The Caretaker - 9. Chapter 9

Before I could lock it, the door swung open, and a furious Chris stormed into the room. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him startled me enough to make me jump, but I didn't back away.

Rolling my eyes, I gave the big stupid lug my back. “Didn't I just fire you?”

“You're not getting rid of me that easily, Hudson.”

“Honestly, you're getting rid of yourself, the way you're acting. I'm going to bed. See yourself out."

I left him standing in the living room. Before I could shut my bedroom door, he was there, on me, all over me, kissing me.

He pulled his lips back to begin unbuttoning my shirt as he whispered, “If you think I’m going to let you go to Canada without me, you’re mistaken.”

“Canada? Why the hell would I go to Canada?”

“The closest intersection of sacred vectors is in Ontario, near the Hudson Bay. It’s the only other known sacred circle in the New World. Aunt Norma says you’re to go there to learn from its caretaker.”

“And what if I don’t want to?” I asked, annoyed at the petulance in my voice as my shirt slid down my left shoulder.

“You know you want to.”

“It’s cold up there.”

“You’re going, so pack a parka.”

He was right. I wanted to go. As his hand grazed the curve at the top of my ass, I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

As much as I wanted to go, right now I wanted to stay. Stay and let Chris have his way with me.

So I didn’t stop him.

“And you know you want me.”

I let him undress me. With every piece of clothing that fell, I knew I should have ended it, but his hands felt so good on me. Warm and rough, they glided across the bare skin of my hips as they pushed my pants to the floor.

“What if I don’t want you to come to Canada with me?”

“Too damn bad. I’m sworn to protect you.”

“Technically, you swore to protect that old guy.” I gasped as Chris’s fingers wrapped around my hard-on. “Oh my god.”

“I’m going to be there, at your side.”

Chris’s hand began a slow stroke and my knees buckled. I grabbed at Chris to keep myself upright. No one had ever touched me like this, and I couldn’t believe how much better it felt compared to my own hand. I also couldn’t believe it was Chris doing it.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you,” I managed to spit out, but I couldn’t really think of anything other than Chris’s hand jerking me off. I’m not sure what made him change his mind, but right now I didn’t care. “Oh god, I’ve never done this before.”

“Me neither. But I’ve read a lot. And watched a lot of porn.”

Chris waggled his eyebrows, then dropped to his knees. He surrounded me with his mouth. Wet and hot, he sucked gently as he began to move his head.

Oh my god!

My entire body trembled as he quickly brought me to the edge far faster than I wanted.

Before I could embarrass myself, I put my hands on his shoulders and nudged him back. “If you don’t stop…”

“That’s the point, Hudson.” He ran his tongue along the underside of my dick, sending shocks throughout my body.

Reluctantly, I stepped back. “I want to see you, Chris.”

“You’ve seen it before,” he said as he pushed to his feet. “I’ve caught you looking more than once.”

“Not like this,” I answered as I brazenly cupped the crotch of his jeans, gripping the hard bulge I found there. “Damn.”

“Unzip my pants. Take it out.”

“Bossy.”

“That’s what you need. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.”

Putting his hands on his hips, he stood there, waiting for me to respond.

I knew I was supposed to be mad at him, and I knew I should be telling him off, but instead I silently reached out and unbuckled his belt. After unbuttoning his jeans, I lowered the zipper. As the black cotton of his tight briefs came into view, I swallowed the lump in my throat.

My breath came out shallow and ragged as my fingers curled into the waistband of his underwear. When I gave a tug, his thick pubic bush came into view, followed the by base of his swollen shaft. I could feel the heat emanating from his dick hitting my face. A slight odor of sweat tickled my nose.

This was it. I was finally going to have Chris the way I’d always wanted him.

My mouth watered in anticipation as his cock came into view.

The head caught on the waistband of his boxer briefs for a moment, just before coming free and smacking me in the chin.

“Fuck,” I heard Chris whisper from somewhere above me. He surged his hips forward, pushing the hooded glans into my chin, and across my lips. “Suck it.”

Holding the base of Chris’s ample endowment, I took the head into my mouth. The taste of his skin, the taste of his pre-cum, was immediately addicting. I took him deeper into my mouth.

Chris’s body jerked as he hissed. “Watch your teeth.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, my mouth full.

Taking care to cover my lips, I began to suck and bob.

“Use your hand, too.”

Following Chris’s direction, I quickly got into a rhythm. Judging from his physical and vocal reactions, I was clearly doing something right.

“Oh, yeah, like that…”

Without warning, Chris stepped back, denying me of my reward.

“But—”

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”

Chris pulled me to my feet, spun me around and pushed me face down onto the bed. Before I could protest, his hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading them. And then his beard whiskers came in contact with my skin. My gasp of surprise morphed into a drawn-out moan as his tongue flicked across my hole.

“Chris…”

My voice came out like a whine and I winced internally. But his tongue felt so damn good, I couldn’t bring myself to care too much.

Chris bit my ass cheek, then kissed a trail up my spine, until his body covered mine. The weight of his body pushed me into the mattress, and this his mouth was at my ear. His nose poked the top of my ear and then his teeth nipped at the lobe.

His beard whiskers poked into my skin. His breath was harsh and hot. “Can I fuck you, babe?”

Babe? When did we get to “babe”?

I was going to put a stop to that right away. But what came out my mouth was, “God, yes!”

Before I could even think about what was going to happen, Chris’s cock was slicked up and pressing into me.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“You’re so damn big.”

“Relax and let me inside you.”

The feeling of Chris inside me was unlike anything I’d felt before. I felt full. And it hurt more than I thought it would.

Chris planted tender kisses along my shoulders and the back of my neck as he held still.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and let Chris love on me, reveling in the touch of his lips on my skin.

“There you go.”

Chris slid further into me, stopping just as it became uncomfortable.

He moved slowly, sliding back out. Just when the head popped free, he pushed back in. He repeated that move over and over, going deeper with each surge forward, until he was buried completely inside of me.

“Feels good, Chris,” I managed to squeak out.

“Yeah, babe. You feel so good. Why did we wait so long to do this?”

“Because you were being a stubborn jerk?”

“Oh yeah? Stubborn jerk, huh?”

He rolled his hips and thrust, hitting something inside me that had me moaning loudly.

I was lost in pleasure when suddenly that pleasure was gone. I opened my eyes and looked back as Chris pulled away. Before I could protest, he grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my back.

Though it shouldn’t have, his raw strength surprised me. “Whoa.”

My knees were spread apart, pushed toward me, leaving me wide open for him.

And then he was back inside me.

My eyes rolled back into my head as he pegged my prostate once more.

He fucked me with abandon, driving into me with purpose.

I grabbed onto his biceps, wrapped my legs around his thighs, and held on for dear life.

Chris dropped on top of me, cradling me, as his hips rocked faster and harder. He licked the shell of my ear, whispering something that sounded vaguely like, “I love you, babe.”

I could feel the approaching orgasm and I reveled in the overwhelming physical sensations ramped up by the emotional connection to the man I’d loved for so long.

Chris reached between our bodies and wrapped his fist around my cock, holding it and squeezing it as he continued to fuck me. I writhed beneath him, fucking his fist while pushing back against the invading cock inside me.

“Chris!”

My fingers dug into him as my back arched. Chris moaned around my neck as he sucked harder. With one last thrust he froze.

“Babe, I’m coming!”

I beat him to the punch, my cock pulsing jets of cum between our bodies. His entire body jerked as he grunted and groaned and filled me with his load.

It was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt in my life. I could feel the contractions in my body as waves of pleasure emanated from my groin, surging through me from my core to my fingertips.

Once I’d finally finished, I slumped back into the bed as Chris let the entirety of his weight fall on top of me.

*CRASH*

The sudden sound caused both of us to jump.

Chris was off the bed in a flash, standing at the side of the bed in a defensive stance, fists ready.

I looked around for the source of the noise, then let out sigh of relief.

“Relax, Chris. Look...”

Laying on the floor underneath the window was a potted plant. More precisely, what used to be the small potted plant that sat on the windowsill. The plant was now five times bigger than it had been. It had burst through its pot, fell from the window, and crashed onto the floor.

“Damn, babe,” Chris exclaimed.

“How did that happen?”

“Looks like I made you lose control.”

The smirk on his face made me roll my eyes.

“Proud of ourselves, are we?”

“Yes.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you wouldn’t change a single thing about me.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, mister.”

“Heh heh. Let’s go take a shower and get some sleep. We got a long day head of us.”

“That doesn’t sound so… terrible.”

“Come on.”

Reached his hand down, I grabbed onto it and let him pull me from the bed.

* * * *

“Flight 476 to Toronto now boarding at Gate D1.”

“That’s us,” Chris said as he picked up the pace.

“Slow down,” I demanded in a calm voice.

Immediately, Chris slowed his stride to match mine. It took me a couple of weeks, but I finally realized how to handle Chris. While completely dominant in bed, outside of bed he actually needed direction. Otherwise he was like a bull in a China shop. A big, scowling, hard-headed bull.

As the new caretaker, I could give him that direction. It was my destiny, I suppose.

Well, if I could figure out what I was supposed to be doing. But I guess that’s why we were off to Canada, so I could learn from another caretaker.

Reaching over and grabbing my hand, Chris said simply, “Everything’s gonna be alright.”

I stared down at our joined hands. Everything suddenly felt right.

“I know. We’ll figure it out together.”