Elefant Chapter 3

Richard sat on the sofa smoking satisfied. He looked at me when I joined him with new cups of coffee. He looked deep into my eyes.

"Paul, you okay? You don't hurt or anything?" he asked little worried. I cursed in my head, he could really see right through me...

"Well... My shoulder aches little... But it's okay..." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, dear" I smiled at his apology; he could be really sweet if he wanted to.

Richard's question made me try to massage my shoulder again, trying to get it better. Something warm touched my hand. It was his hand. He moved my hand away and started to massage the shoulder. It felt wonderful and I gasped from the feeling.

"Is it okay if I...?" He asked and stopped. I turned to him, looked deep into his eyes.

"If you don't mind, please continue. I loved it."

He smiled and made me turn again, continuing the massaging. He felt like a professional, knowing exactly where he needed to press and how hard to make me feel extremely good, he knew my body better than anyone.

I didn't notice when the massage turned into just caressing my muscular body, they both felt so good. Richard slid his fingers under my shirt, down my torso. I laid back placing my head to the comfortable gap between his neck and the muscular shoulder, allowing him to touch me anywhere and anyway he wanted. He placed his cheek on mine and hummed a song I didn't recognize. I felt him breath, his veins bumping more blood, him turning on like I did... he kept going lower towards my hips; he was touching my hips, stopping.

His cheek moved; he tried to look at me, like asking permission. I laid myself to him; he was allowed to continue anyway he wanted to. This he was able to read from my body; from its more relaxed being. He gently slid his hand inside my jeans....

Suddenly he pulled his hand away. I was shocked; this had never happened before. He felt me shiver and pressed his cheek to mine, kissing. He lifted me on his lap and put his hand back to the warmth of my pants. I took deep breaths and moaned little while he 'massaged' the only part of my body that I haven't showed to masses on stage. I felt something hard under me; he was also turned on from this. He bit and sucked my neck like a vampire and I only sat there and enjoyed. Everything was like before; he was always the one 'experimenting' and doing it and I get to enjoy.

"Ich liebe dich" he whispered and squeezed me harder. I moaned from pleasure and pain, he moved his hand around me fast and hard. I couldn't answer his whispers; all I could do was breath hard and moan.

I knew he liked it rough, though he was almost screaming from pain. This little man, so dear to me, enjoyed the violence from me. I probably was some bit sadistic, but you can't blame it all on me, he asks for it. Like today, he wanted me, nothing else could explains his actions better. Thinking of it made me smirk and I squeezed him harder. Tweaked his cock, trying to 'massage' it like it would've been a stiff muscle in the need of massage. Harder he got, rougher I got.

"Reesh…" he breath between his teeth. So cute, so obeying, in pain… I knew I'd got to his limits, he couldn't take it anymore. As I loosened my grab around him I felt him coming to my hand. I wiped my hand to the inside of his pants, slid them up to take his gray T-shirt off. He turned to me and I saw his fit body in front of my eyes. I loved muscles. I slid my fingers over a sun like tattoo on his left arm, drawing the permanent lines again with my finger.  He sat on my lap facing me and played with my messed up, wet hair.

"They're too long for it" I hummed and looked at him smiling. He was clearly trying to form spikes from my hair. He smiled his cutest smile back to me and laughed lightly.

"You don't know if you don't try"

I smirked. Silly man. He knew nothing about hair. I laid him on the sofa lying on top of him, looking straight at him.

"I'd like to try something else" I smirked.
"You know I'd never come to my pants and I can't hold it much longer"

His gaze lowered to my groin and then back to me, smiling. He started to play with my patience; removing my tank top, nibbling my neck and nipples, caressing my body…
His strong arms pulling me against him, feeling him amused.

I rose and made him turn over, starting to yank his tight black jeans down.

Heavy knock on the door stopped me.

"Kerls? You in there?"