Is this ok?’
He pressed into me achingly slowly, kissing my shoulder and rubbing my hip soothingly. I gasped as he filled me, stretching me with that delicious pleasurable pain that I’d been craving all night. I felt him bottom out and I groaned.
‘Ok?’
I nodded, luxuriating in the sensation of being impaled, and he waited a moment before he began to move inside me. He kept up a slow, steady pace, almost a grind into the mattress, and I thrilled at the small grunts and groans of pleasure he made. He was considerate too, continually checking in on me with a muttered monologue in my ear. I whispered encouragement back, pressing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He nibbled at my neck, and I turned my head to kiss him, losing myself in his kisses.
‘I want to see your face,’ he grumbled, suddenly pulling out and flipping me over. I spread my legs and he lifted them over his arms, pressing back inside me with a possessive growl. In this position, I could watch his expressions as he sped up his hips, pounding into me with animal intent and hammering my prostate with every thrust. Soon I was gasping, panting his name and begging him to take me harder, deeper, faster.
I felt his hand close round my dick and he stroked me in time with his thrusts, his hips pistoning as he approached his climax. He wasn’t the only one getting close- his hand on my cock and the relentless pressure inside me was bringing me ever nearer to the precipice. Closer and closer, and all I could see was the blue of his eyes and the warmth of his smile and…
A white hot jolt of pleasure coiled in my belly, and I howled my second orgasm of the night. He didn’t miss a beat, and came moments later with his own triumphant shout.
We lay there, sated and sticky, our hearts pounding and limbs trembling until we came down from our highs. He gathered me into his arms, holding me close, and I leaned against him and allowed him to snuggle up. The man had given me two explosive orgasms – the least I could do was to let him cuddle.
Later, I would wake to find I’d spent the night, something I never do. I’d learn he was still just as gorgeous and considerate and caring outside the bedroom. I’d find that he was everything that I hadn’t known I was looking for.
Later, he’d turn out to be the love of my life.
But in that moment, I was content to doze in his bed in a post-orgasmic haze.